You Copying Me Lyrics

This is a little story that I got to tell

About a young mother f..cker that went through hell

He started up in florida open up with somebody from the border

... the money came slow but the hate came quick

Talking about hundred... like...

Do it at the time just to put it on stage

Ride to the back that it wouldn't get paid

Straight to the car closing the back seat

Two hundreds dollars and get the hoes in the back seat

... never thinking of what is about to be

And six years later everybody copy me

You copy me?

What? you copy me?

What? you copy me?

What? you copy me?

What? you copy me?

One pay for day he said f..ck it

Hoped in the chevrolet bucket it

Wouldn't... application no where...

Gave up took the paper home

4 dollars in an hour that's pay for hore

... so we got no bills no car just enough to make it home

Ring ring on a mobile phone every call say...

... the shit sounds good

Shut up n..er just leave me the f..ck alone

... what I am about to do everybody copy you

You copy me?

What? you copy me?

What? you copy me?

What? you copy me?

What? you copy me?

Took years... get my f..cking ass to rtl

And I am gonna make it there even if I gotta go through hell

... this is the kind of... I should be making by myself

But I am gonna commit suicide if I see another... n..er

... hooked up with... sit down... try to explain who you are

... so I show the n..ers a couple cds... on tv...

You copy me?

What? you copy me?

What? you copy me?

What? you copy me?

What? you copy me?