Lyrics:
Laura lays on the foot of the bed
Mimics a noose with the telephone cord
Doctor's on the phone
And she hangs up and says
"I ain't never gonna
Laura lays on the foot of the bed
Mimics a noose with a telephone cord
Doctor's on the phone
Then she hangs up and says
"I ain't never gonna
retire your piercings
You must admit that you mimic the weaklings
The trend is dead
The trend is dead
The trend is dead
The trend is dead
The trend
statements are prodigious (...digious)
Styles so prestigious, make a sinner act religious (Act religiouus)
Street academics, seen a lot of girls mimic (Huh)
with it, yeah, basically
Too great to mimic, you hate, you're bitter
No favoritism, that's fine with me
Create the riddles, portrayed uncivil
Unsafe
the king of mischief
The golden ticket, rare sight to see
I stay committed, embrace the rigid
I'm playful with it, yeah, basically
Too great to mimic
the fuck is your energy? Cannot mimic your enemy
Play pawn defending me, I can palm you niggas
'Cause I warned you niggas, I never swung you niggas
I
the bass head, fragile as the pringle
He ask me can I spare change, I throw him singles
He mimics my song that's on repeat
Addictions so strong, got him
sayin' if you tryin' to talk
We what you would call, niggas that talk it walk it and live it
Your music is not "murder," you an infamous mimic
You what
dead, some unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up
Younger generation, they want to mimic and mock us
Laughing, separating themselves like they
the vibe is like
So when they mimic, I don't wonder why
These bitches don't, these bitches don't
These bitches don't, these bitches don't (whoa, ha)
already did it
Watch my WorldStar interviews, then they mimic
Haan, it's me ho, it's me ho
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave, ho
I be
us, we probably shouldn't be listening to
But a lot of our parents are here tonight
A lot of people have tried to mimic this band
But couldn't do it
the clinic be
So if you tried to mimic me, you'd probably catch some sick disease
Six degrees, leanin' on that prometha-tha-tha-thazine
I'm a centipede,
retire your piercings
You must admit that you mimic the weaklings
writing for millions of listeners
Critics who just don't get it
They try dissing us,
New York full of kings and queens,
All the rest just mimic us
Murderous, Michael Myers' my mimic
Mom, you made a monster, I'm making minions in minutes
Money motivated mishap asmodeus monikers mended
Feel like I'm
stop playin' with me (Offset)
All of you niggas you mimic me (copy me)
You kiddin' me? (Nah) literally (huh?)
Controllin' the block with good
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
for millions of listeners
Critics who just don't get it
They try dissin' us, New York full of kings and queens
All the rest just mimic us
'Cause in
on gravel
Some fuhrilla shit, go and, peel your shit
I want my, scrilla quick, on some gorilla shit
Rhyme illest, no mimic, no quit it, gon' feel it
Dem really cannot limit mi.
(No)Matter how dem mimic and a gimick mi.
Tell dem say dem cannot stop mi energy
I'm giving dem di Trinity.
Music so
Never can he mimic maybe can admire
But never will he imitate another rap nigga
I am Wale and never can I vacate
Never can I straight face look at Wale
where the fuck is your energy, cannot mimic your enemy
Play pawn defending me, I can palm you niggas
'Cause I warned you niggas, I never swung you
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