J.R. Writer - What Set You Claim lyrics
[J.R. Writer - What Set You Claim lyrics]
I've been doing this consistant
I ain't neva changed
Every studio I visit it was set in flames
(FIRE)
If you respect the game, get your money
F the fame
Twist up your your fingers nigga let
Em know what set you claim, hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem
Where they mack and revolve em
If he ask for a problem
Walk up in the building
Clack up and rob em, harlem nigga
The men in black couldn't guard em
(hey) I'm in the rover grining
Wit a couple older women
And all the windows down just so
You can know I'm winning
(yea thats me) but if the doja trippin'
Trust there won't be no avenges (why)
I'll put you all in trunks
Like you niggas going swimming (blaat)
Get you off quick
For the slow dough I'm spinnin (what's dat?)
You'll see a row of henchmen (when?)
Soon as I throw a lincoln
Not to overmention nigga you was cheap
Why if you cripple me
I'd still be on my feet lyrically I'm heat
Turn these creeps into dirt garbage (basura)
I got that hunger that you
Had when you first started hood to the burbs
(suburbs) hardest truly a G (who?)
JR writer that nigga you salute when you see
Cause
I'm a diplomat OC, yous a midget scrap stop
For this fifth or mack pop
Sit you in a black box
Got my fitted cap twisted back
In the lac drop there's some chick I mack
In the back givin that top
I'm a smooth motherfucker
With killa rap props
The kid is trash not, I am skipping past hot
You ain't spittin crack rock
New airs with the see-through fronts
Chump (why?) so you can see me diplomat socks ha
You ain't heard of who? I
Skip by in convertibles
At summer jam I was performing
For 50, 000 thousand, where were you?
Fuck what they said, you forever a biter
And ain't got enough swag to
Be better then Writer, cause
I ain't neva changed
Every studio I visit it was set in flames
(FIRE)
If you respect the game, get your money
F the fame
Twist up your your fingers nigga let
Em know what set you claim, hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem
Where they mack and revolve em
If he ask for a problem
Walk up in the building
Clack up and rob em, harlem nigga
The men in black couldn't guard em
(hey) I'm in the rover grining
Wit a couple older women
And all the windows down just so
You can know I'm winning
(yea thats me) but if the doja trippin'
Trust there won't be no avenges (why)
I'll put you all in trunks
Like you niggas going swimming (blaat)
Get you off quick
For the slow dough I'm spinnin (what's dat?)
You'll see a row of henchmen (when?)
Soon as I throw a lincoln
Not to overmention nigga you was cheap
Why if you cripple me
I'd still be on my feet lyrically I'm heat
Turn these creeps into dirt garbage (basura)
I got that hunger that you
Had when you first started hood to the burbs
(suburbs) hardest truly a G (who?)
JR writer that nigga you salute when you see
Cause
I'm a diplomat OC, yous a midget scrap stop
For this fifth or mack pop
Sit you in a black box
Got my fitted cap twisted back
In the lac drop there's some chick I mack
In the back givin that top
I'm a smooth motherfucker
With killa rap props
The kid is trash not, I am skipping past hot
You ain't spittin crack rock
New airs with the see-through fronts
Chump (why?) so you can see me diplomat socks ha
You ain't heard of who? I
Skip by in convertibles
At summer jam I was performing
For 50, 000 thousand, where were you?
Fuck what they said, you forever a biter
And ain't got enough swag to
Be better then Writer, cause