J.R. Writer - Losin' It lyrics
[J.R. Writer - Losin' It lyrics]
Uh, 1 2 bring my levels up
They gotta hear me yeah
Live From Harlem World zeus Uh, yeah, yeah
Niggas tried to stick with me
But they been gettin' crossed
You better check my history
Like you was insecure
Spittin' fuckery but claim that
You've been gettin' off
How could you fuck with me?
Ya tape been gettin' menopause
(men-to pause)
I should D-Mac but I'm plottin'
Where you be at?
I'll Park you anywhere like I'm
Ridin' in a Fee-at or Fiat, nigga relax
You 'bout to make me relapse
Karrueche with the body pic
Nobody wanna see that
All my tracks is a classic
I don't clash with these rappers
All that trash you performin'
You don't match up with Cassius
I'll have you staggerin' backwards and
Then it's ashes to ashes
Hope you have the ray zapper
If I ever catch you in traffic
Nigga, fact is I'm fresher
And you's a passive-aggressor
Pickin' who you want friction with
More like static selector (Statik Selektah)
Me, I spaz on whoever
What's a pimp to Neutrogena?
I'm dead cold with it
Kenneka Jenkins in a freezer
Bitch, I'm clinically crazy
Y'all can't lyrically fade me
Casey Anthony, can't you see
How I'm killin' 'em, baby
This is bigger than KD
Who can get with me lately
I tried to picture that shit
Then the picture get grainy
Maybe you niggas just lazy
Or your lyrics fugazi
If you claim that I'm bitin'
You must be livin' with rabies
How you think that you made me? Man
You frauds need to get in tune
My studio is me and Duke Da
God in the livin' room
Mean, I was eighteen, mobbin' with the A Team
Lines you could never fade
I ain't usin' Beijing
Ain't nobody feelin' you
Y'all ain't what the game fiend
I had most of the city blue when
I was in the state greens
I'm God chosen, bars golden, y'all foldin'
I studied under Lamont Coleman, heart frozen
Big L is where the heathen
Got his flowin' from
They say I be loosin' it
Yeezy ain't the only one
Beyond raw, want war? Get an encore
DNA all over the place, Kendrick Lamar tour
Yeah, this is hardcore
Who say they playin' hard ball?
I cook up so much hard
I'm 'bout to send some shit to Rob Ford
Please believe, I'm killin' 'em with ease
Ya girl don't want for nothin' 'cause
I give her what she need huh, nigga please
That bitch don't get to breathe
She be on her knees so much they
'bout to kick her out the league (HA)
Shit is simple
How I dip through these instrumentals
But tell me how you got the
Title when you in a rental?
I see the skit's you into
Keep thinkin' it's Jimmy Kimmel
I put this 'fif on ya mental
Welcome to 50 Central
It's a fact, I loose friends when I rap
Fuck a label
I'm independent I want everythin' back
Not to mention I'm crack and so
Much of a rap god
You Niggas is wack, I should
Mumble my last bar, zeus
They gotta hear me yeah
Live From Harlem World zeus Uh, yeah, yeah
Niggas tried to stick with me
But they been gettin' crossed
You better check my history
Like you was insecure
Spittin' fuckery but claim that
You've been gettin' off
How could you fuck with me?
Ya tape been gettin' menopause
(men-to pause)
I should D-Mac but I'm plottin'
Where you be at?
I'll Park you anywhere like I'm
Ridin' in a Fee-at or Fiat, nigga relax
You 'bout to make me relapse
Karrueche with the body pic
Nobody wanna see that
All my tracks is a classic
I don't clash with these rappers
All that trash you performin'
You don't match up with Cassius
I'll have you staggerin' backwards and
Then it's ashes to ashes
Hope you have the ray zapper
If I ever catch you in traffic
Nigga, fact is I'm fresher
And you's a passive-aggressor
Pickin' who you want friction with
More like static selector (Statik Selektah)
Me, I spaz on whoever
What's a pimp to Neutrogena?
I'm dead cold with it
Kenneka Jenkins in a freezer
Bitch, I'm clinically crazy
Y'all can't lyrically fade me
Casey Anthony, can't you see
How I'm killin' 'em, baby
This is bigger than KD
Who can get with me lately
I tried to picture that shit
Then the picture get grainy
Maybe you niggas just lazy
Or your lyrics fugazi
If you claim that I'm bitin'
You must be livin' with rabies
How you think that you made me? Man
You frauds need to get in tune
My studio is me and Duke Da
God in the livin' room
Mean, I was eighteen, mobbin' with the A Team
Lines you could never fade
I ain't usin' Beijing
Ain't nobody feelin' you
Y'all ain't what the game fiend
I had most of the city blue when
I was in the state greens
I'm God chosen, bars golden, y'all foldin'
I studied under Lamont Coleman, heart frozen
Big L is where the heathen
Got his flowin' from
They say I be loosin' it
Yeezy ain't the only one
Beyond raw, want war? Get an encore
DNA all over the place, Kendrick Lamar tour
Yeah, this is hardcore
Who say they playin' hard ball?
I cook up so much hard
I'm 'bout to send some shit to Rob Ford
Please believe, I'm killin' 'em with ease
Ya girl don't want for nothin' 'cause
I give her what she need huh, nigga please
That bitch don't get to breathe
She be on her knees so much they
'bout to kick her out the league (HA)
Shit is simple
How I dip through these instrumentals
But tell me how you got the
Title when you in a rental?
I see the skit's you into
Keep thinkin' it's Jimmy Kimmel
I put this 'fif on ya mental
Welcome to 50 Central
It's a fact, I loose friends when I rap
Fuck a label
I'm independent I want everythin' back
Not to mention I'm crack and so
Much of a rap god
You Niggas is wack, I should
Mumble my last bar, zeus