Copycat - 20 SYL, Fashawn

Your flow far from authentic

Mm — you’re all gimmicks

Seen too many small niggas get large

Augmented

I increase and inflict scars on all nemeses

With these thoughts I’m scribbling

Shawn the mortician it is

Critical you’re style’s original

Nah, folk wouldn’t make it to wax — you digital

Cats bite you like the shit’s allowed

I sit 'em down, show 'em how to rip a crowd

And then grip a crown

King

With this hip-hop thing

You had a fling

Me?

I’m like holy matrimonies and wedding rings

Married to the craft

Your catalogue I bury in a flash

Remind me of Jim Carrey in The Mask

Perpetrating and pretending to rap

That ain’t being innovative, that’s identity theft, nigga

Get your own

I’m sort of like Oprah

Dropping meteors on those who mediocre

C-O-P-Y-C-A-T, why are you living a lie?

Everybody wanna be somebody else

When you’re doing you, you don’t need nobody’s help

Don’t be a

C-O-P-Y-C-A-T, why are you living a lie?

Everybody wanna be somebody else

When you’re doing you, you don’t need nobody’s help

Don’t be a copycat

No, don’t be a copycat

Nah, don’t be a *cat noise*

Don’t be a copycat

If I wasn’t the letter F

I would probably be 20syl

20 years later I’d be dropping bombs still

You honestly should pay homage and chill

Or get grilled

Like a omelette trying to climb in my field

You need to enhance your IQ

To do what I do

Purchase a passport and fly where I flew

Have some self-respect

Get some self-esteem

Imagine

Dream what nobody else could dream

Impostors

Won’t get a slot on my roster

Reminder: You’re not him and you’re not her

But that portrayal might just get you an Oscar

Tell me: are you a minister or are you a mobster?

One minute you Muslim and the next you a Rasta

One second you’re Weezy and the next you’re Big Poppa

Nah, don’t even think of dropping a tape

These cats don’t cultivate, they just copy and paste

It’s like that

Roger that