J.R. Writer - Where You At lyrics

Ok who shaper?, there isnt any harderno
You feeling me a R uh
Ain't no getting any further
Than what? than this
Banana clips, it's a military armour
That'll take your wig off like
A military barber BLAH
When I clap clap clap that ass BLAH
Put the mac on him fast clap clap
Make em' forget about turn you a
"blast from the past" ha
That's just half of the math
I'll pop your casket and laugh
Put money in the bag
Now that's a "bag full of cash" chi ching
Check this swagger I flash
It'll make the party riot riot
Soon as I step in the spot
You see I'm harlems flyest writer!
I'll get you off, you try it
While I'm at the furthest highest how?
I don't lift a joint
You swear I'm getting off a writers
A make your broad excited
How a nigga cuase a crisis yo
Your tuning to the future there's no
Need to call a psychic nope
I apes on the track, you playing with scraps
Listen pidgeon what I cater is crack
Take a pack and relax

Face the facts I'm a ape on the track
With major stacks, paper stacked
Ain't no greater with raps
That hate the cat but face the scrap
The boys' playing with crack
'cuase I'm a striaght diplomat
Ain't no greater than that
Now where you at eastside
Where you at westside where you at southside
Where you northside
Where you at? I wanna see who repping in here
It don't matter where you from put
Your set in the air

I'm where the paper at the paper stack
Major scratch the dough look
Thicker than the notebook
That's what I call a paperback
Face the facts I'm a don
So any nigga faking jax i'll lay a stack
And turn his fucking fitted what?
To a paperhat BLAH take a nap
Later scrap
You ain't know the bread was major? huh
My accountant passing bills like
A legislature thank you
That's why I step in gators
Pissing of these effin haters
They yelling step it up
My flow is on a escalator
Co-come contest a player
Yours is on a respirator helpless
There ain't a set that's greater
Doggie we some regulators was good?
Who beat who?, see us boo you see us
I ain't the only 'g' my pockets
Is g'd up too chi ching
My clips can clean up crew
I'll send that clean up through
Than send some shots and clean the
Block on that 3+2 what's that?
That's a five, sitting high on them big
Dogs I'm sinking who?
All day in the class like
The kid caught detention