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Jr Writer

Uh, riot pump, riot pump Uh, riot pump Uh, let's get this shit crackin' man Yo [Verse 1:] This that gun in the spine (spine) This that one of a kind

(feat. Fred Money) Okay (DipSet) Writer... JR Writer that is But you niggaz already know that man History in the making There's a lot of things you

[Intro:] Uhh see man (what) What you muh'fuckers fail to realize is (what's that?) I am that nigga (true) And ain't shit you could do about that, ya

[JR Writer:] [coughing] Writers Block, bitch Uhh, okay~! Live from the kitchen, I'm back scrappin, fryin and wheelin High as a pigeon, I am consistant

[J.R. Talks] Uhh, Chea. I done climbed from up under the rock (uhh huh) Did my hundred miles and runnin Got through rain, sleet, snow, hail (Chea) [

turn these creeps into dirt garbage(basura) I got that hunger that you had when you first started, hood to the burbs(suburbs)hardest truly a G(who?) JR writer

I'm waving bye-bye You don't drive by, all you is drive by They call Byrd Gang you heard fam' We fly high [J.R. Writer:] Okay, Writer My my I'm sky high

Listen Im The Rocky Of Rockies Who Could Stop Me Im Cocky Ya Flow Sloppy Ima Mix Up Some Pock And Kadokphy Copy A Notsy Ocky A Ocky Pop Me A Shotty

(feat. Cam'ron) [Jr Writer:] Writaaa! Let's have a pep talk, never my check short I hop in da lex sport and pop up on west port Know my next tought?