Tuesday, 9 August 2011

J. Cole - Be (Freestyle) Lyrics


J. Cole - Be (Freestyle) Lyrics:
Cold world, cold blooded 
Trapping niggers at my shows and the hoes love it 
Back packing niggers with the air froze level 
So don't holler at a nigger if you got no budget 
Trying to get my bread up, no, not talking... rolls 
Trying to get my grades up, oh, look how my score rows 
Playing till she hit she says, good, make more though 
Cole god delivery bitch you got the... 
Ain't fucking with me cause I'm realest shit, 
Well if you feel the shit, here goes some realer shit 
I signed a big deal and went to the dealership 
Man they took one look at my credit and said forget it 
Now I'm on this train with a millie to my name 
Ain't shit changed cause I still feel the pain 
Like a gym or a rim... built for the game 
Something like a pimp cause I'm still in the game 
A little drug dealer... what 
I can't try, these niggers out here lying 
Why can't I? 
Flash backs when my teacher told me I can't fly 
Dealer... a nigger crazy just cause I say why 
Now look no wings but I'm flier than the birds 
Cosign on the beamer but it's whiter than the burbs 
Something like a genius but man I didn't been a nerd 
Just to tutor bad bitches while... in the... 
That might have been a... that might have been a... 
But I'm just trying to find what you're hiding in that skirt 
And cole got her coming out he might have been her first 
So she only fuck with him like a choir in the church, good god 
Mama told me get a good job 
Be a doctor or a lawyer if you... 
Well nigger I'ma show ya 
This that jessie jackson,... action... I'm taxing up 
Don't let the cover fool you bitch I ain't no freshman 
In my own class man I write my own passes 
I hear the shots fired yeah I see the stones casted 
My shit is already fired, don't gas it 
Nigger say my album it sound like a classic 
Nigger say your album might not even see the plastic 
Bastard, how you gonna match with a nigger who... 
The shit that you gonna practice, cast this 
A... nigger to the day of my casket 
Put on for my city like my favorite jacket 
Man you gone away that every god damn night 
Know that I pay for this shit 
That you got damn right, nigger

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