[Intro: Gary Vaynerchuck]

(CaptainCrunch presents)

If somebody's copying you, you fuckin' won. The problem is, you can't rest on your fuckin' morals, and, if you think somebody's copying you is fuckin' you up, you're startin' to rest, my man. 

[Chorus]

He might be hard but he's not original

Tried pullin' the card and it's off wit' his mental

[?], give a fuck 'bout a elf

Glock felt lonely by itself

Bought two more, that ain't good for my health

Bought two more [?]

Deuce on a deuce, ball it Emmett

Said he gon' shoot but you found out he timid

[Verse]

Found out his loot, we gon' ride out and get it

I'm in the booth, when I spit it's a ticket

Slow it down, they gon' copy anyway

Ain't runnin' out, definitely not today

They jock your style then you on the way

I'm in the spot then your bitch ain't safe

The fake love, it be worse than the hate

You sound like me and you know that they know that, right?

Yeah, I'm versatile but I'ma need that flow back, ight?

At home lookin' in the mirror, probably seein' me

Weird ass nigga wit' these fake ass stories

He sold his soul for money and a score

Bang big B and it leak out my pores

Crunch on the beat, I won't say it no more

Amiri denim on top of Dior

[Interlude: Gary Vaynerchuck]

You're startin' to rest, my man. 

[Chorus]

He might be hard but he's not original

Tried pullin' the card and it's off wit' his mental

[?], give a fuck 'bout a elf

Glock felt lonely by itself

Bought two more, that ain't good for my health

Bought two more [?]

Deuce on a deuce, ball it Emmett

Said he gon' shoot but you found out he timid

[Outro: Reddo & Gary Vaynerchuck]

Anytime somebody's copying you, you have the leverage. 

Boom, boom, boom

Yeah, Klub like gang, nigga, play you gon' die

Boom, bing