J.R. Writer - A.R. Writer lyrics

rate me

Uh, OK, DipSet, I'm back

Lets get back to it

Hell Rell, History In The Making in stores (blah, blah, blah)

Yo Its JR

But for now ya'll can call me AR

Ray Charles could see that you don't pop up on my radar

I'm DipSet's flame

Who shouldn't check lames

And skip through they tracks like a express train

Let the kid explain

My spit rep game's

Like a big stretch Range

When it hit left lanes (full speed)

I run up on your block

With the inf red aim

And turn ya little spots into big red stains

Piss test chain

I get it from Dave

At the district its made

Little nigga behave (why)

We equipped with them Trays

So if you ever did swing a shovel on me you'd be using that to dig up your grave

Hey.. rookie its J

Push me and pay

Let the Smuk put him up, I'm a put him away

Lay some cheddar on his temple

Yes sir its simple

I have a couple goons go and press him like he wrinkles

Hop out put them little Westons on his dimples (there you go)

And do him the same way I wreck a instrumental

You should see the god damn records that the Sym do

If its a issue when I skip through alls you 'gon see is