Sloppily they copied me
But obviously it ain't done properly
Maybe they just think it's over with, but ain't no stoppin' me
They've been takin', fakin', makin' a mockery
Whoever thought that hip-hop would be
Full of nikkas braggin', actin' like they hit the lottery?
But it's about to be a robbery; they gettin' nuttin' on they back end
After sodomy, thinkin' they gonna be the next prodigy
At the end of the game, they receive a window pane and a pot to pee
Sometimes I gotta pinch myself to prove it's not a dream
How I'm survivin' in this non-thriving economy
Wishin' steak what was on my plate, but for now it's ham hock and beans
nikkas with the money, they spend it on expensive Prada jeans
But fukk it, to me it's not a thing
To each his own, know'm talmbout?
Nah'mean?
