Shady

All I ever hear is "You a wannabe Shady", aye Swear to God, I bet I know what all of ya'll thinkin' "Anutha wannabe Slim Shady you know he reachin'" Anutha wannabe G-Eazy without the haircut Just anutha Irish wannabe until ya square up Just took an L to the face, that's McGregor Skinny jeans, Vans and my old-school sweater Mad 'cause I just wannabe a cat that rap cleva While they just wanna talk about the cats that ain't black like "You should try to do a track with Lil Dicky That dude hilarious, I bet he sign alotta titties" Well I don't mean no disrespect, but let me interject It's just a little pigment and that wordplay intersect All of this, lateral thinkin' ya'll tryna intercept I bring 'em positive vibes but they ain't into that Guess I gotta sell myself short to get a hunnid racks But I ain't, sellin' my soul to keep it comin' back, 'cause All I eva hear is "You a wannabe Slim Shady Anutha Wack Milla who thinkin' he rap killa" Still these little fake fans tryna play me Kickin' this wicked ridiculous shit on the daily, cuz All I eva hear is "You a wannabe Slim Shady Anutha Wack Milla who thinkin' he rap killa" Still these little fake fans tryna play me Kickin' this wicked ridiculous shit on the daily I remember bein' 15 tryna spit a 16 Swore to God my shit clean, lookin' back it wasn't Wasn't buzzin' back when I fronted like I was thuggin' Now I'm buzzin' like Vanilla Ice sideburns or somethin' Pause it for a second let 'em catch it up I bet my eggheads get it, get 'em crackin' up Parallel park every bar, way I back it up Little dipshits spit it like a lift kit, wanna jack it up These muthufuckas ain't doin' it for the culture or nothin' I see these vultures tryna circle but I'm buzzin' so fuck 'em I'm on a mission to get it, split it 'n' flip it With my peoples who was with me from the minute I spitted You get it? You get it?! Ok I think we got it now, (Damn) All the flunkies I mentioned still tryna jot it down Ya'll tryna say I was a gimmick but I'm way too inventive I swear they bout to get this work and there ain't no incentive All I eva hear is "You a wannabe Slim Shady Anutha Wack Milla who thinkin' he rap killa" Still these little fake fans tryna play me Kickin' this wicked ridiculous shit on the daily, cuz All I eva hear is "You a wannabe Slim Shady Anutha Wack Milla who thinkin' he rap killa" Still these little fake fans tryna play me Kickin' this wicked ridiculous shit on the daily Swear to God I'm like a head trip to listen to I'm flowin' over ya head just like I christened you But if ya get it, and ya wit it, and ya fuck with the vision then cool 'Cause ya'll been sleepin' on a kid, swear they slippin' in drool These other rappers 'bout as deep as a dip in a pool While I been choppin' 'em records like they was split in two I gotta split personality when I'm in the booth I slowly grew into a man when I tatted the tooth Alotta ya'll got the guts, but not a lot got the linin' It's funny how they fade away- "Ok hold the phone I can't fully comprehend the shit that this kid is on" Could it be the vision, the intuition, the rhythm I'm spittin' I guess when you been busy killin' man you can't tell the difference Ain't no slippin' my foot in the door, I'm kickin' that sucka down And we gone really see who the sucka now, but then again All I eva hear is "You a wannabe Slim Shady Anutha Wack Milla who thinkin' he rap killa" Still these little fake fans tryna play me Kickin' this wicked ridiculous shit on the daily, cuz All I eva hear is "You a wannabe Slim Shady Anutha Wack Milla who thinkin' he rap killa" Still these little fake fans tryna play me Kickin' this wicked ridiculous shit on the daily Wannabe Shady Thinkin' he rap killa