Powerfullness Intro

[Verse 1]
They telling J to keep it humble, play nice
But these lame suckers ain't playing the game right
Picture me disgruntled, I'm the A type
I made it out the jungle with a couple snake bites
Life, lessons learned, checks to earn
Bout to set this on fire and let it burn
Word, I get to the long clout
Sit down with my accountant and figure it all out
What living is all bout
I'm hot as Kuwait
If a nigga don't fuck with me, it gotta be hate
The hottest to date
Hotter than as hot as it takes
I am a great
How many of y'all could relate, huh?
Let it go for mines
Cause I'm so inclined
I ain't just put in work, I put in overtime
Niggas acting like R-uh ain't sick
What? I will run circles round any artist you get
Put they names in a bag on some lottery shit
I will swing through and tag any artist you pick, bitch
And that's not to offend you
But I think your rhyming is simple
Tell em stay away from my instrumentals
Niggas local -- fuck you little guys ever been through?
I will roast you, we don't need no Comedy Central, nigga
I been hot since I was sixteen
Thousand bars while you trying to spit a sixteen
Which means, I'm mean plus I'mma get green
Two ways to look at it, split-screen
Huh, tell em duck before I let it buck
You get the cut selling what? You don't sell enough
What, you niggas blind? I ain't never stuck
So inclined I'mma need someone to help me up
Yup, I hope your Kevlar heavy
I ain't trying to be the best, I'm the best already
Writer!

[Verse 2]
Don't compare my style
You said you got a rare flow -- how?
I wish Big L could hear you fucking weirdos now
You don't wear no crown
When you ever been a booth-ripper?
Bunch of new niggas; I never knew niggas
But what it do, nigga? Salute, nigga
Or you'll force me to use it, like the new Twitter
Who's iller, motherfucker? I'm better
You ain't sick, you just a little under the weather
I spit raw, used to pitch your mother whatever
Now she going through withdrawal -- what you want me to tell her?
I double my cheddar; you could get a bundle of never
Man, I grew up in a hustling era, heifer
This is easy; this beat, I do it greasy
I'm psyched -- how you gonna see me when you see me?
I'm E.T., 3D, chilling at the safe house
Waiting on a spaceship to get me to the cake route
I'mma let them things fly if you play with J clout
Eat you from the inside, we ain't getting takeout
So break out; I ain't the kind of rapper you test
No I ain't shedding skin, but I'm crack in the flesh
Writer!