Little Johnnie Wannabes - JohnnieB

Lyrics

( Johnnie B On The Beat ) See, y’all tried to copy my shadow, then act like y’all created the darkness, Little Johnnie was my negative side, but y’all turned into knockoff artists. You saw the duality, stole the brutality, copied the mask and the madness, Then got mad when the real JohnnieB pulled up with the dates and the drafts in the cabinets. I made Big John, made Little Johnnie, made the whole damn balance inside of me, Made the yin and the yang shake hands while the whole world tried dividing me. Y’all ran with my negative mirror, then tried to judge my reality, But a clone of my hate can’t explain the whole damn galaxy. You ain’t the villain, you ain’t the fan, you ain’t the mentor naturally, You’re just another Little Johnnie wannabe biting my personality. I made the clown, I made the crown, I made the whole damn tragedy, Then turned pain into pages while y’all turned envy into strategy. Funny how y’all copied the hate but couldn’t carry the clarity, Copied the rage but missed the reason, now that shit is embarrassing. Big John is the prophet, Little Johnnie is the parody, JohnnieB is the whole damn story, bitch, that’s the rarity. So cry in agony, rage at the screen, go make another fake attack, You can steal the mask, steal the laugh, but you can’t take the facts. I backed up the pad, backed up the dates, backed up the damn tracks, Now every Little Johnnie wannabe gotta crawl back to the lab. Hook Well fuck, they can’t believe I backed up my pad, Dates and timestamps sitting right there on my raps. Looks like all them Little Johnnies running back to the lab, ’Cause now my music is something they can never fucking have. Well fuck, They can’t believe I kept all the proof, Every old page still connected to the truth. Looks like all them Little Johnnies gotta copy something new, ’Cause they can mimic the hate, but they can’t be the root. Verse 2 So now they provoke the internet, chasing clout off my name, Then get pissed when I point out they’re doing the same damn thing. Take shots like a wannabe trying to spark some fake fame, But I already built my own lane before they stepped in the game. They want a black Slim shadow, want a rage-bait frame, Want a knockoff villain wearing JohnnieB’s pain. Want the negative side without the balance or brain, Want Little Johnnie’s mouth without surviving my flames. See, I’m not mad y’all hate, I’m mad y’all copied it badly, Took my dark entertainment and tried to make it reality. Missed the warning, missed the context, missed the duality, Now y’all look like spin-off clones with bargain-bin morality. Red wire, blue wire, I shoved both in your face, Left side, right side, I still gave y’all the place. Pick one, don’t pick one, either way it’s a trace, You’re still moving through a world that my damn pen made. Y’all didn’t wanna believe my mind was outta space, Didn’t wanna believe the in-between had a name and a place. Now you’re stuck copying the copy while I’m moving with grace, Mad ’cause the real JohnnieB left fingerprints on the case. So come on, get mad, bitch, I can wait, Or don’t, either way you still walked through my gate. You can imitate Little Johnnie, wear hate on your face, But you’ll never be JohnnieB, you can’t carry the weight. Hook Well fuck, they can’t believe I backed up my pad, Dates and timestamps sitting right there on my raps. Looks like all them Little Johnnies running back to the lab, ’Cause now my music is something they can never fucking have. Well fuck, They can’t believe I kept all the proof, Every old page still connected to the truth. Looks like all them Little Johnnies gotta copy something new, ’Cause they can mimic the hate, but they can’t be the root. Outro Yeah. So every time y’all copy him, you still copy me. Little Johnnie wannabes. Back to the fucking lab.