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cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through

you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come

chilly, I was rappin' in bars in Atlanta
Pulled up in a Uber, J Cole he took the Phantom
Goin' Ghost on a buster, my Goyard is mustard
The Cartier crow,

could make you do that
Like the old J Cole have you asking Who dat
Who dat
Who dat
This that nigga you've been waiting for
Niggas is saying they got flows

less lonely

Killers by J Cole had me thinking of you
I can hear ya voice now when I spit in the booth
You told me "Vo go get it, keep spitting

it the bag is not slow
Your man is not a bro
Anytime I fuck up, my niggas, they never told
Yeah we never made honor role, but got 14 grams
In a J call

every night
Fire squad, that’s word to J. Cole 
Maybe I’ll open for him one day I suppose 
And not just Monday, but some day, like B.o.B., who knows
If

never comes back
When under pressure can you handle all that
So the same amount of ice that's
In my rings in my drink
I be filling up my boat
Still I pray

Ya j silent
I am 
He j poppin
Be a lion be bold
They can't pop it
Aye

I am no lord 
No baron 
Nor victor
I'm not a worker of iniquity
I didn't come

But I'm still here silly

I'm rocking by myself
Never needed a hand to hold
Chillin with the music on, blasting J Cole

That kenny now switching

I'm about to go crazy on 'em
Shout out to that nigga J. Cole, man
One of the only motherfuckers I fuck with

They counted me out, as if God don't

and he showing up on the floor 
Staying Ill 
Cole on that J like its Dreamville 
The vibes is on the top with the music I'm tryna sell
Cocoa might be young

C.J. from the Grove 
Get to stepping like Martin cause with that Tommy I'm Cole 
You b***h a** n***a Shanaenae 
I'm A1 with that A.K.
Told streetz watch

down bag it up we bumpin da migos
Talkin bout add it up
Or do I go to studio and kraft me a single
That bump like j Cole or drizzy
I want these bitches

the cream
No j cole but I got
A dollar and a dream
Bout my pesoswon
Yen, and ice cream
Past ain't purty
Hope the future be clean
Tryna level up
Like prince

January 28th

J. Cole

2014 Forest Hills Drive

2014

dribble or he fiddle with mics
Look out the window cause tonight the city lit up with lights, cameras and action
May no man alive come through and damage

beat was yelling use me
J.Cole please don't sue me
Cause I was just like you
A little boy who got into
This Hip Hop shit, he did
Fell in love and dreamed

Sipping out the bottle, going full throttle 
Ima ball hard like there is no tomorrow 
Throw a couple dollars, make em wanna holla
Rolling up loud big

to me
J.I.D. the closest thing to him
If Cole say it, everybody rooting
If Jodie say it, everybody "boo" em
Who want war
Who want more
Who want sores

been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little

That's why a lot of mothafuckas don't like me 
I be smiling in their face come fight me!

Bitch what you thought? 
You thought I was gonna fall? 
I came up

Closing up my whole neck
J Cole to a hoe
Cause you know I can't save her
Balls in her court about to make her
Dribble em' for more
Three points on the board

vivid paint words like Picasso
Til I collapse I'm running these laps to
Show my resolve don't dissolve like a capsule
Shout out to logic I studied j Cole

of the pie

If you don't aim too high (then what?)
Then you aim too low (shoutout J Cole)
And up till now
I been sticking to the code
But it's a long way