Lyrics:
Diamond cross on like the Pope, Pope, Pope, Pope
Jewelry really cold, got me really froze (it's Gucci)
Like J. Cole, I think my neighbors know I'm sellin'
whoever hate it
My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn
Then I redecorated, that mean my tables turned
Life live, might as well, only way to learn
Guess I really went and messed it up again
Now, my baby's goner than the Tulsa wind
Judgin' by the stone-sober state I'm in
Need to crack one wide open
entertainers is playing
It by the rules
Sucking government dick for safety
To stay cool i'm absolutely disgusted by all
Of you motherfuckers
Tie your throat
In the concrete jungle of Queens trying to be Kings
Getting to the money of sins by any means
As I, watch it all pan out, try not to stand out
Fish out
the wheels of your life have slowly fallen off
Little by little you have to give it all in all your life
And all the time I just ask myself why you're really
tied up like a tight score
And that's why (what?) I'm back with Cole Bennett
And I been at the level J. Cole been at
It's Aftermath that I ride for
Carolina, I heard of named J. Cole (Cole)
And they say they delayed his flight, so they gotta Photoshop him in
I hope this shit look right (I hope it right)
that I never really drive sober
Cole World but I'm hot as shit, do that mean that I'm bipolar?
Young, black and gifted, I rap like it's Christmas Eve
I'd do anything in my power
To see you just smile
I want you to prosper and come proper
Even if that means I ain't by your side
I'd do anything
the wheels of your life have slowly fallen off
Little by little you have to give it all in all your life
And all the time I just ask myself why you're really
me to Drake
Could have been J Cole if I met J-Hov
(Who dat? ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip
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
Networking, meanwhile my stomach turning
Wanted to be a part of it
Cater it to my audience j cole runnin' late
If he don't show up
Think I can take his place
, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Gucci Mane slayed it (it's Gucci)
Cole walkin' out with M's, the promoter paid it (wow)
The promoter paid it
Cole fuckin' World
Griselda shit, you know what I mean (Griselda)
Know what it is, nigga
When I show up
I'm on ten nigga, not nine
On the night I
then
(Cole World)
Straight up, now tell me do you really wanna love me forever
Oh, oh, oh
Or is it just a hit and run
(Well, hey)
Straight
dishonor
They killin' niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over
end
Like, "is it the real thing
Or is it just a one night stand?"
Well then
Straight up, now tell me
Do you really want to love me forever? (Oh
more than a random fling
Cole and J.I.D with a tandem, niggas can't stand 'em
Got a new anthem, look at my whip
Slit on my wrist, suicide, suicide
at the crib-o
Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shouts to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really
my type (my type)
I think we took some sleeping pills on that flight (that flight)
The seven years, it really, really flown by (swoosh)
I know
I'm Mrs. Nat King Cole
And what a joy it's been
To be asked by Brian McKnight
To remember some of the christmas' with my husband
We were married
Infared, yeah you know what I mean
Infared, yeah you know what I mean
The game's fucked up
Niggas beats is bangin', nigga, ya hooks did it
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