Lyrics:

[Verse]
I'm in the city
Rolling down the street in a glass house
Nine in my lap and busting rhymes to the more bounce
Yeah I got Daytons but I ain't fronting, I'm like Cool Whip
Knots in my pocket kept together by a gold clip
Turn up your music, Brother J is on your dial tone
Waiting for jackers to try to jack for the all chrome
Money hungry youngsta, waiting to give thanks ta
All because I banged in that [?] while I [?]
Creating some shit to make the hoes say 'aww yeah'
That's a wicked woman watch she's jocking my Guess gear
Rhyme nigga with the fate at holding my own
Cause Brother J is dropping flavor like an ice cream cone
Get back, let the lyrics examine just like the doctor
No PhD, I put it on me that I can rock ya
Don't flip but when I make a grip
Think about my past, see you know I paid my dues
So pass the motherfucking O.E
True statement like an Evergreen
To the 304, I'm taking hoes like they're protein
Got my back [?], my niggas making mail
Cause the homies down with J ain't no motherfucking fairy tale
Open your eyes and realize what's really going on
The M.I.E. Posse still got it going strong
With so many bitches that I be fading like a DJ
Pass the baton cause they're running like a relay
And niggas who step are getting read like a fortune cookie
Hope you're dressed in black cause the J ain't no fucking rookie
Rub off the beat, ayo my mic is like my nine m
Walk in the party, turn up my nose and I can find trim
Get my boogies on cause I feel it on the dance floor
Eyes kind of low cause I'm buzzed off that endo
Still got stamina, Brother J is just cooling
Two diamonds, a fade, Guess jeans and tennis shoes
And the yiggity yack and I'm black can't ride the bozack
Treat ya like a duck in the pond because it's like that
Yo, the 3 to the O the 4 is in ya area
So pick up the motherfucking mic cause I'ma daring ya
But couldn't go the length cause you can't compete with me
Listen to a nigga hyped up through your frequency
Give 'em my All but I'm stronger than detergent
Keeping my distance because to suckers I'm allergic
I'm living my life the seven days of the week
So therefore I explore wicked rhymes [?]
You know? So I flow because I like the fucking tempo
Bringing my melody, check it out here goes the info
With double E.T. got my back on this dope track
Down with the nigga now his pockets just stay fat
We think about the days we couldn't see money through a microscope
Now we got some many dead presidents just the chronic choke
Smoke and hope and causing trouble with my vice roys
Can't get mad at J cause to me I'm just a Paperboy
Flowing like water, overheating like a radiator
Eating those suckers just like a hungry ass alligator
Put your mic down and feel the comfort of the tissue paper
Wiping your tears cause fucking with J, you're gonna catch the vapors
Setting the trend while funky lepers just reappear
If I start rapping you'll be humming this for a year
Yo, doing it like this cause that's the style of the nigga J
Just like my people, don't show those suckes I ain't for play
Kicking the shit that have you jumping like hot grease
And watching all the girlies shaking they ass to my masterpiece
Giving a grin to a friend cause I got a jimmy
After my show I need a blow but you won't ever hear me
Now that I'm phat you like my track with no regard
I'm dissing all the hoes that made me go the nine yards
Yo

[Outro]
And it's like that. A nine days y'all. And we don't stop