JR Writer - Losing It lyrics

n***as tried to stick with me but they been getting crossed You better check my history like you was insecure Spitting f**ery but claim that you’ve been getting off How could you f**k with me ya tape been getting menopause I should D-Mac but I’m plotting, where you be at? I’ll Park you anywhere like I’m riding in a Fee-at Or Fiat n***a relax, you ’bout to make me relapse Karrueche with the body pic, man nobody wanna see that All my tracks is a cla**ic, I don’t clash with these rappers All that trash you performing, you don’t match up with Cashis I’ll Have you staggering backwards and then its ashes to ashes Hope you have the ray zapper if I ever catch you in traffic n***a fact is that I’m fresher and you’sa pa**ive-agressor Picking who you want friction with more like static selector Me, I spaz on whoever Whats a pimp to Neutrogena I’m dead cold with it, Kenneka Jenkinsin the freezer B***h I’m clinically crazy y’all can lyrically fade me Cacey Anthony Can’t you see how I’m k**ing them baby This is bigger than KD who can get with me lately I tried to picture that s**t, then the picture get grainy Maybe you n***as just lazy or your lyrics fugazi If you claim that I’m biting you must be living with rabies How you think that you made me Man you frauds need to get in tune My studio is me and Duke Da God in the living room Mean, I was eighteen Mobbing with the A-Team.(losing it) Lines you could never fade, I ain’t using Beijing Ain’t nobody feeling you, y’all ain’t what the game fiend I had most of the city blue when I was in the state greens I’m god chosen, bars golden Y’all folding I studied under Lamar Omen heart frozen Big L is where the heaven got his flow from They say I be loosing it, Yeezy ain’t the only one Beyond raw, want war get an encore DNA all over the place Kendrick Lamar tour Yeah this is hardcore who say they playing hard ball I cook up so much hard I’m ’bout to send some s**t to Rob Ford Please believe, I’m k**ing them with ease Ya girl don’t whine for nothing ‘cuz I give her what she need Huh, n***a please that b***h don’t get to breathe She be on her knees so much they ’bout to kick her out the league S**t is simple I dip through these instrumentals But tell me how you got the title when you in a rental I see the skits you into, keep thinking its Jimmy Kimmel I put this ‘fif on ya mental welcome to 50 Central It’s a fact I loose friends when I rap F**k a label I’m independent I want everything back Not to mention I’m crack and so much of a rap god you n***as is wack I should mumble my last bar, Zeusss.(losing it)