Not a Clone

Ayy, yeah
 Beat him up, give me that
 Fuck 'em, ah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Ayy, ayy, ayy
 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 fuck do you expect?
 If I can't beat him, fuck 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 got 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 love to a nat
 Why the fuck 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 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 Louboutins on my feet, got me feeling godly
 In G5, tryna turn a stripper to Cardi
 Bust like a chopper when she start to ride like a Harley
 On my glee mask, no Diddy Bop, we moving like Kylie
 Prayed up, I don't even gotta go see mommy
 Hoes gotta sign a contract just to be around me
 'Cause for a bill, these hoes'll 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 tell what I'm really on
 If I'm dead broke, I'm back to breakin' in people home
 Ayy, ayy, ayy
 Beat him up, give me that
 Fuck 'em, ah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Ayy, ayy, ayy