Artist: J.R. Writer 
Album:  Writers Block Vol 2
Song:   Intro
Typed by: LeShea
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Tell my fans it's ya man. Thanks for giving me support.
I done ran with a gram and was killing 'em for shorts.
Now I skid up in the Porsche, (errrr)
And dog there'll be shooting with beach balls if my damn rims is on the court.
See the sickening resorts, got 'em all upset.
The bigger picture, get it nigger I'm that soared off yes!
You niggers haven't soared off yet, so I don't think you gon' ever air
it out 'til you call up Flex.
I figured, that the dog's up next so Ima go harder. 
You know R, I move like a Globetrotter. (true)
Battle don't bother me Pa, the star.
Holla if you need bars, bitch I'm like your phone charger.
Indeed it gets silly. 
I breeze throught the city, with fifties, some Dickies.
Who' with me? a ski on the mickey, dig me?
Any beef, trust me dog you'll be ducking more wolves than the three little piggies, silly!
I confuse the crews, sit on moving shoes.
Dudes a due and dude, all you do is lose. (loser)
I'm a nuisance fool.
Shit, ask your wifey. I'm too icy for me to ever lose my cool.
Cool, you got some cash, be stupid and flash and get approached by bigger arms Ludacris had.
Act, like i don't keep the tool in the stash, and you'll be really
sitting on some shoes when I put my foot in your ass! HOLLA.