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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeJodeci (Freestyle) (Feat. J. Cole)
(Verso 1: Drake)Yeah26 on my third GQ coverYour new shit sound like you do coversOn all of my old shit, oh shitI devoted to making sure that shit goes unnoticedSwear you niggas is hopelessI should run a clinic for niggas that think that they're winningOn some cold shit, 50Ms for a three month road tripI see straight through them like fish tanks with no fish in themDrizzy still got some '06 in himIRS all in my books getting they Matlock onAll this capitol it's like I left the caps lock onIt's like every time I plot a return I seem to shift the gameSee I can still talk keys without dishing canePay yourself and owe yourselfBefore you come to my city just know yourselfKnow where you atI'm good in every town,I'mma be there doing shows where you atThe lights hit women screaming like Jodeci's back, nigga(Verso 2: Drake)Your money is just a little Barney's Co Op for youto be tryna show outI'm in your girl's ear planting seeds like a grow-opWe move the operation to Cali soon as the snow dropOh stop, please stop arguin' 'bout who's the best emceeI think everyone would agree, they know that you're notI know I'm a sure shot, middle finger poking youin your sore spotBars sound like I'm under oath niggaI comedy central roast niggas and turn 'em to ghost niggasEither I'm gettin' bigger or you're just gettin' smaller or both niggaI'm just as unforgivin' as most niggasYou bit the hand, now starve, it's not a joke niggaI'll hang you with it soon as I teach you the ropes niggaOh well, bitches paint OVO on their toenailsAnd show up at the show, the afterparty, and the hotelThat five star in your city, they know where we atI hit the lobby, women's screaming like Jodeci's back, nigga(Ponte: J. Cole)Jodeci's backYou bitches screamin' like Jodeci's backI call the front desk for condoms, sayin' they ain't got noneThe way that I'm respondin', she know that we black, niggaJodeci's backFuckin' hoes like Jodeci's backI paint pictures and flip wordsNigga woulda thought Def Poetry back(Verso 3: J. Cole)Roof top, hoes turnt upLookin' for your bitch, bet she won't turn upWonder where she is, fuck could she beShe's a ho, she's a slut, she's a freakHeard a couple niggas hatin' but them fuck niggas weakCount a hundred thousand dollars like it sucks to be meAin't that what you wanted? Stuntin' on you niggasCame in this game never frontin' on you niggasGave you heart and soul, stories of my painFeel naked cause I laid out all my glory and my shameCaught fire just to have niggas ignore me and my flame'Bout to burn down the house, they tryna put me in the rain, noFuck it 'less you lame niggas and doubtersI'm undoubtedly the hottest and that's just me bein' modestGo check the numbers dummy, that's just me gettin' startedI'm artistic, you niggas is autistic, retardedStarted, hold your applauseWho gives a poker face when you jokers showed me your cards?David and Goliath, takin' on the giantsNo need for pause when I tell you my balls bigger than yoursNo false gods, young Mike playin' against the MonstarsTappin' into '94 NasOr that '96 Jay, or that Chronic shit, DreWhich is really just Slim Shady, I'm silly, my pen crazyToday I'm out in Philly, my fans waitin' for twelve hoursJust to get their dollar signedThoughts stream like I'm Spotifyin'Trenchcoat flow, bottom lineTo these too cool for school niggas I'm ColumbineFlow dumber than your projectionsThis makes twice now, I doubled what you expected, yetYour covers keep complexin' meMaybe it's too complex for meBut is this 'bout skills or is this 'bout sales?Cause either way, all them niggas is less to meYou legends know that we rapBitches screamin' like Jodeci's back
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