IMITATE..
I GET IT
HOW YOU WANT IT
MY PERCENTAGE
STILL
A HUNDRED
YOU WORKIN'
WITH A HALF
IF YOU WERE
A FISH
YOU WOULD
BE GUTTED
I'M OFTEN
IMITATED
BUT NEVER
DUPLICATED
I WAS BORN
AN ALL-STAR
YAW NIGGAS
SO BELATED/
LOVE IT OR HATE IT
YOU CAN
NEVER UP-GRADE IT
I STAY IN
MY PRIME
I WILL NEVER
BE FADED
AND
YOU SO
OUT DATED
BOY YOU
NEED TO
FACE IT
YOU CANT
FUCK WITH THE
GAME,
EVEN IF
YOU TRIED
TO RAPE IT/
I'M ON FIRE
EXTINGUISH
MY ATTIRE
BABY BOY
I'MMA KING,
BUT YOU
CAN CALL
ME
CIER/
IF I SAID
THAT
I WASNT
THEN
I WOULD BE
A LIAR/
I GOT THAT
SPACE
SHUTTLE
GLOW
SO
TELL ME
WHO IS
FLYER/
I DO,
I'M TOO
FRESH
LIKE
AVACA-DO
PLANTS
YOU SHOULD
DROP
THAT
MIC
IN YOUR
HANDS
CAUSE
YOU AINT
GOT IT,
YOU'RE LIKE
LINT
IN MY
POCKET
TRYING TO
GET
CLOSE
ENOUGH
TA...
YOU TRYNA
IMITATE ME
YOU WANT
TO BE
WHO I BE
DO YOU SEE
WHAT I SEE
HE'S LIKE
A FAKE
ID
TRYNA HUSTLE
MY HUSTLE
TRYNA
PICK UP
MY MOVES
IT DONT MATTER
THE HUSTLE
YOU CANT
DO WHAT I DO/
IMITATOR....
WRITTEN BY JOSHUA "JAY" HAYES
04.17.2009
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