This Is Not New

Lyrics

[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