You Copying Me - T-Pain, Lil Wayne

Woah!

Hell, you copying me?!

You-you-you-you copying me?

Woah!

Hell, you copying me?!

You-you-you-you copying me?

Here’s a little story that I got to tell about a young motha’fucka that done

went through hell

He started off in Tallahassee, Florida

Hoping that somebody would save him from the boredom

He started making beats for the locals, stacking bread

And joined up with the clique called the Nappy Headz

The money came slow, but the hate came quick

Talking behind his back, like «Pain ain’t shit!»

He was going out of town just to put it on stage

Blind to the fact that he wouldn’t get paid

Slept in the car, clothes in the back seat

Twenty dollars to get them hoes in the back seat

Got tired of that, then he set some goals

Hoping this rap shit’ll get him some gold

Oh, never thinking of what he 'bout to be

Then six years later, everybody copy me, ya see me?

Woah!

Hell, you copying me?!

You-you-you-you copying me?

Woah!

Hell, you copying me?!

You-you-you-you copying me?

One faithful day, he said fuck it

Hopped in the Chevrolet bucket

Then he went to Mickey D’s, got an application

Nowhere was just where this rap will take him

So he gave up, took the paper home

Four dollars an hour, that’s paper hoe

But he ain’t too grown, so he got no bills

No condos just enough to make it home

Then all ring-ring on the mobile phone

Area code said «404»

«Oh yo this Akon what up nigga?

Man, yo shit sound good»

Shut up nigga!

Click

Just leave me the fuck alone

And somebody better quit playin' on my fuckin' phone

And then he said «Naw, this is what I’m 'bout to do

Have everybody copyin' you, ya see me like»

Woah!

Hell, you copying me?!

You-you-you-you copying me?

Woah!

Hell, you copying me?!

You-you-you-you copying me?

Took tens in the bucket man fuck it I’m taking my black ass to the ATL

And I’m a make it there in three and a half hours even if I gotta go through

hell

Now I can’t tell that this is the kind of tours that I should be making all by

myself

But Imma commit suicide if I see another untalented nigga on the Best Buy shelf

Well, hooked up with Akon and Boubacar

Sat down at a pizza parlor

It’s kinda hard trynna explain who you are

When you showed up getting off the market

And so I showed them niggas a couple DVD’s CD’s

Showing the shit I did on TV

Cause I sucked at basketball

But this is way better after all, see me like

Woah!

Hell, you copying me?!

You-you-you-you copying me?

Woah!

Hell, you copying me?!

You-you-you-you copying me?