2KNate - Impersonation lyrics

Verse 1 Yeah, you'll get murdered over that kilo Them shooters'll come clap yo a**, and how many f**s they give? Zero You tryna run to delay sh** But when they get up there, they gone spray sh** Snakes lay in what you play in So you better be careful who you lay with Because if you don't, it's gone raise them red flags Then watch yo a** get toe tagged Get carried off from a crime scene in a body bag n***as be sittin there lettin off the extended mags 100 straight up right to yo chest, insult to injury And don't expect my squad to show no f**ing sympathy f** yo squad Interlude f** that sh**, it's time to get real.. Verse 2 I'm not bullsh**ting with anyone anymore, they wanted to push me They pushed me off the edge of the diving board, so I'm diving in the rap game's p**y I'mma make the rap game scream my name, I'm inside of it Because getting my name chanted is the name of the game, it's just pride of sh** They hate the fact I alliterate, they want to instigate Then ride my dick and imitate, but then I rid the fake I'm aiming at the n***as who act like just because they paid a grand plus tax And acting like they getting racks So they make it rain, while they doing that, the flames is my rain You don't believe it? I own the rap handheld game I done put my life into this sh**, and I ain't gone be denied As long as I'm standing, not with my eyes closed, 6 feet under, as long as I'm f**ing alive And breathin, I ain't leavin You got flow? You just a baby to me, you ain't even started teethin Guys like Chief Keef and Migos the best? You must be geekin Best believe it You a Chihuahua to me, you tryna to box with a Pit You like Chief Keef, I feel like Pac when I spit The pain, the problems, I walked a mile of it But I'm one of the few n***as that can say that I took my life and made a smile of it You've seen everything I've done, from Rejuvination to this little tape right here I've been up from day to night here I feel like an insomniac right now, eyes bloodshot like I've been puffing But that's because if it won't for this, I wouldn't have nothing And that first verse might be the truth, I might have clutched the pistol Without this rap sh**, I could've just been the n***a that's typical Gangbangin, shots ringin, moms singin Souls stingin, running up on n***as for what they thinking But now I'm only thinking of what to put on the notepad And I'm glad that things ain't never go bad And I ain't go down that inevitable road where things ain't go so sad Glad I ain't never have to move from place to place like a nomad Glad I ain't in the grave yet, glad I'm identified by rapping and not a toe tag Glad I still get to hit and crack beats like gla** Instead of cracking n***as jaws, pistol whipping, and putting n***as on blast And look where that's got me in the aftermath It's got me competing with n***as with lyrical sk** And saying, "I don't care how good you are, I got the lyrical will" To keep up with anyone, Ab-Soul, J-Cole 2Pac, Biggie, the n***as that bodied Control And the rest of em You don't gotta put me up there with the best of em But I just wanna know that I'm in the f**ing game Just put me after N, which should be it already, because isn't it in my name?