Lyrics:
do nieba bram wysokie
Wyjebka w chore prawo do zobaczenia z lolkiem
Ej do zobaczenia z lolkiem
Do zobaczenia z lolkiem
Lubię czill lubię blanty i cole
Respected by my peers from Drizzy
To Cole to Kenny
Thank you for the love and inspiration plenty
Yeah, I'm loved by many
And only hated by a little
Now I
'em take control
This one thing you do
Don't let 'em taint your soul
If you believe in God
One things for sure
If you ain't aim too high
Then you
[Chorus]
[Keyshia Cole]
See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me)
I'm givin' homage (to you)
D-twelve Logic Joyner doc Dre Royce Tupac Jay-Z J. Cole Kendrick Nate dogg snoopy Fifty ice cubey LL busta twista
Andre Three thousand, they all fire
I
Hollywood Cole
Go
Ay Hollywood
Hollywood Cole
Go
You wanna know just where I'm at
Well let me tell you 'bout it
I put my city on the map
Jewelry really cold, got me really froze
Like J. Cole, I think my neighbors know I'm sellin' wholes
Me and the white girl just eloped (hah)
Same day,
I don't get paid like Ye
I don't think like J. Cole
I don't got fans like Drake
But still nigga watch me go
I don't got tats like Wayne
I ain't sell
target audience
Cause it's obvious
I've gone astray
Losing my way like Timberlake
Produced by Timberland on that goddamn FutureSex/LoveSounds
What's
ain't seen that
J. Cole said it best on Crooked Smile, don't let them see that
Frown, I'm on my down
You my big bright sun, and you always gonna bring me
stay in my stride
'Cause I'm playing like striker, scoring goals
Gyally been talking loads
But I don't do tings like Yorke and Cole
Look at these kicks,
just like them two door Fords
Damn, they don't make 'em like you no more
Cole World, real Cole World
Them boys cool, me I'm on fire
Know whats on my
on toes
I'm J. Cole the way I diss niggas
Factual facts factually fictionalizing what niggas say in they raps
I dissected every word that you had said in
in a basket
Left me without options when the eggs got to crackin
Asking God with my head tilted towards the heavens
Why was I abandoned by my brethren
from day
Yesterday I promised I would get it straight
I'm crooked like the smile that J.Cole has
I cannot forget so I must dwell amongst the past
How can
This be my post modern soul-parody
Depressed so I can speak with sincerity
My lips is pierced with vodka, true clarity
Kicked in the door like J
Handled
Look at what my hands do
Is there a single thing here that I can't do?
Don't answer that, it's rhetorical, hold the thought
Not going back,
of the world, Turcs and Caicos
Pushing thirty, watch the years go by like "where do they go?"
Lay low, universe does its thing when I say so
Still like
[Verse 1 - B.o.B]
Okay so I'm on the beat
What am I supposed to rhyme?
What am I supposed to do in this booth?
Am I to flow a line?
What am I
Scotty, I'm talkin' switch my mood by Puffy crib (wow)
Screamin', "Yes sir" (yes sir) matching stretched furs (fur)
My diamonds go, "Brr" (brr), yeah,
bout my money (Nah nah)
And I don’t play about my cash (Nah I don’t)
These niggas wanna act too funny (Yah they do)
I’ll send my killas on yo ass (Go get
what they telling you
They tryna teach the ways on things you shouldn't do
Cops left and right
Tryna kill us all in sight
I hold my hands up
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
couldn't really be
Myself when I started winning
I started feeling that I can be
Myself i can do my
Accents, I can do my voices
I can do my faces, i can do
_ "Every Little Thing")
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
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