Haters Wanna Copy

Lyrics

[Chorus] "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy" Wassup Ayy Wassup Said I be "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy" Wassup Yeah, ayy Wassup Yeah, yeah, [?] I be "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy" Yeah [Verse 1: Illy] So I'm like, "Chill, bitch", hit the kill switch, hella faded Been elevated, been on real shit, been sayin' For the longest my familia be the greatest [?] status, respect is what you pay them When you play this game the haters want a control seat, but don't seem to get You can't fake the [?] of them seasoned vets Like I'm a product of my city, they synonymous with Sydney I say I-Dub, well, come to mine, brah, Lupe and Jimmy Still there's fuck boys thinkin' they can hang around the heat Talk [?] turn up [?] shit's a matter of degrees And we ain't balkin', we enforcin', we ain't snappin' at your feet Cold killers on the beat, toe tag it up and leave And got a whole lot more fuel in the locker, no water shed Moments settle score for them, don't make this shit awkward with While squad up on high beam, isn't that shit obvi'? And if you wanna find me, bitch, you know that I be [Chorus] "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy" Wassup Ayy Wassup Said I be "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy" Wassup Yeah, ayy Wassup [?] I be "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy" [Verse 2: Nick Lupi] Shit, I'm an I Dub representer, in nightclub sippin' Limoncello Fly cunts keep a seventh letter She want me to chase her but I never sweat her They say "How you doin', Nick?", I said "Bitch, never better" 'Cause I never waste a second of mine on a hater Don't even rate her, mention not even on my radar All I got on my radar is pasta and paper And rhymes, I been on the grind like skaters Uh, I'm from an era where the battles were legitimate You watch from the side of the cypher before you get in it You studied your craft 'fore you put it on the internet You'll never pass if you spittin' it illiterate Uh, we get the spot buzzin', run a muck brother We in the dutch oven, y'all into dutch rudders Y'all ain't got nothin', just a bunch of dumb suckers If you really want somethin' then wassup motherfuckers, I be [Chorus] "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy" Wassup Ayy Wassup Said I be "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy" Wassup Yeah, ayy Wassup Lookin' for me, I be "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy" [Verse 3: Jimmy Nice] I know the difference between walkin' together and being led Led, eatin' together and bein' fed Anything that you hear may not always be what was said When you playin' Chinese whispers with the prisoners in your head Never let another's position effect your vision We don't own no television, we go-getters, we livin' Listen, the truth missin' like the desert in the rain, or Kendrick and Sherane, so I'm the black box on the plane Know what I'm sayin'? My hand on my willie, my Other hand brush off sand from my sashimi Call up my boy, Illy, "What's the status of the CD?" The plaque's now dipped in gold like Nefertiti Well, we ain't seein' no parallels in sales But true homies keep it straight up and down like half-12 Why would you fuckers hate when there's love to be made? 'Cause we got ladies ravioli, racking rappers on my plate [Chorus (Extended)] "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy" Wassup Ayy Wassup Said I be "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy" Wassup Ayy Wassup Said I be "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy" Wassup Ayy Said I be "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy" Wassup Ayy Said I be "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy"