REAL RAP

(Intro) Yo, it's J $OUL (you know it) Let's take em back, yo [Hook x2] Kick back, sit back It's my shot, know I won't miss that They stealing flows, Ima need my shit back It's real rap (aye), it's real rap (aye) [Verse 1: J $OUL] I'm a product of the 90s, crackin' like I'm the 80s At the top where you find me, I see you, I know you hating Heating up like cajun, I'm fuckin' off, masturbation The real is back, I'm sorry to keep you waiting This my reign, this the proof of condensation If money ain't on the table, I'm ending the conversation Niggas been stealing flows, I'm seeking the compensation Witty my woes, we probably could con the nation But, that ain't on the agenda, you niggas must've forgotten I'm diagnosing dementia, your brains is fucking rotten We kicking like master splinter, never be taking Ls My circle is filled with winners, niggas just gon' be niggas They supper they chicken dinner, my story is far from finished Got no time for the gimmicks, my pen is the penicillin My lyrics could make a healin', better yet make a killin' Niggas paraplegics, I promise they still gon' feel him [Hook x2] [Verse 2: J $OUL] Boom boom in a batty bwoy head I got no respect, leave that chi chi man fa dead No man cyan curse, who God done blessed But I done cursed, and God I'm blessed Came into this earth, and he leaving on a stretch It's a first 48, I got killers in the next Studio apartment, my mind complex Your circle filled with squares, and my vision convex Nigga read between the lines, you don't get the context? And we taking over, this my conquest I had niggas on my side tryna hit my hoe ex Do it on the slide tryna get your dick wet I could put you down, have my dick all in your breath Said I got no respect, leave that chi chi man fa dead Shower him with lead, leave that bullet in his head You ain't bout your bread, so I'm robbing you instead [Hook x2] (Outro) Real rap. (Hahaha) J $OUL IT'S A RAP!