Kenny Lofton Lyrics
| Song | Kenny Lofton |
| Artist | J. Cole |
| Album | Truly Yours 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro] | |
| Hurt, to think that you lied to me | |
| Hurt, way down deep inside of me | |
| And it breaks my heart... | |
| [Verse 1: J. Cole] | |
| Get paid a pretty penny for my thoughts | |
| I'm Hardaway with grammar, I'm hot | |
| They only care 'bout a nigga when he handle the rock | |
| Or when he dishing the pill, or when he grippin' the steel | |
| Bailing out my brother, tell the lawyer "get the appeal" | |
| With the flick of the pen write the check and he out | |
| Two years later he be at my shows checking me out | |
| Know he proud of lil bro and how my records be out | |
| Flashbacks to childhood when he was deckin' me out | |
| Now it's clear lil Maine is the best mc out | |
| Hands down, flow water, can't drown | |
| My flow father, go harder, Cole smarter | |
| Shout out to fiends in Queens, I'm team no daughters | |
| [Bridge] | |
| I seen it all at this young age | |
| The only thing left to do is die and hit front page | |
| Should I knock on wood and pray like God forbid | |
| These hoes be poppin' pills, these niggas be poppin' shit, bitch | |
| [Hook] | |
| Pac on the mic in his prime | |
| They only care 'bout a nigga when he writing a rhyme, boy | |
| Kenny Lofton you feelin' my pace? | |
| They only care 'bout a nigga when he stealin' the base | |
| It's like I'm Wilt the Stilt, I'm fucking them all | |
| They only care 'bout a nigga when he dunkin' the ball | |
| And it breaks my heart | |
| The world’s a stage, I'll just play my part | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Just caught fire like a young Richard Pryor with unforgettable quotes | |
| They only care 'bout a nigga when tellin' a joke, or when he's sellin' his dope | |
| They tell the reverend "Man, I rather get to heaven with coke | |
| Then live in hell and be broke" | |
| Shout out to black man who beat the odds by yellin' for hope | |
| Today he asked if I could Twitter y'all and tell you to vote | |
| My nigga, how could I, knowing what I know | |
| It's a game of charades, masquerade for the dough | |
| Read the teleprompter these niggas is actors on the low | |
| Yeah I voted for the nigga cause he got the best show | |
| Like I got the best flow | |
| On your mark, set, go | |
| Mama got us out the hood but we still ghetto | |
| [Bridge & Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] | |
| I said, you wouldn't know the truth if it was right there in your face | |
| See I can't explain the feeling when the feds surround your place | |
| In that PJ Rose, I drink that shit by the case | |
| Like somebody pray for me, Reverend Run, Pastor Mase | |
| See I do this for my homie he got caught with a soft eight | |
| When I say a soft eight, yeah that's two less than ten | |
| If they let him out today he gon' do it all again | |
| Say he lost the first time it won't stop until he win | |
| Street life will have you drunk, Im talkin serious Gin | |
| Yeah we screamin' Scarface, but we all know how that ends | |
| Every word is like dope, you can snort it like lines | |
| If I said it, then I meant it, they reciting' every line | |
| If I had to write a book, it would be the Life & Times | |
| Every verse is that work, you can weigh it like a nine | |
| You see I lost a lot of niggas and it broke my heart | |
| Life is staged I'll just play my part | |
| [Hook] |
| Intro | |
| Hurt, to think that you lied to me | |
| Hurt, way down deep inside of me | |
| And it breaks my heart... | |
| Verse 1: J. Cole | |
| Get paid a pretty penny for my thoughts | |
| I' m Hardaway with grammar, I' m hot | |
| They only care ' bout a nigga when he handle the rock | |
| Or when he dishing the pill, or when he grippin' the steel | |
| Bailing out my brother, tell the lawyer " get the appeal" | |
| With the flick of the pen write the check and he out | |
| Two years later he be at my shows checking me out | |
| Know he proud of lil bro and how my records be out | |
| Flashbacks to childhood when he was deckin' me out | |
| Now it' s clear lil Maine is the best mc out | |
| Hands down, flow water, can' t drown | |
| My flow father, go harder, Cole smarter | |
| Shout out to fiends in Queens, I' m team no daughters | |
| Bridge | |
| I seen it all at this young age | |
| The only thing left to do is die and hit front page | |
| Should I knock on wood and pray like God forbid | |
| These hoes be poppin' pills, these niggas be poppin' shit, bitch | |
| Hook | |
| Pac on the mic in his prime | |
| They only care ' bout a nigga when he writing a rhyme, boy | |
| Kenny Lofton you feelin' my pace? | |
| They only care ' bout a nigga when he stealin' the base | |
| It' s like I' m Wilt the Stilt, I' m fucking them all | |
| They only care ' bout a nigga when he dunkin' the ball | |
| And it breaks my heart | |
| The world' s a stage, I' ll just play my part | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Just caught fire like a young Richard Pryor with unforgettable quotes | |
| They only care ' bout a nigga when tellin' a joke, or when he' s sellin' his dope | |
| They tell the reverend " Man, I rather get to heaven with coke | |
| Then live in hell and be broke" | |
| Shout out to black man who beat the odds by yellin' for hope | |
| Today he asked if I could Twitter y' all and tell you to vote | |
| My nigga, how could I, knowing what I know | |
| It' s a game of charades, masquerade for the dough | |
| Read the teleprompter these niggas is actors on the low | |
| Yeah I voted for the nigga cause he got the best show | |
| Like I got the best flow | |
| On your mark, set, go | |
| Mama got us out the hood but we still ghetto | |
| Bridge Hook | |
| Verse 3: Young Jeezy | |
| I said, you wouldn' t know the truth if it was right there in your face | |
| See I can' t explain the feeling when the feds surround your place | |
| In that PJ Rose, I drink that shit by the case | |
| Like somebody pray for me, Reverend Run, Pastor Mase | |
| See I do this for my homie he got caught with a soft eight | |
| When I say a soft eight, yeah that' s two less than ten | |
| If they let him out today he gon' do it all again | |
| Say he lost the first time it won' t stop until he win | |
| Street life will have you drunk, Im talkin serious Gin | |
| Yeah we screamin' Scarface, but we all know how that ends | |
| Every word is like dope, you can snort it like lines | |
| If I said it, then I meant it, they reciting' every line | |
| If I had to write a book, it would be the Life Times | |
| Every verse is that work, you can weigh it like a nine | |
| You see I lost a lot of niggas and it broke my heart | |
| Life is staged I' ll just play my part | |
| Hook |
| Intro | |
| Hurt, to think that you lied to me | |
| Hurt, way down deep inside of me | |
| And it breaks my heart... | |
| Verse 1: J. Cole | |
| Get paid a pretty penny for my thoughts | |
| I' m Hardaway with grammar, I' m hot | |
| They only care ' bout a nigga when he handle the rock | |
| Or when he dishing the pill, or when he grippin' the steel | |
| Bailing out my brother, tell the lawyer " get the appeal" | |
| With the flick of the pen write the check and he out | |
| Two years later he be at my shows checking me out | |
| Know he proud of lil bro and how my records be out | |
| Flashbacks to childhood when he was deckin' me out | |
| Now it' s clear lil Maine is the best mc out | |
| Hands down, flow water, can' t drown | |
| My flow father, go harder, Cole smarter | |
| Shout out to fiends in Queens, I' m team no daughters | |
| Bridge | |
| I seen it all at this young age | |
| The only thing left to do is die and hit front page | |
| Should I knock on wood and pray like God forbid | |
| These hoes be poppin' pills, these niggas be poppin' shit, bitch | |
| Hook | |
| Pac on the mic in his prime | |
| They only care ' bout a nigga when he writing a rhyme, boy | |
| Kenny Lofton you feelin' my pace? | |
| They only care ' bout a nigga when he stealin' the base | |
| It' s like I' m Wilt the Stilt, I' m fucking them all | |
| They only care ' bout a nigga when he dunkin' the ball | |
| And it breaks my heart | |
| The world' s a stage, I' ll just play my part | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Just caught fire like a young Richard Pryor with unforgettable quotes | |
| They only care ' bout a nigga when tellin' a joke, or when he' s sellin' his dope | |
| They tell the reverend " Man, I rather get to heaven with coke | |
| Then live in hell and be broke" | |
| Shout out to black man who beat the odds by yellin' for hope | |
| Today he asked if I could Twitter y' all and tell you to vote | |
| My nigga, how could I, knowing what I know | |
| It' s a game of charades, masquerade for the dough | |
| Read the teleprompter these niggas is actors on the low | |
| Yeah I voted for the nigga cause he got the best show | |
| Like I got the best flow | |
| On your mark, set, go | |
| Mama got us out the hood but we still ghetto | |
| Bridge Hook | |
| Verse 3: Young Jeezy | |
| I said, you wouldn' t know the truth if it was right there in your face | |
| See I can' t explain the feeling when the feds surround your place | |
| In that PJ Rose, I drink that shit by the case | |
| Like somebody pray for me, Reverend Run, Pastor Mase | |
| See I do this for my homie he got caught with a soft eight | |
| When I say a soft eight, yeah that' s two less than ten | |
| If they let him out today he gon' do it all again | |
| Say he lost the first time it won' t stop until he win | |
| Street life will have you drunk, Im talkin serious Gin | |
| Yeah we screamin' Scarface, but we all know how that ends | |
| Every word is like dope, you can snort it like lines | |
| If I said it, then I meant it, they reciting' every line | |
| If I had to write a book, it would be the Life Times | |
| Every verse is that work, you can weigh it like a nine | |
| You see I lost a lot of niggas and it broke my heart | |
| Life is staged I' ll just play my part | |
| Hook |
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