J.R. Writer - Change lyrics

rate me

This purple be having me in a zone man

Thinking bout a whole bunch of shit man

Lemme get this off my chest real quick

Yo

Well this rap shit {what}

Has certainly changed

How could it ever work for these lames?

Duck-hunt, with all these birds in the game

That's word to my gang

D-I-P you heard what I claim?

Writer mayne

Hottest thing on this turf and terrain

I laugh

You ain't as great as you think

You hear that?

That's me laughing all the way to bank

Come play in the paint

I've been a pro

If it ain't a give and go {what's that? }

I see it I like it buy it, that's what I call a pick and roll

Dig though, I'm eating chump

I don't need to front

For prjoects with the weeks and months

I ain't take a breather once {no way}

It's easy punk, I'm top the line

Rhyme for rhyme

Couple rocks, and a watch, ock that means it's time to shine {bling}

Little guys behind

But check it I'm a ride for mine

If I was super man the S'll be a dollar sign {Ching}

I ain't lying, I be styling creep

How I'm cheap?

When seven days a week I'm fresher than a bounty sheet {fresh}

The bounty hunters couldn't find this little town I creep

My lounge discreet

Some of my niggas meet me down the street {word}

They hound the beast on some star struck shit {how}

Cameras out like britney spears on a startbucks trip {flick}

Get your bars up prick

Uh understand me these queers are candy {candy}

Throwing jabs but your oscar wearing panties

I dare you trannies get R uh mad

I'll carve the fag {why}

Your album trash

The next one should come in garbage bags

Little garbage ass could never be a diplomat

Your shit is wack

It's a fact

You bastards always been in jack {swag}

I get a cat to bring a wrancht where you living at

Get your clappers, swing around the plastic like a wiffle bat {click clat}

Now that's a christmas wrap

Go head with the chitter chat

We'll chitty chitty bang bang all over your fitted cap {blaow}

The kid is back drowning the mic

It's the king kiss the ring niggas bow to the nice

How I ain't nice?

I style for real {real}

That's really how I feel {feel}

I turned a street mixtape into a album deal

I'm bout them bills

So until I touch em millions boo

I'm a puff a splif or two

And fuck up my perifials

Holla!