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In My Zone
J.R. Writer
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Uh, uh-oh
Okay, Writer (Who?)
J.R. Writer, that is (Okay)
I'm back (Woo, woo)
Dipset (Uh-huh)
Maestro, let's do it (Blaow)
Okay
I'm the future and the present, Dipset, we gettin' fetti (Cha-ching)
That's why everywhere I roll, your
Bitch yellin' that I'm sexy (He sexy)
'Cause ever since I threw princesses in the Benzes (What?)
I'm gettin' spotted like I'm bench
Pressin' somethin' heavy (There he go)
Check me, I am past a battle (Battle)
, That's why I pass on baddies (Please)
I got stacks to tackle, plus I ain't the average rascal (Nope)
I will clap a jackal (Blaow), put him past the gravel (And what?)
And leave his icy white tee (What's that?) Snapple apple (Blaow)
That's burgundy red (Red), you heard what I said
My cats'll murder for bread, I'd rather
Serve 'em instead (And do what?)
Visit all his home, midgets and the chrome (Chrome)
Headshots that'll lift the fitted off his dome (Woah)
You little niggas clones (Clones), I kill 'em on my own (How?)
Get to a hundred fifty, that's a million alone (Stupid)
You diggin' for a loan (Loan), I'm livin' like Capone
Not a rinky-dinky stone on my itty-bitty bones (Bling)
Homes (Homes), you must've been sippin' on Patrรณn (Huh?)
Knowin' that the only thing you flippin' is your phone (Word)
Keep frontin' in the mornings (And what?
), My stick-up kids are known to
Wrestle off gators quicker than Indiana Jones (Gimme that)
Shouts to Jones, we got this shit ribboned up and sewn (Sewn)
Big M-16 that'll switch a nigga's tone (Blaow)
No bickerin' condoned, once I grip it, you get blown
Couldn't stop you from stinkin' if they hit you with cologne (Blaow)
You little niggas are clones, I grip them fifths and come on
You ain't as sick as this, holmes, so let me get in my zone
Go chase a bitch that I boned, you couldn't fit in this throne
The kid is sittin' alone, just let me get in my zone
You little niggas are clones (Uh-huh)
I grip them fifths and come on (Uh-huh)
You ain't as sick as this, holmes (Uh-huh), so
Let me get in my zone (It's Ruger, man, nigga)
Go chase a bitch that I boned (Okay)
You couldn't fit in this throne (Yes, sir)
The kid is sittin' alone (I got him, where you at?
), Just let me get in my zone (D.O.B., nigga)
Yeah, Ruger get in his zone (Uh-huh), a few sips of Patrรณn (Let's go)
Have me clickin' that chrome (Bang)
, Plus I'm sittin' on chrome (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm flippin' my phone (Stuntin') '
Cause this bitch wanna bone (Where she at?)
And if she don't wanna bone (Word?)
, Then she talkin' to Tone (Sucker)
That's the dial tone, I'm like Dow Jones
That's up, down, down, up, hoes gettin' round up (Up)
Yeah, he's a known rat, these niggas
Should've known that (He snitchin')
That's why he went to Attica and got his face blown back
When it come to sneakers, yeah, Ruger buy
The whole rack (Give me the whole rack)
Yeah, you wanna hold somethin'? Bitch
Nigga, hold that (Hold that, nigga)
Plus I let the 'caine sit on the fire (Heat it up)
No, I don't buy from them, I'm his supplier
Who the hell these niggas will work?)
Huh, and I watch him supply everybody else (Else)
Ruger tucked in this five-hundred-dollar belt (You see it)
Claim sets and pimp hoes without the caddy and perms (Perms)
May that fire burn, but these niggas don't learn
I'm in my zone, nigga, what you thought? (Yeah)
Ruger, let's go, Writer (Where we at, Writer?)
Hell Rell, nigga (Yeah)
You little niggas are clones, I grip them fifths and come on
You ain't as sick as this, holmes, so let me get in my zone
Go chase a bitch that I boned, you couldn't fit in this throne
The kid is sittin' alone, just let me get in my zone
You little niggas are clones, I grip them fifths and come on
You ain't as sick as this, holmes, so let me get in my zone
Go chase a bitch that I boned, you couldn't fit in this throne
The kid is sittin' alone, just let me get in my zone
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