JR Writer - Control Yourself Lyrics

JR Writer – Control Yourself Lyrics

Get in tune with a spitter excuse me I’m sicker
what you diving in ain’t a pool full of liquor
You rap like you used to share a room with your sister
trap life we looking at two different pictures
you animal food, I be damned if I lose
to the cat that lost to the Charles Hamilton Dude
how could you clam you nice, you let ‘em take your mic
a little of your rap couldn’t even say it right
must be getting high, thinking you as sick as I
What tracks you killing you wouldn’t kill a vibe
you when and why? take a stroll through Writers Block
you should Gemini’s you don’t see I’m twice as hot
you sound weird when you jump on a verse
nigga I’m out here when it comes to the first
bundles of work, that crack
yall gonna make me duck tape Mr Duckworth at the dump what he’s worth
get a pushed wig, you don’t know what good is
like you first album title, yous a good kid
time to show this amateur a lesson
his whole schemes is full of bad cannabis impressions
I’m big L’s offspring i off kings Tim dunk when hes balling in his false ring
Act silly get lapped till the track dizzy twist raps that will smoke you I call them the black hippies, Debt it this justice it’s poetic
I’m dumping the pump till they yell cut nigga no credits
you know you haters fronting how could he be calming something
When all he do is switch his flow and don’t be saying nothing
I sketch draw time to let the lead poor
watch them niggas hauled when it get messy at the mess hall
dead raw yall gonna have to beg more
you rapping I’m metaphor punching niggas heads off
What you could tell the don? I gotta check a pawn
just put a check up on his head that nigga dead and gone
How you could tell me wrong?
Dominicans don’t wish that you was born there, they wish that you where never born
whats his twitter send his body to this nigga on Control you named everybody but the spittas
like I ain’t right here in my nike airs white pair, I’m the Harlem nigga in your nightmares
you really ain’t hot I got this thang locked, bunch a hard bars I don’t need a name drop
banks stop every time i aim shots i just had to schoolboy he dont know how J rock

I got you lol…

[Lyrics to Control Yourself by JR Writer]

Thanks to user Ghabbit for the contribution!

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