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[Intro: J.Cole] |
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Now do I roll up, get higher? |
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Or po' up, get tired? |
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Do I roll up, get higher? |
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Or po' up, get tired? |
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[Verse 1] |
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Okay, I'm back on a mission |
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To pay my tuition |
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Got loans out the ass |
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What you know 'bout my past? |
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I was so late for class |
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Hit the probate, get trashed |
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Fell asleep off the Henny |
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Back in '08 I crashed |
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With my foot on the gas |
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Thank the Lord I'm still here |
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No insurance so now I'm racin' home on first gear |
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On that morn' I shed tears |
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Asking what I'm doing here |
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I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the fuckin' flu in here |
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But yet I'm just chillin' like I'm back on the yard |
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My niggas say I'm the truth and when I rap they applaud |
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That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source |
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It's like I'm tryna get the head, but she's just jackin' me off |
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I needed more |
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Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store |
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Put my feet on floor |
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Borrow money from mi amor |
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Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour |
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She held you down, now you out here fuckin' 'round |
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[Hook: J. Cole] |
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Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas (What?) |
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Gold diggers, Crys sippers (What?) |
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Cold nigga, flow sicker (What?) |
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Muthafucka, I'm a fuckin' head bussa go |
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Coming down on the strip liqour in the whip |
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Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold |
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Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money |
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Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old |
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But errthing that glitter ain't gold |
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The grass ain't greener I've been told |
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She told me, boy you want your cake and eat it too |
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I said its cake, that's what your supposed to do |
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[Verse 2] |
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Ok my granny just died, but im too broke to go |
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And she askin my fears but she too close to know |
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Got trust issues I'm trying, where it come from? Dont know |
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I just block out the pain, blow the fuck up get dough |
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See i thought that would help me, it turns out its worse now |
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My girl want her first child, my label won't work out |
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My mama don't see me unless I'm on tv, I pray she dont break down |
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She strong but she need me |
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They killed Saddam, now I wonder who's sane |
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How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne? |
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Old chick callin', but I'm onto new thangs |
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She still a dime, but I always lose change |
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Young Simba, went from bottom of the food chain to a few chains |
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In a new Range |
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She tellin' me so much has happened |
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Would've thought you changed |
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We ain't fuck in nine months its safe to say I'm due man |
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[Hook] |
