J.R. Writer - Youngin lyrics
[J.R. Writer - Youngin lyrics]
Uhhh writerharlem
Fuck with methunder uhh
Since I was a youngin I
Would get it in abundance
Order in the lobby till they
Hit me with the Simons
Wrip it for the gunnin and
I'm stick up sower heartin
I ain't tryin to hear nothing
They gonna give a nigga something
Right around the time everybody had an office
I ain't had an office
So I call the court case
Motherfuck the court day
Looking to the ball face
You gonn see real, damn punch your cornflakes
Talk kay, ya'll lay
Getting to the G's, I was slingin' so much D
That they kick us out to P's
Real shit nigga I'm a different kind of breed
Still sick, listen it's a
Lyrical disease, please
Hey I used to keep em high to
The point they see the sky
That's before they sentenced me
Seat me at the DFY light work
Had my green, know I let them heaters rise
I don't wanna have to turn
The crime scene to CSI writer
Uhh it's too easy for a nigga like me man
Niggas couldn't walk in my shoes
A day in their life
Talk my shit cause these niggas
Ain't talkin' bout nothin' anyway harlem
Light up
I remember beautifully
Cutting wasn't new to me
Had it to a hookie party
Ducky from the true sea
True-fully I ain't give a damn
Damn of all the me
I'm going hand in hand like
They grantin me immunity true indeed
Musically I brutally abuse the beat
You can see and due to G
I'm who you never used to be never
Get in touch with crack
And tell your mother that I used to kill
Niggas way before they ever was a smack
Ask jay mills T Racks Charlie clips
Wanna hit as hard as this
You gonn need a larger fist
I'm a harlem goat, plus I'm far from broke
All your lines washed up you should just
Call em bars of soap haha
All they know I'm dope with mine
I'll make your hoe rewind
And put so much damn work in
You think they're paying over time
It's over climb they no sick it's the spit up
Better do your history or
You'll be history nigga writer
Fuck with methunder uhh
Since I was a youngin I
Would get it in abundance
Order in the lobby till they
Hit me with the Simons
Wrip it for the gunnin and
I'm stick up sower heartin
I ain't tryin to hear nothing
They gonna give a nigga something
Right around the time everybody had an office
I ain't had an office
So I call the court case
Motherfuck the court day
Looking to the ball face
You gonn see real, damn punch your cornflakes
Talk kay, ya'll lay
Getting to the G's, I was slingin' so much D
That they kick us out to P's
Real shit nigga I'm a different kind of breed
Still sick, listen it's a
Lyrical disease, please
Hey I used to keep em high to
The point they see the sky
That's before they sentenced me
Seat me at the DFY light work
Had my green, know I let them heaters rise
I don't wanna have to turn
The crime scene to CSI writer
Uhh it's too easy for a nigga like me man
Niggas couldn't walk in my shoes
A day in their life
Talk my shit cause these niggas
Ain't talkin' bout nothin' anyway harlem
Light up
I remember beautifully
Cutting wasn't new to me
Had it to a hookie party
Ducky from the true sea
True-fully I ain't give a damn
Damn of all the me
I'm going hand in hand like
They grantin me immunity true indeed
Musically I brutally abuse the beat
You can see and due to G
I'm who you never used to be never
Get in touch with crack
And tell your mother that I used to kill
Niggas way before they ever was a smack
Ask jay mills T Racks Charlie clips
Wanna hit as hard as this
You gonn need a larger fist
I'm a harlem goat, plus I'm far from broke
All your lines washed up you should just
Call em bars of soap haha
All they know I'm dope with mine
I'll make your hoe rewind
And put so much damn work in
You think they're paying over time
It's over climb they no sick it's the spit up
Better do your history or
You'll be history nigga writer