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J. Cole

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Haha uhYeah, uhYeah, YoBear with a nigga manGotta a little head cold, ya know?I'll still kill it niggaShow y'all niggas how it doReal QuickYou know what they sayThe window to the soul is in the eyesSo disrespect a nigga, I will close a nigga blindYeah who can hold us? Super focusedShoot them hoes with the super soakersI got 'em so wet, fuck that, more wetI'm Hennessy drinkingWonder what my enemies' thinkingNervous? nigga, pleaseI'm finna be caking with doughSo much bread, it's like a nigga be bakingWalk that's so cold, this shit will need blanketsMoney coming soon, tell my niggas be patientWe gonna replace those whips with some sicker onesWe gonna erase them chicks for some thicker onesHit and run, bigger fundsBut still can't forget to pour liquorAs I reminisce on them niggas that couldn't comeRest in peace, can't control another man's destinySo I do what's best for meI know you think niggas well, ain't no test to meOn my plate is a meal, ain't no recipe- for thatSome nigga chill on the tech, no speak, blaatSome niggas will put your chest to feetI'm talking recklessWhat you expect nigga, I'm flexingY'all dyslexic, got a nigga twistedNever shot a nigga, I don't gotta get convictedCause if I say the word, your whole squad is getting liftedWhat up then? Niggas ain't saying nothing? Shut up then!Wouldn't last a minute in the city I grew up inWhere I got my swag, cool as the breeze isChip on my shoulder, I walk like I'm JesusAbout that paper, we could give a fuck if you believe usLooking for model divas that barely speak EnglishFuck 'em while we rich, cause when we broke, they gonna leave usWe earn stripes, looking like zebrasY'all looking like AdidasWe do it for the streets, cause they need usGot beef? Come meet usOk I thought soY'all niggas are so mad cause I floss so bad on bitchesAnd with this stroke, I'm PicassoNiggas told me good afasoNow she yelling out God so much, thought I had her singing gospelShit, shout out to my apostleShit, you know me, nicest nigga in the southYea you can quote me!Woo Shit!HahaOOh Shit, mother fucker!HahahaOohh ShitAnd I'm sick bitch, holla at me!You know!Fuck boy!
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