[Wstęp] J. Cole Haha uh Yeah, uh Yeah, Yo Bear with a nigga man Gotta a little head cold, ya know? I'll still kill it nigga Show y'all niggas how it do Real Quick
[Wers 1] Uh You know what they say The window to the soul is in the eyes So disrespect a nigga, I will close a nigga blinds Yeah who can hold us? Super focused Shoot them hoes with the super soakers I got 'em so wet Fuck that Moet, I'm Hennessy drinking Wonder what my enemies' thinking Nervous? nigga, please I'm finna be caking with dough- So much bread, its like a nigga be baking Watch so cold, it's like the shit will need blankets Money coming soon, tell my niggas be patient We gonna replace those whips with some sicker ones We gonna erase them chicks for some thicker ones Hit and run, bigger funds But still can't forget to pour liquor As I reminisce on them niggas that couldn't come Rest in peace, can't control another man's destiny So I do what's best for me I know you fake niggas well, ain't no test to me On my plate is a meal, ain't no recipe- for that So nigga chill or the tec will speak, "Blaaat!" Them niggas will put you chest to feet I'm talking reckless What you expect nigga, I'm flexing Y'all dyslexic, got a nigga twisted Never shot a nigga, I don't gotta get convicted Cause if I say the word, your whole squad is getting lifted What up then? Niggas ain't saying nothing? Shut up then! Wouldn't last a minute in the city I grew up in Where I got my swag, cool as the breeze is Chip on my shoulder, I walk like I'm Jesus About that paper, we could give a fuck if you believe us Looking for model divas that barely speak English Fuck 'em while we rich, cuz when we broke, they gonna leave us We earn stripes, looking like zebras Y'all looking like Adidas We do it for the streets, cuz they need us Got beef? Come meet us Ok I thought so Y'all niggas are so mad cuz I floss so bad on bitches And with this stroke, I'm Picasso Make her stomach feel the fossil Now she yelling out God so much thought I had her singing gospel Shit, shout out to my apostles Ya know me Nicest nigga in the south Yea you can quote me!
[Zakończenie] Wooo Shit! Haha Ooooh Shit, mother fucker! Hahaha Oohh Shit And I'm sick bitch, holla at me! You know! Fuck boy!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
