[JR Writer:]
Uh huh - ZEUS!
They say they playing chess when niggas know it’s checkers
Only stories bout you flexin’ you been over stretchin’
You gon have to wait a second while I go for seconds
This is how we went from breaking records to a broken record
No progression, ain’t got no direction
That’s why I’m snapping on these goofies, it’s a roasting session
Load the session, I unload the weapon and push the button quicker than a show contestant
No contestant is fitter who had a rap to deliver since early records were killеr
My only threat is in the mirror
My nigga, it always felt likе I ain’t seen nobody else
Best kept secret I’m tired of keeping this to myself
Can’t depend on no one else so I leave it to myself
Them skinny jeans should help, you don’t even need a belt
Look I’m scorching on my offense who like talkin’, I quiet niggas up quite often. Chill!
You are not JR, don’t let em lie to ya’ll
You won’t convince them with them sloppy bars
Not mention you ain’t fly at all
I seen your wifey dawg, shorty wit you so hit she need a bodyguard
My flow is God sent, control your nonsense before I blow your conscience
You know what I’m about but I don’t know what y’all think
Like how’s this your house when you still owe your mom’s rent?
You know what I’m on, Don Michael Corleone
Limp like the hoes know I pimp
I don’t notice y’all since, I don’t know if this like you but we dislike you
You went viral and we haven’t noticed y’all since
The Jag is tinted with a baddie in it but the chick we meetin with is so bad she bad for business
Bad is bad intentions, bad is class detention, some other things that I don’t have to mention
I still got it, I still got it like a collector’s item
Who flexin like em them niggas shinnin was never like em
We never liked him, I sent a bomb to whoever hyped him
Listen, nothing you ever said excitin for real
I put in pain for real, I killed songs with Lil Wayne for real
I really played the field could give a fuck what any hater feel
MJ of this shit, I’m a renegade for real motherfucker