Haters Wanna Copy Illy (Ft. Spit Syndicate)

[Chorus]
"Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy"
Wassup
Ayy
Wassup
Said I be "Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy"
Wassup
Yeah, ayy
Wassup
Yeah, yeah, [?] I be
"Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy" Yeah

[Verse 1: Illy]
So I'm like, "Chill, bitch", hit the kill switch, hella faded
Been elevated, been on real shit, been sayin'
For the longest my familia be the greatest
[?] status, respect is what you pay them
When you play this game the haters want a control seat, but don't seem to get
You can't fake the [?] of them seasoned vets
Like I'm a product of my city, they synonymous with Sydney
I say I-Dub, well, come to mine, brah, Lupe and Jimmy
Still there's fuck boys thinkin' they can hang around the heat
Talk [?] turn up [?] shit's a matter of degrees
And we ain't balkin', we enforcin', we ain't snappin' at your feet
Cold killers on the beat, toe tag it up and leave
And got a whole lot more fuel in the locker, no water shed
Moments settle score for them, don't make this shit awkward with
While squad up on high beam, isn't that shit obvi'?
And if you wanna find me, bitch, you know that I be