Diplomats Present JR Writer Follow

History in the Making
Why Try
(S.A.S)
You know S.A.S, Streets All Salute, J.R. Writer, Dutchbeats Yea? we're the beegees,
I been patient fam,
Stuck in this crazy land,
With men who will lick you head off you shoulders so they can make a grand,
No snitchin, nah Iam about to make a stand,
my trumpet gets to spittin you thinkin this is for make da band
No safety, blow like its AC,
Call me birdseye, you heard why I make P's,
Iam about the wealth,
so I need a range rover thats named after a book thats about myself
And its ova dojo
When I flip and put the razors to you face I aint talkin about a motorola
Big skins, no you wont clap back or else I'll have your whole strip runnin like there tryin to catch a bus
Oh your sellin drugs? you can get your melon slugged
Then get swept off your feet like you fell in love
I can fight but the guns prefered
We them dipset thunderbirds now watch me rain on them

(Chorus)
Why try your gonna die aight
Pull up in the truck with the pistol cocked
When I pop, I'm wavin bye bye
You dont drive by, all you do is drive by
They call us birdgang, you heard fam
We fly high
(x2)

(J.R. Writer)
Okay, writer,
my my I'm skyhigh,
The fly guy,
Pull up to your bitches gate with a whip from space,
I'm talking Sci-fi,
Why try to out-do me,
I doubt truely,
Listen J is an ace,
so stay in your place,
I aint never been a slouch scooby (nope),
Listen your not a sharp,
Iam gettin that guap to start (chi-ching),
You aint seen bigger M's since the Mcdonalds arcs (no way),
These gangstas park their hearts in front of your bitch,
and turn and look at her like who you comin with miss?,
your my son get the drift? (get the drift?),
so right now I be dissin myself (how?) if I call you a son of a bitch (oh),
give it up for the dips (why?),
cause its seems so simple (but what?),
yet Iam so sick like a neyo single,
I will blast em (blaow), leave em in a casket box
sleepin with the saddest ock,
for leapin like an astronaut,
I keep the tec sucka (so what),
So I dont care if you pops marry my mother,
I dare you to step brother

(Chorus x2)

History in the Making
Why Try