Lyrics:
friend swervin’ in the cut
Boy im fresh just like vapor rub,
Fuck a lil dub I need That pack in
Smokin’ by the zip this that medicine
Pull up with
Everybody wanna get
All fucked up
Ladies shake it up
Mackin'-Ro shakedown
I shake the ground
When I roll through your town
I shake my glass of cognac
gon' stop, pull up, J
Stop, stop, pull up, J
I'ma shoot it right in they face
We gon' stop, pull up, J
Yeahhh
Before you reign, you will see trouble
I don't mind the weather
I don't mind the rain falling
It doesn't matter if it's sunny
Or there's clouds up above
I'll take a chance and I'll
wealth up I don't chit chat cause I'm real
Let's break it down by skill
Let's break it down by who just be keeping it real
Let's break it down by who got
Dominicans
Eatin' good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigan's
That's life, to top it all off, beef with White
Pullin' bleach out, tryna throw it in my
clue, aye
Got this chick on my side with my dick down her spine
Making moves checking time
Pull up nice in my ride
Cali vibes cabby ride. I'm J. Cole I'm
like kidd lee and J cole cordae and baby jesus
I'm a masterpiece like mona lisa
Come on these niggas like teaser
Fuck it i hit her
Caught up that bitch
then
One tough move throw your hands up
Say I don't make no rules
No one even knows I'm here
Now it's on you to man up
You say no weight'll hang
hand on that pussy
Got my left hand on that booty
And I got my right hand on that pussy
Up in that six hundred
You ain't even seen it
Touchin' on it
Monsta's gon' tear it up
Feel me
Nawf side shit nigga, you know what I mean
Y'all thought this shit was over or somethin', you know what I mean,
home with her head on my shoulder
Can't wait 'till next time
We back up the pickup, right up to the lake
Throw a blanket on the tailgate
Listen
Glizzock
Big Glock, yeah (yeah)
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
I was raised by my grandma, young nigga was bad as hell
Know my mama wanna rap 'cause
the occasion is risen to by champions, you know what I'm sayin'?
Let it speak for itself and handle me accordingly.
When you see me nigga, it ain't no secret,
Come on, everybody throw your hands up in the air
Come on lets
And you know, we keep the party jumpin'
So lets keep them 40s comin'
Come
that I would cope with
Been backstabbed by niggas I used to smoke with
As far as rap I'm not the one to toe-to-toe with or go at it blow for blow with
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
I'm hoping someday it will pay
Chasing pavements till I stay
Immortalized like Hemingway
Put up your antes this shit is ridiculous
Always feels like
thing
Sticky icky, wrap 'em up and ship 'em out
$2, 000 sweatsuit's when I'm steppin' out
Say I'm talkin' money, but I'm livin' life
Like it's my last
takin' shots like a free throw
Don't you know I live by the street code?
Fuck with me, my niggas pull up with that heat though
Hot girl, I'ma make 'em
a vision
Eminem done paved a path, 'Pac saw me in a dream
J. Cole can really hoop, we should play on the same team
Drivin' down the lane, he could kick it
me
I'm addressin' all of the students with all of my lectures
Soakin' up all I can, ya man is a sponge made of leather
Cause I'm a thrilla
J Cole got
on hay
Lets get by you holding up hay
Rolling up hay burning time
Now we finding a nice pair of J's
I smoke two time white pair of J's
Some i say
and writing words
My bars is cold, the tip of the iceberg
I'm inspired by the Kendricks and the Coles
I'm trying to be the greatest to ever do it
You hear
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