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!