No Clue

Writing early morning that's the prime thing that I do Building words and melodies for me and you Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do (Said) Writing early morning that's the first thing that I do Building words and melodies for me and you Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do Online beef with all these artsy motherfuckers World upside down like I'm running over truckers Bleeding from my nose, I'm so high but I don't smoke, G Everybody knows, how my flow goes Sike, it's unpredictable, original Analogical and digital Like somebody from the '80s You bit my style, now the cadence got rabies I'm B.I.G. mad Like furious notorious That shit sound like a spell to make J-Dot glorious Warriors in every beat, but I kill 'em I defeat, the producers They see I bought a lease, they asking for truces, ah Like swiss military J-Dot, greatest alive in the urban dictionary Here to put the rap game in the cemetery Picture the scenery, where I'm up on the stage Thirteen thousand people, from every zone and every age Writing early morning that's the prime thing that I do Building words and melodies for me and you Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do (Said) Writing early morning that's the first thing that I do Building words and melodies for me and you Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do Lady got a sharp smile, that's why she got a scarface Get up out my airspace, dime is flyer than an ace Looking like I am Shelby and the shorty is my grace Hol' up let me place, my rhymes on top the bass I'mma tell you wav to face That I don't trust anybody with the jobs that I need I'm on my own dick, the only way I succeed But lately I been procrastinating, player hating the fact that I ain't doing shit But when I heard this beat, yeah the vibe got me lit Now I'm smoking mc's, and I know they finna quit But I keep it low key, I got no shoulder with a chip Shout out the dog QuESt, now it's time to get it I commit to making a killing So you have music when you're chilling 10 gallons of flow I ain't spilling 'til my album And I wonder what the outcome will be J-Dot signing out, yeah I'm out, D-O-T