J.R. Writer - Take Notes lyrics

[Intro] Uhh see man (what) What you muh'f**ers fail to realize is (what's that?) I am that n***a (true) And ain't sh** you could do about that, ya underdig? Uhh, yeah [Verse 1] I'm a hooligan hater, but I move like a player Take a look up in my closet (look) every shoe'll be gator Have your baby mother drillin, out the coupe when I slay her You couldn't get the b**h to tip if you was a waiter You ain't marketable, why argue wit'chu I'm in the Maybach tryin to find parkin for two Who? The God of this breddren, the weapon You ain't seein numbers, your career is on *67 Your track list is crackless, I use it as a ash kit Like hold up, yeah, flick ya ashes on this whack sh** This ain't that piff, homie I will finish ya Black suits, black cars, ho I'm like the senator Or kinda similar, plus ask the DJ's I put out fire, like I'm holdin an extinguisher New sh** every week, new piff, very heat I'll show you how to do this, your music is very sweet [Hook] I mastered this, you're average, n***a you should take notes You ba*tards sick, I'm back with piff, but n***a you should take notes I'll show you how to stack your chips, most of y'all are straight broke I mastered this, what crack you spit, n***a you should take notes You ain't gotta jack my sh**, I'll show you how to bake coke Turn it to a half a brick, make the game chain smoke Find a town, stack ya chips, cause most of y'all are straight broke I mastered this, you're average, n***a you should take notes [Verse 2] The law watch him, I'm car droppin, you hard toppin These player haters can't stand to see J.R. poppin But the star's boxin, how I get 'em off me With left jabs, f*g, call me Bernard Hopkins The heat of the night, they heated I'm nice Sleeped in my Nikes, with not a damn crease in my whites While you s**er-for-lovers make a freak off ya wife And throw cuffs on her like you 'bout to read her her rights, right I'm hard as f**, you target ducks, you ain't spittin hard enough Listen here mami, tsunami couldn't wash me up Child's a pro, my style is whoa, verse is wow, hurt 'em how Homey I am versatile, you lookin at a talent show So, get used to the, hot bars movin ya Loosin ya I'm Lucifer, sittin on Jupiter Listen this is proof, prick you are a fluke I got this wrapped up, it's useless for you to get in the booth Holla [Hook]