Copy & Paste (feat. Thorb)

I been exhausted of tryna be me All of these rappers is copying They taking my bars, they taking my views Man, they even taking my audience (What the f*ck?) Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen anything as appalling as this You wanna copy, but nobody coppin Cause I been as hard as it gets So all you can ever resort to is copy and paste Copy and paste (Copy and paste) I'm tryna get fame, but all of these artists Is sounding the same I know it's gotta be fake Y'all would just copy and paste (Woo) Copy and paste Man, how does it take a simpleton like you To get my tunes on a song that you make? (Yeah) It's Thorb, baby! I know what's copy and paste Couldn't even f*ck with the old me Like I never thought to ever copy y'all But, if I'm involved Know the flow still outta control, see? Man, you know me They can't hold me Like a shelf that's built for my trophies, it ain't long enough I'm here to take the crown if they ain't want enough Until the grind pay off, never wanted luck, I want Everything that I got coming, it's stunning A walk in the park, but they thinking I'm running I treat it like nothing, I never been bluffing I'm sick, it's robotic, I spit Robitussin Better sit down, boy, let the king talk (Yuh) If they on my radar, then the ping off (Yuh) Better check with the navy, oh baby I really been him, now they bitchin' like ladies So pay me before I get pissed Follow my flame, and you thinking you lit (Ha!) That's when it switch (Switch) Turn your light off, and I dip Cause if I'm finna leave, that'll mean I don't leave him with shit Like, who you finna copy next? I'm putting numbers on the boards like some hockey checks I don't stress (I don't) Why would I do that when you the competitor? Sever the head of my predators Huh Yet, there's no cap I take There's only cap from your mouth, never captivate I been recording these records, there ain't enough plaques to make Behind bars, don't f*ck with an active case Damn, boy, thought that was a no-brainer Know your chick with my tip in her mouth, in and out That's ironic, cause I keep her on a retainer It's Thorb, bitch Bye, hater They say I can't make none of it Stay claiming what a man can come up with though This lane ain't something you maintaining comfort in Ain't discussin' it, bro Hit paste to create a display for the fame But you be staying in shadows (Damn) I spit with precision, speed, and harmony Know that I'm Sonic-ally claiming this battle I been abolishing, stick to the copyin No, you ain't banging, just look at the audience Say you a killer, but looked at the radio scanner Ironic how nobody callin' in That's an honest day's worth of work for you Truth hurts when it got in your face Take my song, and I'm purging You know that my copyright claimed when you copy and paste Damn