The Imitation Game (Album Version)

Keep the effects on my voice to a minimum So the emotion is felt when I'm killing 'em Virtuosity that's worthy of cinema Verse that's probably unnerving to simpletons This is Serena crip-walking at Wimbledon Or Michael Jackson moonwalking for 'Thriller' then Know this believer is often indifferent To idle actions that's thought as magnificent Isn't it funny you find yourself interested in The same style that you jack that's specific with sin Yeah a critic you've been, but a mimic within It's insane how you act with religion you spin Everything in your text's obsessed with What's Next Like a Drake pop hit, imitate top hits To integrate topics and it's straight toxic You're a cheap imitation, stop it I need those hands in the air If you're one of kind, not copy In the perfect design God got me No L's over here I'm on a hot streak Baby just watch me Hands in the air I don't imitate, yo I elevate And I'm saved by grace when hell awaits I'm the head not tail let me demonstrate I don't need effects on my voice I don't need to copy your style I don't need to look at your I-G To see if I am worthwhile I don't need effects on my voice I don't need to copy your style I don't need to jack you whole I-P To see that I am worthwhile Yeah, secular and spiritual rappers sounding like Lil Moneybag Baby and 'em I was checking for Steppin' to the A to the M Then later on Bun B, Jay-Z and Em But I didn't trade me to then Become a two. zero version of Shady again Or any other rapper lately who trends, the faith we defend By being the head not the tail, saved me within No wonder why it often does escape me Women trying to be Kylie Jenner with a facebeat Then Rihanna, self esteem dismembered in the same week Be somebody else to feel better is how the game be Crazy, your imitation isn't flattery Your limitation is a travesty When the Lord's invitation is apparently Meant to set your apart, your sin is racing for the parody I need those hands in the air If you're one of kind, not copy In the perfect design God got me No L's over here I'm on a hot streak Baby just watch me Hands in the air I don't imitate, yo I elevate And I'm saved by grace when hell awaits I'm the head not tail let me demonstrate I don't need effects on my voice I don't need to copy your style I don't need to look at your I-G To see if I am worthwhile I don't need effects on my voice I don't need to copy your style I don't need to jack you whole I-P To see that I am worthwhile Aye man, you ain't Aubrey Graham, J.Cole or Kendrick You ain't either rapper named Baby, you get no merits Dude, you're ripping off Pop Smoke with every effort All in the name of the Lord, I got a question Yeah we got questions I don't need effects on my voice I don't need to copy your style I don't need to look at your I-G To see if I am worthwhile I don't need effects on my voice I don't need to copy your style I don't need to jack you whole I-P To see that I am worthwhile Yeah