[J. Cole Chorus] Hey, this is a song for my haters, yeah,you got me feeling like the greatest yeah, Hey, this is a song for my haters, hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah,
haa, b-tch I’m about to blow up uh ah, say what b-tch I’m about to blow up
[J. Cole - Verse 1] Hey I came up, I warmed up the next up b-tch I’m about to blow up now don’t it sound legendary liven up the ressurected dead and buried this for n-ggas not satisfied for secondary this for my sisters who aint satisfied with secretary uh, I’m blowing and b-tch I’m still me but whats the cost to live your dream do you feel me everything glittering aint what you think it will be funny how money changed and whips make me feel free I’m starring in this b-tch and yeah I write the show f-ck the haters I’m headed to the place you like to go they say what you fighting for the game is on life support and Gary Coleman just passed, life is short b-tch I’m about to blow up look I’m about to blow up yeah got to the club early just to get a friend wait for hoes to show up but now its bottles at the tables bring the models hoe I’m about to po’ up uh ha, you know what b-tch I’m about to blow up
left side left side hey right side right side ah ha left side left side hey
[Chorus]
[J. Cole - Verse 2] Momma said I should reconsider law school that means I wear a suit and be a troop and feel awful hell naw, got a degree but what that cost you you make a good salary just to pay Sally May thats real as ever ducking bill collectors like Jehova’s witness when they showed up at your door at Christmas was broke as dishes tryna let it go hit the club she drop it low lower than my credit score
account overdraft what I got this debit for summers dead it got me drinking thinking b-tch I better blow I better blow these hoes aint checking for no n-gga with no vehicle you border like Mexico hey baby girl what it look like and where ya head at and what ya cook like she said where ya bread at and what your whip like you aint got one or the other than brother good night
b-tch I’m about to blow up look I’m about to blow up yeah got to the club early just to get a friend wait for hoes to show up but now its bottles at the tables bring the models boy I’m about to po’ up uh ha, you know what b-tch I’m about to blow up
left side left side hey right side right side ah ha left side left side hey
[Chorus]
Praise God it’s hard to stay spiritual how they got these n-ggas on the TV selling miracles you mean to tell me everything gon be fine if I call your hotline and pay 29.99 sh-t well damn, why aint you say so take this shaking ass multiply all my pesos and erase my number out the phone of these fake hoes I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed to you n-ggas biting my flows and my subject matter you’ll never be me partner so it don’t f-cking matter you try to be and your career will see funerals and be you thats what it sounds, beautiful then maybe you could blow up and maybe you could blow up sh-t but you know what for now b-tch I’m about to blow upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
