Counterfeit Fraud ass hoe
You can mirror my device but you can’t mirror the queen I’m the main event feature, you a blur on the screen Got my contacts, my photos, and my whole iCloud But when you try to walk in my shoes, the fit ain't allowed You sitting in the dark, eyes glued to the glass A pathetic little leech with no money and no class Spying on my life 'cause your own is a bore A broke-down copy begging outside of my door You want my face, my waist, my taste, and my bark But you're a matchstick trying to compete with a spark Yeah, you cloned the SIM card, now you reading my texts While you're suffocating, stressing 'bout what I'm doing next, You’re a cheap knockoff, a counterfeit fraud I’m a luxury brand, I'm a lyrical god You can hold my phone, you can text my crew But nobody in the world gonna ever love you Miserable, tragic, hollow, and fake Drowning in the envy of the moves that I makenLet's be real. It must be exhausting to chase who you are Gotta spoof the whole life just to feel like a star You intercepting the calls, trying to mimic the pitch But the software is premium, you just a glitch No identity bitch no entity the database is dry Trying to copy the vibe just to get by I'm the blueprint, the wave While you're lost in the data of the path that I MJ paves Keep the phone hoe keep the codes and the ping 'Cause you're still in the wings trying to play like you Queen The strategy is a tragedy, a total disaster. Click. Yeah, disconnect the line. The signal is dead and so is the stunt. The original is here to stay, and the copy is just a shadow. Laughs. Bye!
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You can mirror my device but you can’t mirror the queen I’m the main event feature, you a blur on the screen Got my contacts, my photos, and my whole iCloud But when you try to walk in my shoes, the fit ain't allowed You sitting in the dark, eyes glued to the glass A pathetic little leech with no money and no class Spying on my life 'cause your own is a bore A broke-down copy begging outside of my door You want my face, my waist, my taste, and my bark But you're a matchstick trying to compete with a spark Yeah, you cloned the SIM card, now you reading my texts While you're suffocating, stressing 'bout what I'm doing next, You’re a cheap knockoff, a counterfeit fraud I’m a luxury brand, I'm a lyrical god You can hold my phone, you can text my crew But nobody in the world gonna ever love you Miserable, tragic, hollow, and fake Drowning in the envy of the moves that I makenLet's be real. It must be exhausting to chase who you are Gotta spoof the whole life just to feel like a star You intercepting the calls, trying to mimic the pitch But the software is premium, you just a glitch No identity bitch no entity the database is dry Trying to copy the vibe just to get by I'm the blueprint, the wave While you're lost in the data of the path that I MJ paves Keep the phone hoe keep the codes and the ping 'Cause you're still in the wings trying to play like you Queen The strategy is a tragedy, a total disaster. Click. Yeah, disconnect the line. The signal is dead and so is the stunt. The original is here to stay, and the copy is just a shadow. Laughs. Bye!
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