I ain't singin' other people's songs no more, no more, no more, no more Mmm, yeah I ain't singin' other people's songs no more, no more, no more, no more No more imitatin' for the limelight I'ma keep on doin' me and this what I like Boy, I just do what I do I'm givin' love to the fam They gon' be hypin' me up, then pipin' me up, then hit on that dab I be like, hit the real jack, ayy Goin' back, there ain't no chance, no I win the Grammy, kiss to my fans And then take a pic with the gram But then again, the why my in this wedding band Is starin' at the wedding bands When I could be a better man instead of singin' Valerie Like every second weekend for the salary Reality, I think I need a challenge, please I'm like, who the hell gonna challenge me if I'm singin' songs from a gallery? Woah, it's a A-team and an A for the artist Woah, feel a G-team, it's a T with a target Okay, okay Feel a cut through, come up and be the sharpest Yeah Feel a big dream on a red liquor carpet Oh man, look, I ain't tryin' to recreate it Greatest if I gotta take hiatus Just to make it, I'ma take it Get to Sheppard, I'ma cake it See, I'm back there runnin' up, runnin' up It's me and my fam, but we goin' ham So watch us, we comin' up, comin' up I ain't singin' other people's songs no more No more, no more, no more No more, no more I ain't singin' other people's songs no more No more, no more, no more No more imitate it for the limelight I'ma keep on doin' me and that's what I like Hop up on that wagon, that's my van That's Billy D and them good lords and them two doors Ain't no fake brands and no fake fans Ain't no cover tunes, we like Looney Tunes with them space jams We like outer space when you hear the bass When your fresh kicks to them Ray-Bans Ayy, man, ayy, what you sayin', man? We just chasin' dreams on paper They turn up planes, damn I wasn't givin', but I was drivin' I would be passin' them in cars I was just swimmin' with all the fishes But then I chose to be a shark I be proficient, they be deficient I be efficient, you so official Black and the white, boy, you listen for whistles Aim for the stars and I shoot with a missile Please play at my party No, play me somethin' by Marley, bro Run my thing like cardio The future with the Marty flow These days, just freeze frames and replays They starin' at their screen for like three days I'm gon' be smokin' at East Coast And then when these shows are done Took my shot and keep gettin' more Like a four-clip, I got a four-clip I ain't singin' other people's songs no more No more, no more, no more I ain't singin' other people's songs no more No more, no more, no more No more, no more, no more I ain't singin other people's songs no more No more, no more, no more I ain't singin other people's songs no more No more, no more, no more No more, no more, no more I ain't singin other people's songs no more No more, no more, no more