JR Writer - Full Clip lyrics

[Verse 1] Jumpsuit at Pataki's fresh home, but focus Hopeless, finding out ways to where that coke is Told him smoke this, gave him that like hold this Me and LeBron meet you at the mall for this road trip In and out every bank hit, every route, make sure Correct them out can't lie, check the account For my dogs they need burners I gave them out Broke some laws but beat the murders, I paid it out Helped them out if you tough, why yelling shot When they k**ed Ricky you turned in the tray, like let him out Gut the lock, set the film box, I set him out Miss sugar hill posted in a Jag but mellowed out When n***as yo muscle they take advantage of it Beefing with them they think you ain't gonna make the sandwich of em Everything ain't a movie, make sure the camera's covered Lift the Uzi before I be another Kaniko [Hook x2] If we ain't got it, we get it You got it, let's get it Who got him to get it ‘Cause they got him they get it Every shot that we sending We hot or we winning This ain't no bullsh**, n***a This a full clip [Verse 2] We ain't got it, we get it, you ain't got it, we get it If we got it this caddy, get in, lil momma, we livin' Handing out exquisite whips while you hopping them relics Savage, hook this with the dent you've been popped for a minute Dig it? You ain't never lived by the law of the streets Lieutenant, what you ever did to record you a beat The lyrics? The definition of talking is cheap I live it, that's why you b**h keep my songs on repeat Capish I'm in your party, give me ten feet Before I pull off with your bobby in a Benz G Your b**bie know I'm hotter than the Benz seats You couldn't move me with a Martin Luther King speech Sheesh, I got a fever with the lyrics, you can see it ‘cause it's vivid They believe it when I spit it, n***a You n***as don't see it, I'm a menace I used to hold the block, I can't see it in a minute [Hook x2] [Verse 3] You ain't ‘bout it to live it You a coward, forget it Talking powder, I'm with it Hand me a pot in the kitchen Haters probably b**hing Yeah, they probably pitching Drag it down, n***a, go find a brick Lying down for ringing, the iron loud I gotta bang I'm like Johnny Yang from Chinatown I ‘bout to bang like I gotta drink to quiet down I'm at the same, different kind of mink, that's lighter brown I'm known to test shoot, 38 hold the special Live like a Soprano, no listen like Tony nephew But fold up 12 joints, there's four left, more or less I'm posting the ave and go text Thinking the L, fly n***a for real Sick of being your average why n***a was ill Quicker with the ratchet, never mind the steel I'm going for your watch so I got time to k** [Hook x2]