Clone

You wanna be me so damn bad but you still don't know that I'm fly as hell

Off these X like every day and I'm posted up in that YSL

I'm going up and you still falling off, and you say you wanna quit, boy, you might as well

Flex on my opps and I can't say a word because you know, lil' brother, that I still can't tell

You say you wanna go to war so bad, so lemme just bring the artillery

Why do you talk? Bro, it's killing me, back in the function, I know that they're feelin' me

I can't get bored of this shit and I'm stackin up bands and bands and you know it's thrilling me

I still remember the days I was feelin' like no one, like bro, is you shittin' me?

Don't make me call up my bro, 'cause if he gon' hop in the function, this shit gon get crazy

No, I don't know her at all, so why is she callin' my phone and just callin' me baby?

He said he want a free feat, I'm tellin him no, and I ain't sayin' maybe

He said that he wanted smoke, but when it gon' come down right to it then he gettin' shaky

Every day that you drop is just another Father's Day to me

I got Mihara my shoes, all of your clothes and shit just make believe

All of your drip in your head, watchin' my pockets, I swear you the feds

Say you up next but I talked to your bros and I promise to god that that ain't what they said

Hop in a jet, bitch, I'm on go

Yeah, I got stacks but I want more

No, I do not wear no Ramones

I played a show, they was like whoa

No, she don't hate you no more, I'm in DC, I stay with the bros

This ain't shit, I'ma dig through the snow, why you always just stealin' my flows?

Like get your own

Stop watchin' me just like a drone

No, bitch, I don't like ya tone

You stealin' my swag like a loan

I'm just bein' me, you know

Got more points than a free throw

I'm a VIP, bro

Got all the drip just for free, no

You wanna be me so damn bad but you still don't know that I'm fly as hell

Off these X like every day and I'm posted up in that YSL

I'm going up and you still falling off, and you say you wanna quit, boy, you might as well

Flex on my opps and I can't say a word because you know, lil' brother, that I still can't tell

You say you wanna go to war so bad, so lemme just bring the artillery

Why do you talk? Bro, it's killing me, back in the function, I know that they're feelin' me

I can't get bored of this shit and I'm stackin up bands and bands and you know it's thrilling me

I still remember the days I was feelin' like no one, like bro, is you shittin' me?