paroles de chanson Copycats - Silas Price

Oh my
You gots to be kidding
This is who y'all put up against me?
Not being arrogant but this who y'all choose to rep the city?
These Copy and paste ass niggas
I thought y'all wanted different?
I thought y'all get tired of the same always lying ass
Finessing and criming ass losers, some timing ass posers
Who only just out here just flexing on insta?
There must be something that I missed here
See, there's a fine line between being confident
And just talking shit
And I'm crossing it
I got thoughts mends
And bars to spit
Cooking up in the kitchen with the sauce and pans
And you know I got a little pot in here (hehe)
See
That was a double entendre
A present wrapper
But the flow Santa
Catch me in the city whipping a gold Honda
Rocking black and white like an old panda
Wishing to the Cosmos, but he told Wanda
The only time when a black man gets a shot is when we hold hands up
Cops go blasting off like NASA was they whole sponsor
But you know what is...
(Kkk)
Who gives a Fxck what a racist say
Didn't think they could ever relate this way
But they can't wait to press play
I ain't one of these Mediocre rappers who is so timid
Auto tuned while some poor gimmicks
Me I give y'all my whole spirit
Maybe I take this here so serious
Or bored and furious
But the lord delivered
On a bold experiment
The seed already planted this here is just the photosynthesis
I'm that big ass ball of light in solar system
The coldest in this
Joker business
Bruce Wayne on a solo mission
Got the hooks Incase we going fishing
And you know it's serious

For real
My swagging dripping!
You know I got to keep it pimpin
You know I'm tempted
Have them twins run through like Suite Life in the Tipton
Y'all want bars
Well I'll build the prison
To box your favorite rapper inside the prism
Thinking he the Shit, but acting pissy
Stay on social media but acting busy

Oh my gosh
Y'all really tripping right now
If we speaking facts some of y'all favorite rappers really need to put the mic down
No spark, no energy, whats good a plug when God knocked the lights out
Too cold, like ice plow
I'm the shit, need a wipe down
Bossed up real quick
Silas bout to hit the Kill Switch
I really am out here, y'all niggas in the city on field trips
Y'all got nothing on me
But I know my ex gone feel this
If the glass over flowing, soon something gone overspill it?
Real niggas gone feel this
Bad bitches want a real dick
Fun like arts n crafts but y'all know the Kid still bout business
I'm not really into the synthetic thotties
With a sexy body
Who will hold my mind and wallet and my dick hostage
Hell Nah Nigga!
Y'all cruise thru the city
But I move thru the city
You into responses
I got responsibilities
Tryna make the wave rock from Atlantic to the Pacific
Ocean, I'm dripping
Know that I'm getting
Hopeful like Disney
Broken like fix me
Colder than its nipsey
(Nipsey? Who are you Mr. Rogers Grandson?
My swag drippin
But you know I got's to keep it pimpin
You know I'm tipsy
Have them twins run through you suite life like you at the Tipton
Y'all want bars?
I'll build a prison
Then box your favorite rapper inside the prism
Thinking he the shit but he pissy
On social Media but acting busy...
(Stop this)
Nigga I know you ain't doing shit!
(Not a Damn Thing!)