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J. Cole

J. Cole

Cole World

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[Intro:]
I think it's gonna be a hell of a night, a hell of a night,
So we could do whatever you like.

[Verse 1:]
It took me all day to find some inspiration,
It just hit me like a ton of bricks, no renovation,
Problem with the game now, there ain't no innovation,
I see my shit all in your shit, we call that imitation,
And they say that's flatterin', but I ain't flattered at all,
Matter fact y'all need to practice that more.
See my man Nate asked me if I gained weight,
I said, “Nah, my pockets got fatter, that's all.”
Money was an issue, but now that that's solved,
I ball, I ball like Kobe in the fall,
Put trophies on wall, rather trophies on my mantle,
Dawg, my shows be off the handle, take the proceeds, go to gamble.
Ha! Bet it on black and pray, I quadruple my salary,
If I win, maybe then I could pay Sallie Mae,
Told her I be dealin' with some real-life shit,
She be askin' “When?” Bitch, when I feel like it.

[Chorus:]
Cole World, cold life, cold blooded,
I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it,
Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin' at me.
How that feel? Very happy!

I got what you need right here. [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Uh, turn up the 808's for me.
Back when I was starvin', no one made a plate for me,
Now I do it big and that's my day to day story,
I got the type of shit that make a hater say “sorry”.
Bitch, I made this in the crib, watchin' “Belly”,
Eatin' peanut butter ‘n jelly.
What the fuck the niggas tell me?!
They say I'm takin' long, I tell ‘em, patience is a virtue,
I'm goin' all out and, bitch, I never had a curfew.
See when you're spittin' so real,
Suddenly these phony niggas lose they appeal,
Got em' feelin' like my niggas when they lose them appeal,
Then it's back to the cell, back to the hell.
At times I watch the news and, see, they talkin' ‘bout diplomacy,
And they ain't got a clue: my niggas ain't got they diplomas, see.
Rappers show me love, I wonder what it could be,
I think they scared of me, and they should be.

[Chorus]

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