J.R. Writer - Where You At lyrics

[Verse 1] Ok Who shaper?, there isnt any harder{no} 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 a** {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 n***a 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 n***a faking jax I'll lay a stack, and turn his f**ing fitted {what? } to a paperhat {BLAH} Take a nap Later scrap You ain't know the bread was major? {huh} My accountant pa**ing 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 cla** like the kid caught detention [Hook]