J.R. Writer - I Really Rap lyrics

[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