Not A Clone

Ay, yeah Beat 'em up, gimme that (Because I am hard, you will not fight me) f*ck 'em, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ay, ay, ay) spent my life in the streets And I ain't been bit yet Say I'm dumb, 'cause I'll come and kill for respect Real right street nigga, what the f*ck do you expect? If I can't beat him, f*ck it, go get the TEC I ain't taking no more L's, can't have that on my rep' Ain't gotta run the streets no more, but still be out tryna step Free Maine Musik right now, he caught in the web I just go out, and I'm already fuckin' celebs My lil' raw ass, dog ass, never had to pay for ass Always known to get the cash, once I get it, I'm gon' spazz Soon as I get it, make 'em mad Sonning niggas, I'm they dad Why you hate? You should be glad Beat my case, shout out to Brad Beat my case, don't gotta rat I just made a tool, now Why the f*ck I ate the cat? Aladdin fucked her on a mat Riding in a dirty Jag', riding with a dirty MAC Hop out, it's just me and Yack Hop out dressed up in all black Gave my heart to the streets, will never leave her 'lone Won't give my soul to the game, rather remain unknown Promise I don't need no friends, I can thug all alone I'll be damned I let them crackers turn me into a clone 'Fore I do that, I'ma just go buy a flip phone Then go post up on the Ugly and proceed to sell stone If I'm dead broke, ain't no telling what I'm really on If I'm dead broke, I'm back to breakin' in people home Never a been a lame nigga, bitch go ask about me I'm always gon' get that bread, I'm just never gon' be cocky Every time I hit the scene, I be acting a donkey My girl threw away my Molly, so right now I'm on Perkys Locked up, swear to God, I was no man flunky For that bottom bunk I even had to beat up my bunkie To be honest, I don't even much really feel sorry Cold hearted nigga, no sympathy for nobody I'm the freshest lil' coolest nigga inside the party Christian Louboutin's on my feet, got me feeling Gotti In a G5, tryna turn a stripper to Cardi Bust like a chopper when she start to ride like a Harley On my grimace, no diddy bop, we moving like Kylie Prayed up, I don't even gotta go see his mommy Hoes gotta sign a contract just to be around me 'Cause for a bil' these hoes will do you like they did Cosby Gave my heart to the streets, will never leave her 'lone Won't give my soul to the game, rather remain unknown Promise I don't need no friends, I can thug all alone I'll be damned I let them crackers turn me into a clone 'Fore I do that, I'ma just go buy a flip phone Then go post up on the Ugly and proceed to sell stone If I'm dead broke, ain't no telling what I'm really on If I'm dead broke, I'm back to breakin' in people home Ay, ay, ay Beat 'em up, gimme that F*ck 'em, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Ay, ay, ay