I Really Rap J.R. Writer (Ft. Dave East)

[Intro: Dave East]
Huh?
What a day

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Fresh out the bookings, my mental thinkin’ about millions
Watchin’ for cameras, couples hammers we stashed in the building
Different, ain’t got no answers for me
Negative vibes in my circle feeling like cancer to me
Kidnap your daughter, we on her, go get that ransom for me
Connect from Indonesia, about his paper
I’ll date you later, ‘cause him don't need ya
Dope is amazing, it got him shakin’, look like a seizure
Bitch from Jamaica, they hatin’, fuck it, they in the bleachers
I’m startin' five, eyes open, just look alive
Go through my book of rhymes, you’ll see that I took my time
O.G. got that raw smell, Ivy League, no Cornell
Double cup with my sprite mix, transportin’ with a white chick
See the burrow with a perc' in me, pilot told me I'm a flight risk
Cross the border, got work with me, early morning plus night shift
Got a hit man, just make the call, he write the list
Side bitch got my wifey pissed, wanted an icey wrist since ‘96
But

[Bridge: J.R. Writer]
The real is back, how real is that?
Where them writtens you’ve written at? They chicken scratch
I don’t listen to silly cats with simple tracks
Who told you that they was feeling that, that shit is wack (huh?)