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beee with youuuuuu

[J.Cole]
Yeah
Hey
Ay though I love you hate that bitch that's always with you
aShame I gotta put up with her shit just to get you
She

One day
We’ll realize this was all a bad dream
I Can’t wait
A butterfly can’t flutter by I'm burning off its wings
I wonder why I stutter by can’t

know Chicago we go hard on the D and
This beat by Rashid got me tweaking
And I don’t wanna stop but I am gonna stop
Yo
R-A-W, I bring the trouble

two and a half years
You making stories up to say you from the place we from
The same way that J. Cole explained the slums
You ain't on that dangerous

Bailar
Suave Suave
To give her gasolina make them dollars go Katrina
On my Tone Loc I need a Funky Cold Medina
External blacker than J Cole
Internal Hector

Mushrooms girl, let the wind unfurl,
Sails, go where the wind blows,
Go where the fiends roll
Dream big, J Cole,
Never heard a wack story, talk smack I say

So damn tough
So - damn - tough
Everywhere we go downtown or to a show
We have two necessities
Charlie Mack and our limo
He's feared by suckers

Wasted

Twiztid

A New Nightmare

for this

Poppin' pills and eatin' shrooms
Give me molly and 'Bou Lou
J'ger Bombs and bong rips
Vicodins and that syrup shit
Come with us and then

Living in the shadow of Creamfields the dream's real
J U N I O R cold like J Cole but this ain't Dreamville
Reubsky, Jimmy and Pez that's the team still

shit from Louis Vuitton
I always wanna be a black rapper, a black rapper
Call me by the black beat beat beat
I wanna be like Jay-Z
Like Kanye like J Cole

and Larry like Cain and Abel I got horse in the fucking stable
They like poet you a fucking a hole i'm mix bone pac and fuckin j cole
Ballin' I'm breaking

to get by
Pour another whiskey while i’m listenin' to Left Eye
J.Cole in the left hand, Carl Marx on the text line
You can find me with a textbook

shit like I'm Drake
And I can't be fazed by you lame hoes
I go hard for my ville like I'm J. Cole
I do this often on the weekend like I'm Abel
I be

the melody looking heavenly
Buy a pound, break it down
Run the block, hold it down
Mob tights, hold tight
Cole, make your family proud
Life getting rough

My People

James Ingram

The Art of Love & War

2007

don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,

They say imitations the sincerest form of flattery, that's flattering
But the way y'all follow me, I'm flabbergasted by your fallacy
Fuckin fake

And I run the city on El Chapo shit, I'm vicious
Kick this kid to the curb, he trippin
Stealing flows, boy we know, you ain't J. Cole
Who the fuck you

as a warnin
Cause apparently the first one wasn't even heard of
I'm on a J. Cole flow with Mac Miller as a beat still
Still darker than any other white rapper

have bought a house on the street
J Cole preached on 1985 that wasn’t for the weak
Minded it was purely for the people that think
About what goes into

got(gat) jams but I never had a tech 

Remember niggas love to forget
Even j Cole said who that? Phoreign sounding like a vet 
Hate saying shit that Ima

fuck you over leave you all open like flag poles
But not me ill give you what you ask for 
Flowers cards dick 
We can work it out like J. Cole
But you

All the pain you hold makes you worth your weight in gold
Shout out brother J.Cole, another one who knows
How long is a piece of string infinity

it's a hard guy code, a couple niggas told
Had me thinking I was dreaming just like J. Cole

My heart in pieces and somehow I had to make code
We got

in trouble ay
Me and my clique, getting
Money, money, money, money
I said, me and my clique, getting
Money, money, money, money
I been out here getting