JR Writer - Powerfullness Intro lyrics

[Verse 1] They telling J to keep it humble, play nice But these lame s**ers ain't playing the game right Picture me disgruntled, I'm the A type I made it out the jungle with a couple snake bites Life, lessons learned, checks to earn Bout to set this on fire and let it burn Word, I get to the long clout Sit down with my accountant and figure it all out What living is all bout I'm hot as Kuwait If a n***a don't f** with me, it gotta be hate The hottest to date Hotter than as hot as it takes I am a great How many of y'all could relate, huh? Let it go for mines Cause I'm so inclined I ain't just put in work, I put in overtime n***as acting like R-uh ain't sick What? I will run circles round any artist you get Put they names in a bag on some lottery sh** I will swing through and tag any artist you pick, b**h And that's not to offend you But I think your rhyming is simple Tell em stay away from my instrumentals n***as local -- f** you little guys ever been through? I will roast you, we don't need no Comedy Central, n***a I been hot since I was sixteen Thousand bars while you trying to spit a sixteen Which means, I'm mean plus I'mma get green Two ways to look at it, split-screen Huh, tell em duck before I let it buck You get the cut selling what? You don't sell enough What, you n***as blind? I ain't never stuck So inclined I'mma need someone to help me up Yup, I hope your Kevlar heavy I ain't trying to be the best, I'm the best already Writer! [Verse 2] Don't compare my style You said you got a rare flow -- how? I wish Big L could hear you f**ing weirdos now You don't wear no crown When you ever been a booth-ripper? Bunch of new n***as; I never knew n***as But what it do, n***a? Salute, n***a Or you'll force me to use it, like the new Twitter Who's iller, motherf**er? I'm better You ain't sick, you just a little under the weather I spit raw, used to pitch your mother whatever Now she going through withdrawal -- what you want me to tell her? I double my cheddar; you could get a bundle of never Man, I grew up in a hustling era, heifer This is easy; this beat, I do it greasy I'm psyched -- how you gonna see me when you see me? I'm E.T., 3D, chilling at the safe house Waiting on a spaceship to get me to the cake route I'mma let them things fly if you play with J clout Eat you from the inside, we ain't getting takeout So break out; I ain't the kind of rapper you test No I ain't shedding skin, but I'm crack in the flesh Writer!