Lyrics:
talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin' off, they walkin' off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead
in Mount Clemens as a D.J.
Park parties gettin drunk on Sunday
Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat I'd rock 2 the -and rip shit up
An now I've toured
up, I'm feeling good
Feeling real amazin'
Am I understood?
'Cause if not, I'll probably shake then
Yeah I know there's some that would
I ain't tryna
ain't feelin' ya'll lames, like novacaine
Ain't no way you can (stop the train) or the conductor
Of the track, muthafucka, that's E3, my love for
some money then he moved to Utah
But still ain't stop from the top the mountain
He still for knockin' shit out, bitch
Still with the clique, you know
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
tell me can you handle it
When I get home it’s going down, tell me can you handle it
Verse 1.
I wanna fold clothes for you, on some j cole shit
Fuck
myself I am the don (don)
Then bought me a Dawn, that shit wasn't cheap (woo)
Nah, nah, ain't givin' no ones (nah)
I got a lil' stick and a arm with
What is it? That's a Bay thing, take it from Dolla
I'ma tell you what's real, ain't no time to play
We here to stay, the whole damn Yey, let me sweep
[Verse - Violent J]
There ain't nobody, asking me, where I've been
There ain't nobody, that would name me, as a friend
There ain't nobody, that's
lord is
All my life ain't been a stranger to pain
Met some people made stronger and
I'm changing today
The shit I'm saying is the real me ain't talking
, Logic, and K.dot
Feelings of filling my shoes as a poet
And artist
I’m surrounded by enemies that wanna take my spot
Telling me I ain’t shit,
I swear
just settle for less, 'cause that shit kills
I'm J Hov mixed with J Cole, bitch I got them skills
Goin' with the flow, everyone be hatin'
Searching for
'on't want it, you ain't really ready
You must think I'm lyin'
I got some niggas in this bitch that
Got some niggas in this bitch
Mean muggin' like we
balling (ayy, ayy)
J Cole the way I hit that pussy in the morning (ayy, ayy)
Saints Row the way they shoot and drive, they ain't stalling
My bro like
[Busta Rhymes]
Why'know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said,
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto."
But
and bring up J. Cole
I have some locks when I'm 50 but I'm not Hov
I'm getting better as I age word to J Lo
Got a chip up on my shoulder from the queso
Yeah
back until you run out of time
But at least yo' talkin' let's me know some millions stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit that
Tell em grabbin'
flabbergasted
That's when my gas and my check engine light
Clicked on at the same exact
Time I signal right
And that ain't right, I got shit to do today
Cause any
shit on TV (On TV)
This dog hoe should be on TV (I knew I saw this ho on TV)
Shit
Boys in the Hood, I was Cube in that drive-by
Smoking PCP, I saw
Chorus:
(4x) Jack Frost nipping at your nose
(sample of Nat King Cole)
I'm sporting trippled down rain gear.
Dumping on flying rain deer
And that
just we be wildin'
You lyin' about yo shit nigga I
Ain't neva' been on no island
Never road in no Bentley
Yes I did last night
Cause that was my first
if that shit don't stink
I'm on the web, she wanna link
You stabbed me in the back like Zelda and Link
I'm getting paid by the end of the week
If
it's lookin' like I run things
Runnin' shit, diarrhea
And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear
G5 through the sky boy we outta here
Sippin P&J fresh
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