J.R. Writer - Serious B.I. lyrics
[J.R. Writer - Serious B.I. lyrics]
Me where I've been at
What I've been up to, know what I told him?
Well umm, I'm still track
Merkin, crack servin, swervin, black Bourban
Get your ammo this Rambo the rap version
You cats hurtin, back burnin, that's certain
I'm ether
Fuckin up more features than bad surgeons
Back to the streets, crack is the street
The producer should be payin me
To rap on this beat my swagger's elite
Who slicker than J? Shit e'ryday
I walk around lookin like a window display
Kick to my shades, kick to Ni'che, please
If you ever cop D's I'mma
Have to give 'em away
Nigga I'm paid but shit is real
Fuck how a nigga feel
You would swear it was Black
Friday how I'm gettin deals
You get the chills when I throw you a rap
And fiends argue all day he's
Too dope to be crack
So, it's a fact, my stuff the greatest
You better save it
I kill a track and send my
Condolences to whoever made it
Forever hated
These haters wish that I never made it
However make it but this
Here was all premeditated
Uh, huh family I'm sicker
Damn it I'm slicker
If I wanted to see the future
I'd go stand in a mirror
The man in the mirror
Tell me that I'm crack with the verses
Lil' chalk around the body I'm
Just scratchin the surface
Bashin on purpose, all these rappers are weak
So like Pat Riley nigga welcome
Back to the Heat writer'!