J.R.C. - Olympian

I'm so shy but I reside up in NJ
Cooking soul, back to the basics feel like old Ye
Know that's a line that's probably been overdone
But for good reason, my rhymes should be in TDE this season, yeah
I'm on week long retreat, go back next weekend, yeah
Call that shit freedom, hoes tweaking when we coming near 'em
How can a beat lacking 808s still breathe in this way?
I'm in a meeting and I got nothing to say
So what is there to say?
Bitch I'm out, yeah
There's not enough time in the day to
Run around wild, put your head on straight
I'd put a million on this feeing, yeah we going up places
If that ain't a fact I'll go broke and I'll still find a way
Fuck a Maybach, I'm cooped in the stu
Chopping loops, never copping the boo
Shoutout to Lu and Mellow
Burning fires turn the whole garage to a booth
You can smell the fumes outside, something tropical
I'm in Olympian mode, jumping obstacles
I been rewriting the codes, our profit more than probable
I'm probably one of the best you'll never hear until I
Direct a scene, I'm Tarantini more like Genie
But instead of granting wishes I'm handing out slaps, it's business
If you watched the Oscars lately then you know just how I'm feeling, yeah
I might not spell it out for you but the real ones listen
I'm not just spattering 'bout ice or how my diamonds glisten
Y'all more than competent enough to rap on something different
I only drop it if it's tough, I'm on a money mission
They'll build a monument of me because of all this heat
Ain't into policies but all the cops around me give me third degree
Take from that what you will, my only job's to fill the beat
I'm talking straight to the Roc, if you calling you better be signing me
I'd kill to make a killing but won't turn into a zombie
Yeah just look over your heads, it's a hit, Jason Giambi
Resonate with all with the funk
Now our money tall, it ain't luck
Resonate with all with the funk
Now our money tall, it ain't luck
Now they like dawg "what the fuck"
"You still going, you ain't had enough?"
Used to write one verse and then hit cut
But this shit right here need a second one
I'm riding it no peloton
You vibing in your skeletons
I'm flyer than a pelican
I'm high not just off medicine
You high I might just jettison
But nah that ain't my etiquette
I'll do the show no hesitance
And blow your whole mind away
Ask me what's the grind today
Wake up in the morning and I hit the stu right away
Hoe it's my turn don't give a fuck about the right of way, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'll live to fight another day

Written by:
J.R.C., Jacob Colon

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