Menime - JohnnieB

Lyrics

Attention Yeah, I need your attention please Will the real little mini me’s all stand up Repeatin’, will the real little mini me’s all stand up We got a room full of problems Y’all act like y’all never seen a whole damn spectrum before Like JohnnieB ain’t walk through the door With black and white, light and dark, all in one voice and a whole lot more It’s the rise of the—nah, wait, hold up, let me say it clear I did what they swore I couldn’t do, now every fake one studyin’ here They hear one flow, one joke, one switch, then try to build a whole career But that don’t make you me, little clone, that just make you stand too near Yeah, they watch how I move, how I talk, how I flip pain into a hook How I mix porch-light calm with a cuss-word spark and still make the whole room look How I take both sides of the mirror and turn all of that into a book Now my name in they mouth like they love my style, whole time they just wish they could See, some of y’all want the drip, some want the depth, some want the sting I bring Some want the laugh, some want the rage, some want the whole damn everything But you can’t copy a life, you can only bite the sound of a couple things And if you keep echoing me that loud, don’t blame me when the whole room see the strings Now don’t get it twisted, I know exactly what the fuck this is A bunch of mini me’s throwin’ my face on they own little counterfeit fits But I built this from blood, from thought, from fight, from soul, from scars that sit So if you sound like me, that’s cool — just know you still ain’t carrying this [Hook] Mini me, mini me, all around me. Little-ass copies keep studyin’ my reach. Mini me, mini me, they wanna sound like me. But they can’t hold the weight, they just mimic my speech. Mini me, mini me, y’all still not me. You can steal one move, you can’t live my story. Mini me, mini me, whole room gon’ see. JohnnieB, motherfucker, they all echo me. They tell me, “Tone it down if you really wanna sell that record” But I’d rather keep my voice than let some fake-ass suit just hold my leverage Why would I trade my pen for permission, my truth for a safer message? I’d rather stay me and build from the dirt than fake my soul for a bigger section So what if I blow? Then what would you do? Try to own a piece of the wave? Try to tell me what line too sharp, what side too dark, what truth can’t stay? Nah, I’d rather stay independent with a mouth that still say what I say Than be some polished-up puppet with a smile and a check that ate my name See, I’m married to the craft, and the craft don’t cheat if you keep it honest That’s why I can move through the underground and still sound bigger than your wallets I made my own lane outta contradiction, balance, chaos, thought, and promise So every little wannabe watch too close, then copy posture and call it progress I’m sick of these copy-paste kids actin’ like I don’t notice the mimicry Same little walk, same little switch, same little “I don’t care” energy But there’s a million mini me’s just like that, all tryna touch this chemistry Who rap like me, dress like me, talk like me, but still ain’t got my history They can steal the edge, steal the tone, steal a couple moves and a line or two But they can’t steal the weight of the life I lived or the whole damn multiverse view So let the room keep watchin’, let the clones keep flockin’, that just prove what’s true JohnnieB, motherfucker — the copies got louder, but the source still cut straight through [Hook] Mini me, mini me, all around me. Little-ass copies keep studyin’ my reach. Mini me, mini me, they wanna sound like me. But they can’t hold the weight, they just mimic my speech. Mini me, mini me, y’all still not me. You can steal one move, you can’t live my story. Mini me, mini me, whole room gon’ see. JohnnieB, motherfucker, they all echo me.