[Verse 1 – Dave East]
Huh?
What a day
Fresh out the bookings, my mental thinking about millions
Watching for cameras, couples hammers we stashed in the building
Different, ain’t got no answers for me
Negative vibes in my circle feeling like cancer to me
Kidnap your daughter, we on her, go get that ransom for me
Connect from Indonesia, about his paper
I’ll date you later, ‘cuz him don’t need ya
Dope is amazing, it got him shaking, look like a seizure
B---h from Jamaica, they hating, f--k it, they in the bleachers
I’m starting five, eyes open, just look alive
Go thru my book of rhymes, you’ll see that I took my time
OG got that raw smell, Ivy League, no Cornell
Double cup with my sprite mix, transporting with a white chick
(?) with a Perc in me pilot told me I”m a flight risk
Cross the border, got work with me, early morning plus night shift
Got a hit man, just make the call, he write the list
Side b---h got my wifey p----d, been wanting an ice wrist since ‘96
[Bridge – J.R. Writer]
The real is back, how real is that?
Where them writtens you’d written at? They chicken scratch
I don’t listen to silly cats with simple tracks
Who told you that they was feeling that, that s--t is wack “huh?”
I really rap, I really rap, “turn me up” yeah, I really rap
“I’m talk my s--t” Don’t compare me to no one, my s--t is crack
[Verse 2 – J.R. Writer]
Look
In Harlem, I’m goody, (?)
You play me just a little B, I’m gon’ stomp you and boogie
I’m far from a rookie, don’t disrespect it and just expect it
Your girl gon’ throw the mouth piece until she get rejected
The kid’s selective and you reckless with the hoes you pick
She need to go get stitched, she doesn’t even know she hit
Expose you p----s and you hoes, want a lift? The answer is no
I cut it short, I’m from New York, (?), Amber Rose
It ain’t hard to see, I copped out on armory
D Wade, Cavaliers, opt out, don’t start with me
J.R. should be your idol, I ain’t your rival
And y’all ain’t f-----g with me, period, y’all need some Midol
Mind you, I’m in a room about as high as the Eiffel
And it’s got so many views, it’s about to go viral
I should advise you, I’m tucking the semi
Setting up shop just to f--k with the city, who tussling with me
None of them, I’ma be ripping the mic til I’m hundred and twenty
Yeah, understand I rock, all these bands I clock
Fresh out the big shaq and “Your mans not hot”
F--k the plans y’all got, I will son y’all any day
Come brawl or you in the way, young boy this the NBA
I really rap, I really rap, yeah, I really rap
Don’t compare me to no one, my s--t is crack