Lyrics

[Intro] (Classic, classic) (Classic, classic) They say imitation is the highest form of flattery (Flattery, flatter) But some people get mad, get mad, 'cause they can't do it better than me [Verse 1; Tyson James] Yo yo, listen Every time I come through I'ma kill the game Y'all think I'm tryna steal your lane Y'all just mad, I'm a real y'all lame I will not cave, and y'all still in chains Y'all muzzled, I speak truth and y'all puzzled Y'all just purgin' the flock and I ruffle Do it for the cause, I don't care about the duffle I hussle, I don't need permission, I'm trouble (Heh) And I don't need a bunch of little pеople in my corner Bunch of peoplе on my team (people on my team) He ain't ever gonna tell me what to say I'm gonna rap about it you know what I mean (You know what I mean, what I mean) You can have your [?] Y'all stay mad, I'ma stay up in the genre Y'all stay cap, I'ma spray like [?] Y'all are with the coke y'all stay with [?] And I'ma pour one out This one for betas and people that pout This one for haters and people that doubt I'ma get another for the fakers in the crowd Man, forget about hip-hop culture Y'all are just lost, with the [?] I keep it clean, y'all vulgar I point you to God, but now I am the vulture? [Chorus; Trevor Wesley] I've been picking up classics in the laboratory (Laboratory, -tory) And if you ask who gets the credit, I'm giving God the glory (God the glory) (Who made it?) [?], he made it [?], he made it Culture, he made it Look what God did [?], he made it [?], he made it Culture, he made it Look what God did [Verse 2; Tyson James] Man Look Tyson, you're so dang racist You can't even rap that great, just face it Haven't you heard of cultural appropriation? You were just a guess in the game, you's the basics I went to college, I got a degree They told me I'm white so I need to appease Now I bow to my friends and I plead on my knees 'Cause some people had slaves and they blame it on me Heh, but I don't really care about your feelings News flash I ain't ever had a slave, man (Never had a slave, man) But you don't really care about the truth You just wanna point a finger at me, man (At me, man) You stealing the vibes You speakin the truth and [?] We call him a racist but he doesn't hide It's like he gets louder and won't 'pologize What's up with this guy? I want him to bow to my skin And feel sorry for me while I grin I wanna expose him but I know he's chosen And I know that he don't deliberately sin I'd write him a check but don't think there's a price We come at his neck but he won't give us [?] We feel like a wreck we can't get him to slide Don't hold your breath I'm connected to Christ, sorry [Chorus; Trevor Wesley] I've been picking up classics in the laboratory (Laboratory, -tory) And if you ask who gets the credit, I'm giving God the glory (God the glory) (Who made it?) [?], he made it [?], he made it Culture, he made it Look what God did [?], he made it [?], he made it Culture, he made it Look what God did [?], he made it [?], he made it Culture, he made it Look what God did [?], he made it [?], he made it Culture, he made it Look what God did [Outro] They say imitation is the highest form of flattery But some people get mad, get mad, 'cause they can't do it better than me I'm giving God the glory