J. Cole
Haha uh
Uh (is this what you want?) Yeah, uh
Yeah, yo
Bear with a nigga man
I got a little head cold, ya know?
Your callers won't call me (you still kill it, nigga)
Show y'all niggas how to do
Yeah, real quick
This the come up, D.J. on point, J. Cole
You know what they say
The window to the soul is in the eyes
So disrespect a nigga, I will close a nigga blind
Yeah who can hold us? Super focused
Shoot them hoes with the super soaker
I got 'em so wet, fuck that, more wet
I'm Hennessy drinking
Wonder what my enemies' thinking
Nervous? Nigga, please
I'm finna be caking with dough-
So much bread, it's like a nigga be baking
Why so cold? It's like this shit will need blankets
Money coming soon, tell my niggas be patient
We gon' replace them whips with some sicker ones
We gonna erase them chicks for some thicker ones
Hit and run, bigger funds
But still can't forget to pour liquor
As I reminisce on them niggas that couldn't come
Rest in peace, can't control another man's destiny
So I do what's best for me
I know you think niggas well, ain't no test to me
On my plate is a meal, ain't no recipe for that
Some nigga chill on the tech, go speak, blaaat
Some niggas will put your chest to feet
I'm talking reckless
What you expect nigga, I'm flexing?
Y'all dyslexic, got a nigga twisted
Never shot a nigga, I don't gotta get convicted
'Cause if I say the word, your whole squad is getting lifted
What up then? Niggas ain't saying nothing? Shut up then!
Wouldn't last a minute in the city I grew up in
Where I got my swag, cool as the breeze is
Chip on my shoulder, I walk like I'm Jesus
About that paper, we could give a fuck if you believe us
Looking for model divas that barely speak English
Fuck 'em while we rich, 'cause when we broke, they gonna leave us
We earn stripes, looking like zebras
Y'all looking like Adidas
We do it for the streets, 'cayse they need us
Got beef? Come meet us
Ok I thought so
Y'all niggas are so mad 'cause I floss so bad on bitches
And with this stroke, I'm Picasso
Niggas told me good afaso
Now she yelling out God so much, thought I had her singing gospel.
Shit, shout out to my apostle
You know me, nicest nigga in the south
Yea you can quote me!
Wooo (shit!)
Oh shit, mother fucker!
Oh shit,
And I'm sick bitch, holla at me!
Yeah I know!
Fuck boy! (Yeah)
Stop the track, Bill, my nigga who sing
165 flavor, Jamaica out
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