J.R. Writer - I'm Official lyrics

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JR Writer "I'm Official"

(talking)

Harlem... K Slay...Writer

You know what this is

Thunder I do this man let's get to it

I'm official, hand gun issues,

Handle the rock, like I got and one dribble (swish)

Raw in the kitchen, it's all that I'm pitchin

In the lobby so much, I need a door man position

Listen, niggaz wack I go IKE on tracks

You think me and you's a match, put your life on that

These are grams up in the pot, come get high off crack

Bunch of candles on your block, I put your life on wax

It's a fact, I'm the golden child

You should know by now

What it do zoo is quiet, but I'm smoking loud

Get a load of me skeezer I over style

Cellphone out the freezer, frozen dial

How you ball with a bracelet full of floors

I was doing diamond district when Jacob had a store

Send a couple takers to come take you niggaz all

Don't ask me where they taking you, they taking you to war

Dawg, all off the block, scorchering hot

6 figures, every take, killer taught me a lot

You ain't talking bout qwap, I'll ignore you for sure

But if you dropping off knots, give my lawyer a call

I'm an animal with the bling,

Dancing all on the king

Let's be VBS don't put an amateur in the ring

Think, need to smarten up

For the Larkin buck

Have them niggaz jumping in your truck like a party bus

Tool with the beam ruin your dreams

Fuck a hook this aint a song it's your funeral theme

Let a nigga talk funny or walk funny corpse mummy

For short money, I got cats to keep it tall from me

If he stack triggers to his neck, vest up, address what

Give me his address, I'll get there in a sec

Ripping and torch, everybody getting box like we shipping you off, dawg

Moral of the story, leave me out your rap beef

Before I have the homies, meet you on the back street

Have the wave gang sit you in the high tides

They spray things, give each other hi 5's

Ryde Ryde with the wrong one, the wrong one

I Raaa Raaa with the war gunz you all done

I'm no fronter, catch me tripping with the whole thunder

Those stunters aint equipped to throw with no gunners

Past your stoop went quicker then the road runner

Phantom coop, got me dipping from the ghost hunters

Toast Thunder overloaded but I don't promote it

Leave a nigga so corroded, that's my locomotive

You beyond a fraud and I know you know this

Your gay songs get paused the fans homophobic

Bundles I flip will numb up your lip

Street album on the way K..I'm done with this shit Writer

Thanks to ~Tasha~ for correcting these lyrics