| Uh, yes I am often imitated
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| But I am never duplicated, yeah
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| Yes I am often imitated
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| But I am never duplicated
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| I can’t deny it, you’s a dick rider
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| You can never flow like me, blow like me
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| Why would a bitch like ya?
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| She can see that I’m a fuckin rider, you a hitch hiker
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| I’m walkin in some shoes, they can’t make fit ya
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| Got millions of paper that you can’t take with ya
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| I don’t wanna talk and I can’t take pictures
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| Listen to your demo, I’ll handshake with ya
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| Excuse you, who’s you?
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| If I need a stunt double I’ll use you
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| Pardon y’all, I don’t wanna step on y’all toes
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| Seperate the authentic from the replica flows
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| And the kid be places you could never be at
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| So that can never be this, and this can never be that
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| These niggas got some audacity
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| Sell some records as fast as me
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| Or sell some tickets out as fast as me
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| Motherfucker
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| Yes I am often imitated (yes he is often imitated)
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| But I am never duplicated (but he is never duplicated)
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| So all that y’all can do is hate it
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| None of these wannabes really come close
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| I feel like I’m watchin the MTV show Christina Milian hosts
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| Everybody know this brother got it
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| Way before everybody and their mother got it
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| They still wonder how he sound like he do
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| If I was you, I’d wanna sound like me too
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| Cause I got M’s, they got G’s and they all right
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| But they not me
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| They hear how I spit it on a station
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| Now they wanna put me on they singles just to get an imitation
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| No, I can’t make an appearance
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| Give you a cheap fee or break on a clearance
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| I’m what your label hoped it could be
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| That’s why they trying to mould your little ass, into a sculpture of me
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| With the ladies it’ll be like leader, she like real
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| Y’all trying to be like me and be like ill
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| So all that y’all can do is hate it
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| I’m real
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| It’s the way I talk, the way I walk
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| It ain’t my fault
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| I won’t let nothin' on two legs stop me
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| Cause the real is always better than the bootleg copy
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| Like I ain’t show 'em the white and yellows at the same time
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| Throw backs and pin wheels at the same time
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| Like I’m scared to drop at the same time
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| I’ll show you how to do this young’n
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| I ain’t frontin'
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| These Jordan’s ain’t comin'
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| It ain’t nothin'
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| Keep the complaints comin'
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| Can’t hop on my bandwagon
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| Jump in my blue flames
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| You should not try, you are not I
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| It’s the dude with the Grammy grin
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| It’s no relation if it ain’t a street family kin
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| So won’t the real Fabolous please stand up
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| Please stand up
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| Please stand up
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| So all that y’all can do is hate it |