This Is Not New

[Intro: J.R. Writer]

One, two

This ain't nothin’ new to me, man

[Verse 1: J.R. Writer]

The way I'm wildin' on you rookies real spooky

I put a thousand on you pussies, Lil Boosie

Still loopy, so y’all can never harm J

I'm just hopin' they don't smell the body in the hallway

They told me you been rottin' in there all day

So I told the hitters move your body like Beyoncé

The boss way, y'all do what the boss say

I do it for Broadway and y'all do it for Broadway

Ayy, I'm too great to be impressed

Who ya favorite? Say it with your chest, and yet

I show you he ain’t a threat, you playin’ with a vet

Boy, I'm somethin’ else like, "Take another guess"

You play with mе and you won't never play another sеt

Your label see that they gon' have to label me the best

I'm aimin’ it direct while you makin' indirects

And them bars so weak, we gotta wait 'til they connect, dawg

If I wrote it, every line loaded

That's why I feel for you like I'm blindfolded

Note it, you can not out-great me

Y'all clout-chasin', my clout chase me

Please, this ain't the tryouts, baby

Built a studio at home, this is my house, baby

Y'all got lazy, sound need improvement

I'm still burnin' everything down like I'm lootin'

Soundin' like I mastered every sound on this Neumann

But who you clowns really foolin'? I do this

Huh, I'm a spitter at heart, I can tell you ain't really that smart

[Chorus: J.R. Writer, J.R. Writer & Royce da 5'9"]

Motherfucker, this is not new

Nah, I been killin', who you kiddin'? You don't do the shit that I do

I been as sick since the beginnin', got me thinkin', "What's your IQ?"

Huh? You been livin' for a minute, I will end it if I got to

And trust me, this is not new, trust me, this is not new

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]

Crossin' T's, dottin' I's til' these odds end

I'm from the slum village, y'all, home of Dilla, dawg

RIP the king, y'all can either stream or buy ten

Aston Martin pass your block fast as Mach 10

Classic top tens, beefin' brought Timbs

Pre the pandemic we done had the people locked in

Million Peter Pan niggas sittin' 'round five penny-wise men

We don't follow, we revise trends

Speed of light committin' 3D CGI sins

We enlightened, speed of lightnin' and we rise wins

Lords of London need to see it through TI's lens

Forty numbers hit your body, Remy Ma's friend

Sortin' shit out and the climate deserved it

Spoils and draws without all the tidy detergent

Send a coroner out to y'all the time of the murder

Yellow tape and boardin' the house without Tiger and Curtis

Spillin' my pride, concealin' my trauma

You hearin' my cries, you kissin' my Converse

I'm switchin' my side ho, kitchen, my condo

Like it's some kind of different ensemble

Sippin' this wine with Tiff and Laquanda, trips to Rwanda

This is just a reminder, strippin' your monuments to the ground

Like Christmas or Kwanzaa, this is when karma

Differs from conduct, my city switch to Wakanda

Triple the commerce, digits and commas

Citizens armed to kill the responders

Everybody get killed for less, less bodies to kill the head

Poverty pilgrimage, this is the Gilgamesh

Huh, Nickel to ill to bet

I'm nice, cuz