The songs that I made in my bedroom and shit Finally give a nigga leg room and a whip
Yeah Cole World, make way for the chosen one Aint nobody else I’d rather be, not even Oprah’s son Momma’s youngest getting paper like the oldest one We living better guess God felt he owed us one Closets barely had no clothes in them So you throw my niggas in hoopty’, but we still bag hoes and them These niggas give they heart and soul to them I wonder if they know we doving them Ass fat so when pinch ‘em (pincher) like a Doberman Run up on em politicing like Keith Olbermann What’s your name? Where ya from? Ya got a dream? I’ll sell ya one Come and kick it with a nigga on his way to the top Won’t stop, won’t stop Hey and don’t stop Now if it don’t jam the hoes wont rock And if it aint crack then the fiends wont cop And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don’t got
Gotta see it to believe it Gotta see it to believe it Gotta see it to believe it
and don’t stop Now if it don’t jam the hoes wont rock And if it aint crack then the fiends wont cop And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don’t got
Gotta see it to believe it Gotta see it to believe it Gotta see it to believe it
There’s so much pain on my brain I gotta jot it out But as of late nigga, it aint been shit to pout about I turn up the news, my blues seem petty Cause my view of the city is incredible with no album out I’m blessed nigga, I’m blessed When I’m all alone these words just flow out of my chest Turn ‘em into poems, they worship, I’m the best And though I’m taking long, they f-ck with me none the less Yeah, enough sleeping, I put you niggas to rest The only one saying shit is like a nigga got tourettes, (chyeah) Unimpressed with you niggas You the shit only cause I digested you niggas But I digress, boy you bout as G as a f-cking tie dye vest And your wifey is a bird even in her Prada dress Want a nigga like me to come and get her out her nest (out her nest) Like come and kick it with a nigga on his way to the top
Won’t stop, won’t stop Hey, dont stop
Now if it don’t jam the hoes wont rock And if it aint crack then the fiends wont cop And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don’t got
Gotta see it to believe it Gotta see it to believe it Gotta see it to believe itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
