[Hook]:
Who we signed to?
How they find you?
Are you gon' fall off? Let me just remind you
These aren't the things you need to know
These aren't the things you need to know
What's he wearin'?
What's he drivin'?
What they drinkin'?
If that what you thinkin' then
These aren't the things you need to know
These aren't the things you need to know

[Verse One]:
They say I need to get my pockets fat and they right
That's why I'm sittin' writin' rhymes on a Saturday night
Fuck with my dawgs, but please don't be mad if they bite
Wanna battle? We might, plug in your battery tight
Keep braggin' about your salary height
After you get a phone to call up and tell me
Smell me?
Werfmormusic@gmail, e-mail me
For now I'm runnin' thangs like, feet don't fail me
Misfit, flip shit, twisted
Aimin' for my head but they missed it
Pour a glass, sip sip
Back on the topic of a topicless rhyme
The product that I prepare and properly prime
The minister that's sinister, too awkward to shine
The architecture's perfect in a flawless design
Slow it down so they know you mean everything
Dressed to kill, fresh till death wedding ring
My beat game's something that I never bring
This is what I became cause my eyes see pain
Waitin' on the main event, that's how I pregame
Won't stop till the game's renamed in my honor
Yeah

[Hook]:
Who we signed to?
How they find you?
Are you gon' fall off? Let me just remind you
These aren't the things you need to know
These aren't the things you need to know
What's he wearin'?
What's he drivin'?
What they drinkin'?
If that what you thinkin' then
These aren't the things you need to know
These aren't the things you need to know

[Verse Two]:
By now I know I got you open
Leanin' forward into the palm of my hand for the next notion
You smokin', but what you smokin' is less potent
We classy mane, you ashy, get lotion
Damn Julius, what do we need to know then?
Do you and never try to fix what's not broken
Playin' with my money like playin' with my emotions
Playin' with my family and you floatin' in the ocean
I'm a villain on the run with a bag of gwap
Dollar sign on the bag runnin' past the cops
Hamburgerler, a Meal would make me Happy
A $100 cash, seven pieces of nugget and make it snappy
I'm tryin' to make this cash fool
You gotta eat fast dude, so you resorting to fast food
Some people hear that and they wanna go eat
And some people biggin' me up cause they know the street
I'm usually not the type of dude to go compete
Cause I know when niggas hear real songs they'll know it's heat
And that's one thing you need to know
So stop askin' me questions, I need to go

[Hook]:
Who we signed to?
How they find you?
Are you gon' fall off? Let me just remind you
These aren't the things you need to know
These aren't the things you need to know
What's he wearin'?
What's he drivin'?
What they drinkin'?
If that what you thinkin' then
These aren't the things you need to know
These aren't the things you need to know

[Verse Three]:
Stand next to me, that's a recipe for equity
Back row heckle me, never let them get to me
Block 'em out, see that right there is ecstasy
These are the things you need to know, the bare necessities
Deep in debt but soon the game will be in debt to me
Salty that nobody hollered or cared to get with me
My releases are something to wait for
I still put 'em out for free though I need to make more
I'm in Rhode Island, blazin' on Lakeshore
Blunt cruisin', two trucks deep like a skateboard
That's a good look, I make that fly
And you ballin' up your fists like, "I hate that guy."
Hey, that's what I deal with on the day to day
New artists don't have the money to pay from play
Buzzin' off the word of mouth
It's Julius the mother f'in Myth, illest nigga you heard about
Paparazzi got me poppin' on lapel oh well
Somebody stop me or I overload the floppy
Roger that, copy
Dancin' like the Jabbawockeez
Edamame and saki, 5'10" stocky
Paparazzi got me poppin' on lapel oh well
Somebody stop me or I overload the floppy
Roger that, copy
Dancin' like the Jabbawockeez
Edamame and saki, 5'10" stocky

It's the Werf. It's the Werf. Julius Myth