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j.r. writer - where you at lyrics

[verse 1]
ok
who shaper?, there isnt any harder{no}
you feeling me a r uh, ain’t no getting any further {than what? } than this
banana clips, it’s a military armour
that’ll take your wig off like a military barber {blah}
when i clap clap clap that -ss {blah}
put the mac on him fast {clap clap}
make em’ forget about turn you a “blast from the past” {ha}
that’s just half of the math
i’ll pop your casket and laugh
put money in the bag, now that’s a “bag full of cash” {chi-ching}
check this swagger i flash
it’ll make the party riot {riot}, soon as i step in the spot you see i’m harlems flyest {writer! }
i’ll get you off, you try it
while i’m at the furthest highest {how? }
i don’t lift a joint, you swear i’m getting off a writers
a make your broad excited, how a n-gga cuase a crisis {yo}
your tuning to the future there’s no need to call a psychic {nope}
i apes on the track, you playing with scr-ps
listen pidgeon what i cater is crack
take a pack and relax

[hook]
face the facts i’m a ape on the track
with major stacks, paper stacked
ain’t no greater with raps
that hate the cat but face the scr-p
the boys’ playing with crack
‘cuase i’m a striaght diplomat
ain’t no greater than that
now where you at eastside
where you at westside
where you at southside
where you northside
where you at? i wanna see who repping in here
it don’t matter where you from put your set in the air

[verse 2]
i’m where the paper at
the paper stack
major scratch
the dough look
thicker than the notebook
that’s what i call a paperback
face the facts i’m a don, so any n-gga faking jax
i’ll lay a stack, and turn his f-cking fitted {what? } to a paperhat {blah}
take a nap
later scr-p
you ain’t know the bread was major? {huh}
my accountant p-ssing bills like a legislature {thank you}
that’s why i step in gators p-ssing of these effin haters
they yelling step it up, my flow is on a escalator
co-come contest a player
yours is on a respirator {helpless}
there ain’t a set that’s greater
doggie we some regulators {was good? }
who beat who?, see us boo {you see us}
i ain’t the only ‘g’ my pockets is g’d up too {chi-ching}
my clips can clean up crew, i’ll send that clean up through
than send some shots and clean the block on that 3+2 {what’s that? }
that’s a five, sitting high on them big dogs i’m sinking {who? }
all day in the cl-ss like the kid caught detention

[hook]

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