Clones (Flattery)

Niggas think I came to save the day, I wanna fight
I'ma choose violence everyday and every night
B-Dot-N, Re, I, double L, Y
Bitch, you know my name, say it right (Ben Reilly)
I might be your father figure twice removed, baby, round up
I walk in this bitch and spot rooms
Look where they found us
Ain't nothing but numerous luminous shooters
And crimnal uterus round us
You're more like computers on dial up
Don't look to me to get your sound up
(Yeah)

Not you tryna be like me
I don't take this shit as flattery (hm)
Not you tryna be like me (hm)
I don't take this shit as flattery (Bitch)

Hm, hm, hm, hm, you
Get the fuck up, you
Hm, hm, hm, hm, you
Get the fuck up, you
Hm, hm, hm, hm, you
Shut the fuck up, you
Get the fuck up, you
Shut the fuck up, you

Niggas faking accolades, he not in the mix
Shorty feelin bad today, I'ma need a pimp
Himothy like Chalamet, I was introduced (Yes)
Shoving up a tomb (Yes)
Throw me on a Zoom (Yes)
Look, I conquered the room, sonny
Perfectly groomed, sonny
Sheesh, sonny
Look at my teeth, sonny
I'm boutta eat, sonny
Look what I earned, need it adjourned, sonny
Speak, what did you learn, sonny?
Nar, she farney
Wrist been lookin like an art piece (save)
How many bands your car see?
Stick shift sitting on car seats
Oh shit, baby, don't start me
I'll cover that crib like card sheets
If I scream, I'm ready for war
Invite me, I settle the score
My vices intice me
I'm likely to clear out a store

Hm, hm, hm, hm, you
Get the fuck up, you (Got me fucked up)
Hm, hm, hm, hm, you
Get the fuck up, you (Yuh, got me fucked up, yeah)
Hm, hm, hm, hm, you (Huh, huh, huh)
Shut the fuck up, you (Got me fucked up, yeah)
Get the fuck up, you (Got me fucked up, yeah)
Shut the fuck up, you (Got me fucked up, yeah)
(Huh)

Okay, Not you tryna be like me
I won't take this shit as flattery (hm, get it)
Not you tryna be like me (hm, get it)
I won't take this shit as flattery

Ayy, man, who the fuck is y'all?
Man, walk 'em like a dog
Man, you ain't talking 'bout no money
We was not involved
Man, who you foolin'?
Man, stop my toolin'
Man, she notice I chew, huh
She like "what you doin?" Ayy
I'm the blueprint
And I understand that
Don't make me get to rock and rollin'
Where them bands at? (Save)
This shit get ransacked
Just like one south
Man, I don't want no dap
What the fuck is peace?
I got this piece on me
I thought y'all would sleep on me
Ain't nothing for the Morgan Freeman
You can't lean on me
That's the thing 'bout Key
This heat is heat
Bitch, count down from three
Finna blow, TNT

Oh shit, look at Mr. Me too
Everybody point at Mr. Me too
Everybody look at Mr. Me too
Take your bitch, make her Mrs. Me too
Oh shit, look at Mr. Me too (too, too, too)
Everybody point at Mr. Me too (too, too, too)
Everybody look at Mr. Me too (too, too, too)
Take your bitch, make her Mrs. Me too (too, too, too)

(The cloning process has proven unstable)
(Hahaha)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
(Save)
(Yeah)
(Everybody look at Mr. Me too)
(I'ma take your baby mama and make her Mrs. Me too, hahaha)