Lyrics:
I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried
MC of the year, one down the roster
Open up the envelope, give us the Oscar
Yo, we'll keep it pumpin tough
We'll give you somethin rough
So stop your
rapping this good
I'm 29 though
People always tell me keep going
I might retire though
Keep comparing me to J. Cole
I'm not surprised though
Never fold
never throw me off, I'm too bossy, nigga
And you know it stay up, I'm like coffee, nigga (yeah)
Niggas started playin' games, that's when they lost me,
The way their life is a tragedy
Life is filtered by evil
That's why I ain't got no faith
Men live of their own ego
Then throw it away
If god is really out
killas you feel it
I'll spin ya jaw so you can't pick ya chin up
You know nobody be fuckin with Rittah
My shit is hot I bring it to a simmer
I ain't J Cole
the problem?
Imma wrap my money up it look like Oprah Winfrey
Imma sell one of my mansions, everything new but the kitchen
Ain't no cypher, nor no wrestler,
don’t fold don’t fold
If I folded on you
Chances are you folded on me first
Then you gon’ try to run it back
Throw it in reverse
Gon’ ‘head, kill
up with my nina
i could make it sing yeah
baby i'm the queen here
one inna a million
please don't tell me different
i could make you dance yeah
make
lost my red umbrella on the bus last Tuesday night
The storm clouds up ahead, they are really quite a sight
I walk to my apartment, throw my wet coat
at honeys, "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"
Baby what's the deal, have you ever heard of some shit so real?
(Cudi what up?)
It's goin' down,
remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag
I got a Nine nigga get me mad
And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin'
I'm cats
the booth
Hit the J
M.I.A
Hit the block
Hit the booth
Then I go
M.I.A
Your bitch said she want me, she fake
I'm just tryna get it everyday
Money over
with mold, yuck this is how he died
give it up, give it up, throw it all away
boiling acid bath
polminary wrath
feel the pulling surge it won't let
now
Don't walk away
I'll call you five times a day
Don't give up
Am not over it
Don't do it don't throw
In hell all the nights
In hell all the nights
Everywhere that the flower has come
Light up the sky with your prayers of gladness
And rejoice for the darkness is gone
Throw off your fears, let your heart
her spirits she bumping Wale and Cole
Jhene and Sean in rotation she couldn't afford vacations
The music her get away while her mind did some
the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough
Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried
It is late october 24, the rusty amber month lies behind my back, crushing ink the paper, greeted by the past
Passing by the wind, moving the city
Pops said don’t lose yo gift my son
Don’t you live life by that gun
Made some songs that people sung and now my bag different
Walk up that slope, no
a flick
Up with a bad bitch, I wanna crawl back
And I be blowing the flame in the big truck
Give it to the mob that I picked up
Blowing a bud before I
hit me
Just to pick up the closest thing and knock the living shit out of he
So if you run up, you get done up, I'ma end it
Throw the gun up out
makin' it clap
I was born by the river, I was sellin' that ass
And I like to suck my thumb when I'm throwin' it back
Left, right, throw that ass bitch
FaceTiming my ex with her fine ass.
I got goals but my management with time bad.
cs I get older I miss my dad it's getting tough.
I wanna sign to J.Cole so
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