(Syke talking)
I'm tired ah n***as in this motherf**in' rap game
Talking 'bout what they done did and what they gon' do
What set the from and all this bullsh**
n***a I done ran a TRW on yo punk a**
n***a you ain't even got no hood
So what the f** is you talkin' about?, n***a
(Chorus:)
Just be yo self
Everybody wanna be somebody else
Just be yo self
Just be yo self
Everybody wanna be somebody else
Just be yo self
Just be yo self
Why you wanna be somebody else?
Just be you self
Just be yo self
Everybody wanna be somebody else, n***a
(Verse 1:)
Fool can you see yo self?
Everytime I come around you's somebody else
Gettin' played to the left cause you steady changin'
Never quoted in but you bangin'
Part time slanga, one in the chamber for the anger
That you build inside but you never ride
Homicidal tendencies, n***as please
Shakin' fleas, three hundred an' eighty degrees
Trained and schooled by Gs, you can check
Pickin' up my minum, hit 'em, leaving 'em wrecked
f** yo set, now I'm older wid bouldgers and birds
Overseas bringin' kis to the su-burbs
What's the word not this imitation rap sh**
n***as make up sh**, so they counterfeit
I don't feel that sh**, from this napple generation
Cause they full ah perpetration
b**h made n***as they follow they copy
I'm authentic motherf**a can't stop me
Carbon copies the essence of some, presence
Don't call me for no motherf**in' reference
n***a be yo self
(Chorus)
(Verse 2:)
Have you really flipped kis, about yo cheese, stackin' Gs
Or is it all fictional thoughts that you perceive?
Many fleas get in the rap game but claim something different
Like being a hog from a iffin', what is it
That makes imitations speak on legend ways
No affiliation wid nothing on ya resume
Became a rapper now G overnight
Soaking up game like a parasite alright
I'm tired ah weenies and beanies in Starter hats
And k**in' everythang on these f**in' raps, per-haps
We need to throw a meeting in yo hood
n***a don't know me catch a beatin' in my hood
It's understood from the West to the Eastside
Slide wid the riders and suiciders, life biters
In the mix full ah tricks and they phony
Ya own homie told me...
You ain't being yo self
(Chorus)
(Verse 3:)
You heard my style but not the voice wid it
Somebody bidded I guess it fitted
I got more style than a lifer on a wave pal
Upside down smiles stayin' thuggin' in the meanwhile
Bustas beware, don't stare I got a evil pa**ion
Thug pa**sion on control, ballin' a**a**in
Let me floss, playa boss, picture me satelite
Kickin' up dust fiends rush, block sold up tight
Syke Capone, roll alone from set to set
Hangin' wid Ninos and g**nin' vets
Respect the fact pack a Mac if your pocket's flat
I'm puttin' down moves from Jersey to Sac
Felony acts involve murders never solved my brother
Followed around by the federal undercover
They wanna smother a k**er
I'm the n***a yo hood hate
f** wid me and I'll smash yo hood to another state
Call me Syke psychoactive the troublemost
Let's make a toast to the Inglewatts overdose
And all these playa a** n***as out here
That's just being theyself, n***a
(Chorus)
(Verse 4:)
Baby I can't forget about you
You want reproduction of yo whole crew
Outfits shows the center of your character
Split personalities like an actor
Had to backtrack it cause they counter off
Tryna make a thug n***a go soft
Doublecross, a hoe if you don't know
Stayin' focused on my cash as I lay low
There he go, the clepto-maniac
And I ain't gon' never change n***a f** dat
(Syke talks)
Yeah, ain't gon' never change on these n***as
I'm being myself from beginning to end n***a
When you see me, you know I'm being myself n***a
Ain't nobody else I can be but my motherf**in' self
Let the bustas be somebody else
(Chorus) (wid Syke givin' shoutouts and talking)