(feat. Fred Money)

Okay (DipSet)

Writer... JR Writer that is
But you ^!$$%z already know that man
History in the making

There's a lot of things you ^!$$%z don't know about me, man
Let me put you on though, man


Well, I was making sales
At the age of twelve
Pack margarine, black laundry, case of shells

Never Dave Chappelle
Half baking, half faking, I was cash-chasing
Let me put you on

Before a hooker's song I wrote
Or would perform
I was pushing strong, you ^!$$%z cooked it wrong

Ain't have 'em hooked for long
I hit the hood wit' form
Before Killa ever said "Let me put you on"

Flipping, listen baby I was never dumb
Sitting in the lobby like I'm waiting for some mail to come
Come see me, believe me I got it

Girl I'm with some chicken-head but my B is exotic
Cause I'm seen in the projects with the top low
Glocked though, that'll leave more holes in your body than a Quatro

That's a Maserati pappo, stop slow
You don't really know me that well, let me put you on


I'm known in a couple places but I'm new to the rest (so what?)
This is for those couple places that ain't schooled to this vet
Listen closer, I'm the greatest get in tuned with the best

JR Writer, the dude in the flesh, let me put you on

How I used to, go to school in class stuntin'

Back bubblin' like come and get a pack buzzin'
Ask cousin, brick up in the class oven
Had every other student up in cooking class buggin'

Box cutter, keep thinkin' I ain't stash nothing
While you was cuttin' class ^!$$%, I was class cuttin'
In the schoolyard like let me catch a cat frontin'

I'm a slap something, let me put you on
I hit so much teachers with the lean
The principle, had to call a meeting with the dean

But that's just cause they wanted a piece of what I seen
Similar to gymnastics how I keep it on the beam
Had everybody in they classes getting high

Since elementary it's been a fact that I am fly
I tell the customers put the cash up in the sky
And treat 'em like a bad comedian

Slap 'em with a pie
Ha, all day in the lobby with piff
Still, sitting around like I gotta be rich

So me and ?? gotta pull some robbery%#@!
And drag frontin' ^!$$%z outta they whips
Let me put you on


I'm known in a couple places but I'm new to the rest
This is for those couple places that ain't schooled to me yet

You need practice, plus you average, get in tuned with this threat
Fred Money, excuse me I'm next, let me put you on


I'm up next, yes the name is Fred Money (I'm up)
I'm waiting my spot now watch how I shot dummies
Blame Writer cause the swagger brushed off something

The closet a jungle, gators and some wet monkeys
Look ya haters love me, (*##$es get no paper from me
Pull up my sleeve at midnight and it turning sunny

Before Writer was spitting, it was robbin' or sellin'
With him from a ski maskers to a Diplomat skully
I ain't frontin', I'm tellin' straight facts

Decided to quit school cause I had to wear slacks
Nothing to do with clippers when I push them wigs back
Was handed the same %#@!: either rap or push packs

Thought about it, I ain't hustlin' for scraps
Driving to the top, that's only bringin' me flats
Got a pen, wrote a rhyme, J says its crack
A few mixtapes later, he like "Fred, let me put you on"


I'm known in a couple places but I'm new to the rest (so what?)
This is for those couple places that ain't schooled to the vet
Listen closer, I'm the greatest get in tuned with the best
JR Writer, the dude in the flesh, let me put you on