JR Writer - 5 AM in Harlem lyrics

You're now tuning in to greatness Should be making theme music for the Matrix Instead I'm on this beat losing it, the basics You know how we do it, I'm from St. Nich Hey, b**h, I'm still the same dip But I'm straight pissed, these n***as ain't sh** I hate Riff, I tell her lay and quit Take me off your playlist, I ain't the on to play with Nah, I'm from the era of the bars Even the mellow know it ain't get no better than JR I'm peddling the hard pebbles in a jog Need a pack come and check itinh the God, facts How could you think we are like? I'm as potent as a smoke you go to get from The Heights That's loud raw, what you flipping is light Call it foul, boy, you ain't pitching it right Right, I'm from the home of Richard Porter, Alimo I was born to get the order, pa** and go Daddy-o, catch me in El Barrio Peas with no patio, D's in the patty though These n***as have to know, I'm a Diplomat That mean I'm good anywhere I go to get it at Don't be thinking rap, you can Twitter that Only bird you ever touched was a Twitter app And that's been a fact, where you huste, huh? You ain't built like that, who your muscle, huh? You get k**ed like that, wanna tussle, huh? You gone feel my gats, here's a couple, huh That's why I show none of y'all respect Feeling like the first time they brung me up to flex Hungry for a check so I'm dunking on your neck Hopping out the spur when my dunking's on your neck How you want it, holmes? I know exactly how you got my f**ing number, holmes It's in your mother phone, leave me the f** alone I ain't wanna bone But it's okay, see, she gave the thunder dome Don't talk to me, pay first Early with the crack, it's all in a day's work Pearly kind of gat, you talking, that thing squirt Like the herb you go to snatch, you're all gonna taste dirt [?] when I write Have your b**h logging on the orbits, four flights Start talking to me nice or don't talk to me, I'm nice What you thought I lost it over night? Motherf**er Can't run, I'm going for ten mill Ask about the kid, I can broke you your next deal I'm dead real, R is a veteran They should make me the president, the R is development I show you how it feels to be great Walk in and get a quarter mill for a tape Let's separate the real from the fake Only the real can relate I'mma tell you how it feel to your face It's thunder or nothing, double or fronting Besides that ain't nothing else up for discussion sh** is broom brazy to J Two words: can't wait, new tape on the way Writer