[Chorus: PJ Morton, Jordan Dennis]
I ain't singing other people's songs no more
No more, no more, no more
Mmm, yeah
I ain't singing other people's songs no more
No more, no more, no more
No more imitating for the limelight
I'ma keep on doin' me and that's what I like (Uh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Jordan Dennis]
Boy, I just do what I do, I'm givin' love to the fam'
They gon' be hyping me up, then pipin' me up, then hit on that dab
I be like, "Hit the road, Jack", ayy
Goin' back there, no chance, no
I'll win the Grammy, kissed all my fans, and then take a pic for the 'Gram
But then again, why am I in this wedding band and starin' at thе wedding bands
When I could be a bеtter man instead of singing Valory 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 singing songs from a gallery? (Woah)
It's the A-Team and the A for the artist (Oh, woah)
Billy D. team, Mr. T with the target (Oh, woah, okay, okay)
Billy cut through 'cause my pen be the sharpest (Yeah, yeah)
Built a big dream on the red likkle carpet (Look)
Aw, man, look, I am tryna recreate the greatest (Oh, woah)
If I gotta take hiatus just to make it, I'ma take it (Oh, woah)
Get to cheffing, I'ma cake it
See, I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up (Yeah, yeah)
It's me and my fam, but we goin' ham, so watch as we comin' up, comin' up, yeah
[Chorus: PJ Morton]
I ain't singing other people's songs no more
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more, yeah
I ain't singing other people's songs no more
No more, no more, no more
No more imitating for the limelight
I'ma keep on doing me and that's what I like

[Verse 2: Jordan Dennis]
Hop up on that wagon, that's my band
That's Billy D and them Good Lords and them two doors and no fake brands and no fake fans
And no copied tunes, we like Looney Tunes with them space jams
We like outer space when you hear that bass with your fresh kicks and them Ray Bans
Ayy, man, ayy, what you sayin', man?
We just chasin' dreams on paper, they turned to planes, damn
I wasn't given, but I was driven, now I be passing 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, move 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 some Bob Marley (Bro)
Run my thing like cardio
The future with the Marty flow
These days, just freeze frames and remakes
They starin' at the screen for like three days
I'm going beast mode for that east coast
And then when these shows are done
Took my shot and keep getting more
Like a full clip, I got a full clip
[Chorus: PJ Morton]
I ain't singing other people's songs no more
No more, no more, no more
I ain't singing other people's songs no more
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more, yeah
I ain't singing other people's songs no more
No more, no more, no more
No more imitating for the limelight (No)
I'ma keep on doing me and that's what I like
I ain't singing other people's songs no more
No more, no more, no more, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Ooh
I ain't singing other people's songs no more, no
Ooh
Ooh, yeah