The Imitation Game

Keep the effects on my voice to a minimum
So the emotion is felt when I'm killing 'em
Virtuosity that's worthy of cinema
that's probably unnerving to simpletons
This is Serena crip-walking at Wimbledon
Or Michael Jackson moonwalking for 'Thriller' then
Know this believer is often indifferent
To idle actions that's thought as magnificent
Isn't it funny you find yourself interested in
The same style that you jack that's specific with sin
Yeah a critic you've been, but a mimic within
It's insane how you act with religion you spin
Everything in your text's obsessed with What's Next
Like a Drake pop hit, imitate top hits
To integrate topics and it's straight toxic
You're a cheap imitation, stop it

I need those hands in the air
If you're one of kind, not copy
In the perfect design God got me
No L's over here I'm on a hot streak
Baby just watch me
Hands in the air
I don't imitate, yo I elevate
And I'm saved by grace when hell awaits
I'm the head not tail let me demonstrate

I don't need effects on my voice
I don't need to copy your style
I don't need to look at your I-G
To see if I am worthwhile
I don't need effects on my voice
I don't need to copy your style
I don't need to jack you whole I-P
To see that I am worthwhile

Yeah, secular and spiritual rappers sounding like
Lil Moneybag Baby and 'em
I was checking for Steppin' to the A to the M
Then later on Bun B, Jay-Z and Em
But I didn't trade me to then
Become a two. zero version of Shady again
Or any other rapper lately who trends, the faith we defend
By being the head not the tail, saved me within
No wonder why it often does escape me
Women trying to be Kylie Jenner with a facebeat
Then Rihanna, self esteem dismembered in the same week
Be somebody else to feel better is how the game be
Crazy, your imitation isn't flattery
Your limitation is a travesty
When the Lord's invitation is apparently
Meant to set your apart, your sin is racing for the parody

I need those hands in the air
If you're one of kind, not copy
In the perfect design God got me
No L's over here I'm on a hot streak
Baby just watch me
Hands in the air
I don't imitate, yo I elevate
And I'm saved by grace when hell awaits
I'm the head not tail let me demonstrate

I don't need effects on my voice
I don't need to copy your style
I don't need to look at your I-G
To see if I am worthwhile
I don't need effects on my voice
I don't need to copy your style
I don't need to jack you whole I-P
To see that I am worthwhile

Aye man, you ain't Aubrey Graham, J.Cole or Kendrick
You ain't either rapper named Baby, you get no merits
Dude, you're ripping off Pop Smoke with every effort
All in the name of the Lord, I got a question
Yeah we got questions

I don't need effects on my voice
I don't need to copy your style
I don't need to look at your I-G
To see if I am worthwhile
I don't need effects on my voice
I don't need to copy your style
I don't need to jack you whole I-P
To see that I am worthwhile
Yeah