You Copying Me T-Pain

[Hook: x2]
Woah! Hell, you copying me!?
You-you-you-you copying me?
Woah! Hell, you copying me!?
You-you-you-you copying me?

[Verse 1]
Here's a little story that I got to tell about a young motha'fucka that done went through hell
He started off in Tallahassee, Florida
Hoping that somebody would save him from the boredom
He started making beats for the locals, stacking bread
And joined up with the clique called the Nappy Headz
The money came slow, but the hate came quick
Talking behind his back, like "Pain ain't shit!"
He was going out of town just to put it on stage
Blind to the fact that he wouldn't get paid
Slept in the car, clothes in the back seat
Twenty dollars to get them hoes in the back seat
Got tired of that, then he set some goals
Hoping this rap shit'll get him some gold
Oh, never thinking of what he 'bout to be
Then six years later, everybody copy me, ya see me?

[Hook: x2]
Woah! Hell, you copying me!?
You-you-you-you copying me?
Woah! Hell, you copying me!?
You-you-you-you copying me?