[Intro: J.R. Writer]
One, two
This ain't nothin’ new to me, man

[Verse 1: J.R. Writer]
The way I'm wildin' on you rookies real spooky
I put a thousand on you pussies, Lil Boosie
Still loopy, so y’all can never harm J
I'm just hopin' they don't smell the body in the hallway
They told me you been rottin' in there all day
So I told the hitters move your body like Beyoncé
The boss way, y'all do what the boss say
I do it for Broadway and y'all do it for Broadway
Ayy, I'm too great to be impressed
Who ya favorite? Say it with your chest, and yet
I show you he ain’t a threat, you playin’ with a vet
Boy, I'm somethin’ else like, "Take another guess"
You play with mе and you won't never play another sеt
Your label see that they gon' have to label me the best
I'm aimin’ it direct while you makin' indirects
And them bars so weak, we gotta wait 'til they connect, dawg
If I wrote it, every line loaded
That's why I feel for you like I'm blindfolded
Note it, you can not out-great me
Y'all clout-chasin', my clout chase me
Please, this ain't the tryouts, baby
Built a studio at home, this is my house, baby
Y'all got lazy, sound need improvement
I'm still burnin' everything down like I'm lootin'
Soundin' like I mastered every sound on this Neumann
But who you clowns really foolin'? I do this
Huh, I'm a spitter at heart, I can tell you ain't really that smart
[Chorus: J.R. Writer, J.R. Writer & Royce da 5'9"]
Motherfucker, this is not new
Nah, I been killin', who you kiddin'? You don't do the shit that I do
I been as sick since the beginnin', got me thinkin', "What's your IQ?"
Huh? You been livin' for a minute, I will end it if I got to
And trust me, this is not new, trust me, this is not new

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
Crossin' T's, dottin' I's til' these odds end
I'm from the slum village, y'all, home of Dilla, dawg
RIP the king, y'all can either stream or buy ten
Aston Martin pass your block fast as Mach 10
Classic top tens, beefin' brought Timbs
Pre the pandemic we done had the people locked in
Million Peter Pan n***as sittin' 'round five penny-wise men
We don't follow, we revise trends
Speed of light committin' 3D CGI sins
We enlightened, speed of lightnin' and we rise wins
Lords of London need to see it through TI's lens
Forty numbers hit your body, Remy Ma's friend
Sortin' shit out and the climate deserved it
Spoils and draws without all the tidy detergent
Send a coroner out to y'all the time of the murder
Yellow tape and boardin' the house without Tiger and Curtis
Spillin' my pride, concealin' my trauma
You hearin' my cries, you kissin' my Converse
I'm switchin' my side ho, kitchen, my condo
Like it's some kind of different ensemble
Sippin' this wine with Tiff and Laquanda, trips to Rwanda
This is just a reminder, strippin' your monuments to the ground
Like Christmas or Kwanzaa, this is when karma
Differs from conduct, my city switch to Wakanda
Triple the commerce, digits and commas
Citizens armed to kill the responders
Everybody get killed for less, less bodies to kill the head
Poverty pilgrimage, this is the Gilgamesh
Huh, Nickel to ill to bet
I'm nice, cuz