J.R. Writer - Change lyrics
[J.R. Writer - Change lyrics]
This purple be having me in a storm 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-IP you heard what I claim? Writer mayne
Hottest thing on this turf and terrain
I luagh 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 like it buy it
That 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
Ration 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!
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-IP you heard what I claim? Writer mayne
Hottest thing on this turf and terrain
I luagh 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 like it buy it
That 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
Ration 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!