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Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

come on the scene
Better get on the floor shake it dance for me floor shake it dance for me
Bring ya girlfriends by we got somewhere to be
Yea You know

Ain't no role models not talking j cole, Fucking yo bitch im on the high road
I had took a real toll, Getting hella money look like a cheat code

You'll be too late
So much is gone
And you cannot replace

J. Cole is the goat
Say what you will
I'm after my dreams
I'm a walk through the ville 
Like hi

this life too hard
And we've gone to far
Have we lost all faith
On the way to the morgue
Do we see His face
Will I be ignored
Or be saved by grace
Cause

have bought a house on the street
J Cole preached on 1985 that wasn’t for the weak
Minded it was purely for the people that think
About what goes into

they go aye aye aye
Might be the best song on the album, yeah you know im gonna make more albums

No more scammer j that dude fucking sucks at making

Had a talk with J. Cole, randomly at Highlight Room
It was just me, Spence, and Cole, shit, I was off the shrooms
But I asked what I need to do to take

qu'un centipede
Tu better be dans salle
Quand j'viens de r'mettre le beat en place
Hennesse dans flasque
J'get le micro back 
Pis ca fait POP POP POP

breathing my feels
Grant the youngin' in tears
That got laughed on his dreams
Craft artist of the year
Damn not keeping it real

K-Dot Rakim J. Cole, and Slim

Baby I know you want me
Baby you dream about me
I know you think about me (Yeah)
Lay in my B-E-D dead
Baby might be in bed
Baby might be in my bed

two and a half years
You making stories up to say you from the place we from
The same way that J. Cole explained the slums
You ain't on that dangerous

Yeah
Loni
3B
Checheck checheck

J'allume un énième spliff sur l'escalier d'secours
Il est cinq heures et Brooklyn n'a pas dormi
Je lis l'avenir dans

big dreams like J Cole's label
I'm Saturday playing pong, got the cups on the table
All these dudes telling lies ya they telling them fables
I'm in

gone do with my life 
Shit I don't know, I'm tryna figure how not to be po
Maybe I can get a loan and open up my on store 
Or tweet j.cole and he just

Late nights lonely
Bumping J. Cole songs
Thinking bout life
Where did it go wrong
you're on your feet now
And you've got it all
Wake up next morning

Bitch name Keisha
She so cold with it
The way she swallow all my kids
Like my soul in it
I ain't gone lie
Sometimes I feel like j cole in it
But you

get gunned down
Blunt after blunt bitch i'm higher than the clouds
Just like J Cole putting money up on ya head you going out
Put an M up on ya head you

yeah
Like J. Cole said, hey babe, look, you gotta love yours
Because there's something big to come, it's bigger than a world war
Gotta raise the next Gen

at your front door
But no one to help you just be you
So I'm here
To bring out the soft side that you hide
The one that was tricked by all those lies
By

you crossed the line
My heart only beats for Kiarah Malcolm and Elijah
Growing up I was a cryer
Surrounded by women telling me everything would be fine

and debate
I'm a deity, oh
You can sit and debate
Intelligence poverty got
A dumb motherfuckers
Think doing trends be a cool thing
Than sitting in a car

feel like a young Simba J.Cole
I'm Taking the last shot go home
I feel like a young Simba J. Cole
I'm putting up reps niggas getting strong
I feel like

put your pajamas on
I'ma diss your ass and go to bed
Nyita J cole kuri pen
If I run on a runner imma spin
We into it till it ends
We into it until he