Haters Wanna Copy (Bonus Track)

(альбом: Cinematic - 2013)

"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

So I'm like, "Chill, bitch", hit the kill switch, hella faded
Been elevated, been on real shit, been saying
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 [?] 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 thinking they can hang around the heat
Talk [?] turn up [?] shit's a matter of degrees
And we ain't balking, we enforcing, we ain't snapping 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
[?] 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

"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"

Shit, I'm an I Dub representer, in nightclub sipping Limoncello
Fly cunts keep a seventh letter
She want me to chase her but I never sweat her
They say "How you doing, 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 spitting it illiterate
Uh, we get the spot buzzing, run a muck brother
We in the dutch oven, y'all into dutch rudders
Y'all ain't got nothing, just a bunch of dumb suckers
If you really want something then wassup motherfuckers, I be

"Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy"
Wassup
Ayy
Wassup
Said I be "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy"
Wassup
Yeah, ayy
Wassup
Looking for me, I be
"Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy"

I know the difference between walking together and being led
Led, eating together and being fed
Anything that you hear may not always be what was said
When you playing 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 living
Listen, the truth missing 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 seeing 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

"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"