YeahNigga done got spoiled off these fuckin' PJ'sI'm not—, It's not like I'm too good to fly commercialthat shit just—It's a hassle at this point, you know what I mean?YeahAt a hundred degrees, I freeze the tempGot my grip and I never proceed to slipFeel the weight like I just had my Caesar clippedGot a family to feed, I squeeze the clipWalk in front of the judge and plead the fifthI'm a legend but it ain't no need for mythBetter get you a visa, he's a tripI had Trae The Truth in Ibiza litNiggas ain't 'bout to outwork meGo to sleep late, still wakin' up earlyLook at my belly, I'm hungryY'all niggas desperate and thirstyYou can't even tell there's a differenceHungry is when you're relentlessEven when one of your idols look dead in your faceand he tell you: You can't and you know that he meant itBut when you Cole, you attempt itCome, let me show you a templateI had to grow out the concreteI had to stroll through the trenches, uhI had to stroll through the trenchesAt a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp (Temp)Got my grip and I never proceed to slip (Slip)Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped (Clipped)Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clipWalk in front of a judge and plead the fifthI'm a legend but it ain't no need for mythBetter get you a visa, he's a tripI had Trae The Truth in Ibiza litI had Trae The Truth in Ibiza litYeah, that's my niggaI had trae the truth in Ibiza litI can't do ediblesMy head is spinnin' too muchFell off the pedestalAnd I'm never gettin' back upDone tryna to be perfect, that shit is exhaustingAn infinite force that nitpicking niggas get lost inI'm scribbilin' thoughts, my pencil is sharpeningTrust in my pen, been tryna limit the crossingThe best part of makin' this cake is lickin' the frostingAnd Barry been sayin' he love when I spit like I'm dark skinAnd you know what he meanI got a thirty-four waistI had a forty jeansSomehow I still got too big for my britchesand tore the seamsThere go my Achilles heelBeen tryna do everythingThank God for my nigga IbWhat would I do with no team?I wouldn't do anythingI would just sit on this music and hold itWaiting for some perfect momentWondering why it ain't cameMeanwhile the world done changedSuddenly songs I was loving last year don't feel the sameSomebody feel my painPlease, somebody say I changedAll of these years done passedI hope I ain't still the sameAll of these songs I'm on, ain't nobody kill JermaineIsn't that rather strange?I wrote a number of bad refrainsBut isn't that life, dude?Make a few hits but you gotta live with the strikes tooInstead of pretending I'm some incredible niggajust let 'em hear all of itThe good, the bad, the ugly, the strong, the weak, it's meThe nigga that thought of itAll the portrayals of anything different or fraudulentYou wanna tap into your greatnesswell this is the starter kitThe Fall Offhow many these bullets can fit in the cartridgesI'm lettin' 'em off on intentionsto rip through your cartilageMy nigga just told meYou trippin' for thinkin' of callin' quitsNo lieGod is good, forrealI'm just sittin' here askin' myselfThe fuck was I even doin' here?Fresh out the hospital bed, one to the backArm in a slingAnd in the same breath, I'm in IbizaI ain't never fathomed seeing another side of this shitI know you felt the sameHell, I remember we used to pray for it, but hellLook at ya', broPeople speak greatness these dayswhen the name get mentionedBut what is greatness?Nah, nigga we litIconic, hahaIt ain't over till we tap outCole, you better make these niggas feel youWe done seen 'em comeWe done seen 'em goFrom the Come Up to the Fall OffAnd even when we fall off, we don't fall off, nigga
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Yeah
Nigga done got spoiled off these fuckin' PJ's
I'm not—, It's not like I'm too good to fly commercial
that shit just—
It's a hassle at this point, you know what I mean?
Yeah
At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp
Got my grip and I never proceed to slip
Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped
Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip
Walk in front of the judge and plead the fifth
I'm a legend but it ain't no need for myth
Better get you a visa, he's a trip
I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit
Niggas ain't 'bout to outwork me
Go to sleep late, still wakin' up early
Look at my belly, I'm hungry
Y'all niggas desperate and thirsty
You can't even tell there's a difference
Hungry is when you're relentless
Even when one of your idols look dead in your face
and he tell you: You can't and you know that he meant it
But when you Cole, you attempt it
Come, let me show you a template
I had to grow out the concrete
I had to stroll through the trenches, uh
I had to stroll through the trenches
At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp (Temp)
Got my grip and I never proceed to slip (Slip)
Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped (Clipped)
Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip
Walk in front of a judge and plead the fifth
I'm a legend but it ain't no need for myth
Better get you a visa, he's a trip
I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit
I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit
Yeah, that's my nigga
I had trae the truth in Ibiza lit
I can't do edibles
My head is spinnin' too much
Fell off the pedestal
And I'm never gettin' back up
Done tryna to be perfect, that shit is exhausting
An infinite force that nitpicking niggas get lost in
I'm scribbilin' thoughts, my pencil is sharpening
Trust in my pen, been tryna limit the crossing
The best part of makin' this cake is lickin' the frosting
And Barry been sayin' he love when I spit like I'm dark skin
And you know what he mean
I got a thirty-four waist
I had a forty jeans
Somehow I still got too big for my britches
and tore the seams
There go my Achilles heel
Been tryna do everything
Thank God for my nigga Ib
What would I do with no team?
I wouldn't do anything
I would just sit on this music and hold it
Waiting for some perfect moment
Wondering why it ain't came
Meanwhile the world done changed
Suddenly songs I was loving last year don't feel the same
Somebody feel my pain
Please, somebody say I changed
All of these years done passed
I hope I ain't still the same
All of these songs I'm on, ain't nobody kill Jermaine
Isn't that rather strange?
I wrote a number of bad refrains
But isn't that life, dude?
Make a few hits but you gotta live with the strikes too
Instead of pretending I'm some incredible nigga
just let 'em hear all of it
The good, the bad, the ugly, the strong, the weak, it's me
The nigga that thought of it
All the portrayals of anything different or fraudulent
You wanna tap into your greatness
well this is the starter kit
The Fall Off
how many these bullets can fit in the cartridges
I'm lettin' 'em off on intentions
to rip through your cartilage
My nigga just told me
You trippin' for thinkin' of callin' quits
No lie
God is good, forreal
I'm just sittin' here askin' myself
The fuck was I even doin' here?
Fresh out the hospital bed, one to the back
Arm in a sling
And in the same breath, I'm in Ibiza
I ain't never fathomed seeing another side of this shit
I know you felt the same
Hell, I remember we used to pray for it, but hell
Look at ya', bro
People speak greatness these days
when the name get mentioned
But what is greatness?
Nah, nigga we lit
Iconic, haha
It ain't over till we tap out
Cole, you better make these niggas feel you
We done seen 'em come
We done seen 'em go
From the Come Up to the Fall Off
And even when we fall off, we don't fall off, nigga
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