This is dedicated to all those copycats

You just a motherfuckin' copycat

Fuck yo ambience, they call me Lox (Hi Lox)

Chances that you fuckin' with me, probably not

Ninja shit, karate chops

Like weak pallbearers, bo-bo-bodies drop

I'm obviously on some other shit, your squad is not

And all these suckers on my stick, I call 'em lollipops

Bark bark, feed 'em to the shark sharks

Top of the list, I get to haters like they aardvarks

Fuck with me, I got the plug like a car spark

Episode III, flow to you Jar-Jars

Bananas though, an animal

Crazy shit that make yo bitch take a sabbatical

The young harlequin, got it like Rastafarians

Purple haze like Jimi's on a guitar again

Ha-la-la-lucinatin', I'm seeing stars again

But this ain't Coachella an' those ain't holograms

(What's purple haze? You got me purple dazed

I can't even understand a single word you says)

U-u-urban life, u-u-urban ways

Turn this bitch to a spectacle like Cirque Du Soleil

Just a motherfuckin copycat

Why you lyin', you ain't thought o' that

Riding someone else's dick

You fuckin' lying back

You just a motherfuckin' copycat

Somebody tear these bitches up, professor's here

You know the Chatterbox forever rockin' at your wheel

They sayin' this Illuminati shit, puppeteer

Elevated, you ain't even on the second tier

They kick cannabis, smokin' like shit's glamorous

Get in some shit, probably as quick as I slip out of it

Sick calibre, hustle like Lip Gallagher

Muzzle your chick 'fore I get ruffled and flip out on her

Customarily built, you ain't touchin' the kid's altitude

Travellin' 239,000 miles dude, miles dude

Lunar status, to the moon and back

These bitches sleepin' on me but I'm used to that

Can't tell me nothin', yo bitch can't tell me nothin'

I leave with Gisele, they gettin' fucked like jelly stuffing

I can tell you crumblin' cause you softer than a belly button

That's why I can cook it up and all you do is smell the oven

I feel like every new release I drop, these rapper's bite

It's like I'm only here to feed you fucking parasites

And what the labels feed me, I don't have the appetite

And all you copycats can blow me like a fucking bag of pipes