Happy Birthday JR

[Intro]
Happy birthday JR. Can't sell me bullshit. I know ya prices

[Verse 1]
Passed on ‘em
‘Bout time I put a bag on him
Gotta walk around wit’ da pound, I got no daps for him
First, set the trap for him, he ain't a writer
It was written, you a thing of da past
These are the facts (artifacts) for him
First fools study my moves
Everything in da clip, I got nothing to lose
Masked up, run in his room, nothin' but goons
And watch us clean out cribs when we come wit’ the brooms
Only call ya bitch for da neck, dome snappin'
Hoe baggin', ass slap's and throat action
I bust then I smoke me a blunt, dozed, nappin'
The heat still under the pillow, it's no lackin'
Welcome to the franchise
Looking at the bad guy, drown him under water, let's see if he was baptized
Chrome, had to muzzle that
Throwaways, done with that
Barrel in his mouth, now let’s see if he can mumble rap
So don’t tame me, all y'all should thank me
Trade offs, 8 longs, from AR’s to 80's
Living with the demons
Need a seànce to save me
Step on the Court (Cort), it made JR look JV
First time i met you, I ain't sweat you
90 degrees outside you in a sweat suit
Bozo! We all laughin' we don’t respect you
Even tried to smoke in da cypher and I ain't let you
Dumb nigga!
What you can't spend a dub nigga?
OK let's talk ‘bout Lust? At the club nigga
Yeah we both hosted, you was fronting like you buzzin'
I got paid 15... you got paid 300
One lil hookah, one Henny bottle
10 roses later I was leaving wit' a model
Show me where the checks are, quick let the skets off
Now you drippin' in designer, you should've worn Kevlar
Now look I ain't mad at you
This da reason why Cam' always laughs at you
Don't knock me I'm doing what I have to do
You said I'm wack but I'm touching more bags than you
Facts
You niggas try to play me fam'
Nah ain't no way we friends, you an Angry Fan
Who don't wanna pay homage and that's cool
Cause you clicked on the page so you paid me than
STOOPID
It's time that I cut y'all short
Names JR, thought he had one up on court (Cort')
But I'm the Lebron of this shit
I was drawn wit the sticks, Angry Fan, no Cap, you was all on his dick
That's why all y'all are bitch
It's war between us
Before Alexa I seen niggas talk thru speakers
The nose wide, get it? It's got foreign features
On my Trump shit, I'm tryna build a wall between us
I was 16 grippin' the pump
Wasn't old enough to work, but I was drillin' for months
Had ‘em sick to they stomach, kept the sticks with the drums
Everybody chase a bag 'til they shitting in one
I gotta get it! It's Brooklyn, I'm plugged in everywhere
Amsterdam, Douglass, boy I was heavy there!!!
Every year we outside, it was deadly there
Diplomats? Only means you'll get parked anywhere
Keep it a buck this is on you
Niggas make shit up and think it's all cute
Tory heard ya diss but It was on mute
Throwing out strikes, I get It, that's why you called Zeus
And here's where the talkin' stops
You the only Diplomat who can't walk through blocks
Pull a drive by and get all you shot
Then GPS WAZE to avoid the cops