DJ Enuff Freestyle lyrics

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XV


[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Fast lane, lookin' bad thang with them brains
From the passenger side of the ride while I drive
And I swerve, vision blurred, make it hard to observe
Blame the liquor I absorb and plus I’m high as God
Why is it Lord that I can’t seem to slow the whip down?
The same boy standin' up when them teachers told him sit down
Look now, I done growed up and still don’t follow rules
Carter blues, n*gga hold up, y’all still don’t got a clue
Yeah, all the cool n*ggas from high school that still ain’t doin' sh*t
‘Member when y’all used to f*ck n*ggas till they blue and sh*t?
Now your ass broke as a joke and them n*ggas doin' it
Funny how the tables turned and life, n*gga, you ruined it
Three kids that never see they daddy ‘less he need a dollar from his baby mama
And y’all still don’t wear a condom, is you stupid n*gga?
Fallin' in love with these hoes, is you Cupid n*gga?
You better learn ‘fore you burn boy
See me stay on top of my game, David Stern boy
Did this dirt like worms, now my mom was more concerned with the future
Y’all n*ggas stuck in neutral
This a city where police tryna shoot ya, the army tryna recruit ya
I’m here to get ya higher baby so this here's the booster
I’m tryna be the king, this that Martin Luther
sh*t is crucial, now let me introduce ya to the real
From the ‘Ville, still pourin' liquor for my n*ggas killed
[Verse 2: XV]
Look, it’s too bad he’s too good
Never givin' up but it’s sad that you would
My crew like a couple of clansmen, too hood
And when it came to puttin' on Kansas, who would?
Vizzy, no tryin', couple figures on and I’m sitting on Bryants
Game started buzzin' so I’m sitting on hydrants
Nah Joe, I’m highjack, you can call me a Somali pirate
All black wallet, inside Irish, mean it’s all green
Yeah, I’m mean with this fly sh*t, they buzzin' like bees in a high nest
Girls gettin' on they knees for your highness
And I’m runnin' these streets, no bright vest
Stick to the paper, damn, I’m a fly catch
I’m tryna live more, die less and if you tryna get yours, holla X
XV, you should OD off of this rhyme ‘cause I’mma change minds like cold feet
In store for a meal, groceries
But they be like “We normally don't come out at night mostly”
Go and get your rosaries ‘cause I’m about kill this, no halo like Sony
And if your girl a little horse like a pony, ahem, well of course, start pointin'
Fly Boy Club, well of course I’m soarin', always gonna
Always be in the air like Jordan
And they always gonna stare, just ignore ‘em
Now you with the X man, I’mma call you Storm
I’m touring her, under that hood and um it’s foreign up under that hood and um
I feel like a dude this cool should feel
So I guess I feel good and um, XV, J.Cole, we in
[Verse 3: J.Cole]
Bustin', I'm goin' off, sting like a bee, float like it's Noah's ark
You know it's hard, flow is sharp like I'm blowin' darts
n*ggas bear with me, these hoes out here lookin' like some spare kidneys
They give it up, how gracious, ass outrageous
Up in the club, you could spot her, a Dalmatian
Said she found God but to me, she found Satan
She only gettin' hotter, what's good with the Ramada Inn?
Got a game tighter than them jeans her ass hidin' in
I got that D baby, ain't talking vitamins
She said “That's cool n*gga but can you buy the Benz?”
She playin' n*ggas like a violin
I hit that ass just a little more violent
She hittin' notes, then I'm ghost like it's Shaolin
I'm on the prowl maybe soon I'll throw the towel in
Until that day’s found, this is my playground

[Verse 4: XV]
Look, I’mma spit it from the top of the dome, don’t normally do this
But I’m feelin' real cool, I am ruthless, like Eazy-E was
I am toothless like that one fiend was
I am killin' sh*t like I never do this
I never do this but I’m gonna spit it straight from the top oh
And I know that n*ggas done heard about Kansas but I’m about to do this motherf*cker
I done ran sh*t since like ‘02 and I was like oh and y’all n*ggas don’t know
I’m about to prove man what everything that I’m doin' is about to do a movement
X to the V, who you booin'?
Look, I don’t even do this normally but I’mma do this
Accordingly, cordially, I am dope, yes dude
I have never wrote this sh*t down in my head
I have spoke sh*t you that never ever said
‘Cause I am dope, y’all n*ggas dead, fresh
Chill n*gga, I am gonna get this
X to the V, y’all n*ggas witness
I’m about to throw ‘em back, ruler this
Y’all n*ggas doin' this, y’all n*ggas know that I’m movin' sh*t
And if you don’t know it right now, google it
I’m about to be on every blog now doin' sh*t
I’m about to do this sh*t like E told me do
Look, look, I don’t know
[Verse 5: J.Cole]
What do I gotta do to prove to you I’m not the dude for you to just try to fool with?
n*ggas ain’t got a clue b*tch, n*ggas wanna bullsh*t
Don’t know that my crew thicker than these cute b*tches we normally knocking boots with
Too slick to grip, my n*gga should stop that
That verse was so old that I done forgot that
But now I come off the top with the hot raps
n*ggas know you better stop that
Comin' through, got the Glock c*cked back
n*gga I ain’t even got one
n*gga, I’m aimin' at your face with the shotgun, lyrically, spiritually
n*ggas tryna mirror me but I’m a vampire
And I’m so damn higher than the average n*gga
Can you get witcha ya?
I just signed to Jigga, n*gga how high you figure?
Damn, I’m slippin' up on my words
But my verbs so sick that I never slip
n*ggas know uh-uh, please save me XV

[Verse 6: XV]
They be like Vizzy on some other sh*t
On his MCDs ‘cause they lovin' it
Pockets fat like the Klumps in it
My flow is something sick, no askin'
Proactive couldn’t stop bumpin' it
Nowadays I be on some other sh*t
Ladies think I’m gone kinda like my upper lip, wrong
Like a broken condom, pause, ‘cause Hoff go raw
It’s something you really shouldn’t be f*ckin' with
Came through whippin', paint still drippin'
They say like Sheneneh, oh no you didn’t
Know that one sayin when your palm start itchin'?
Well mine do so much, I had to start to wear mittens
And you think that I’m kiddin'
If I don’t slow down, they gon’ think that I’m driven
If I don’t go down, she gon’ think I hate fishin'
Chill for a minute and I was like listen, Vizzy, get in, get in, get in
Y’all motherf*ckers know I’m about to spit it straight up off the top of the dome again
How this n*gga doin' that? He be goin' in
I don’t even know, sh*t, I be just blowin' sh*t
I don’t even smoke and sh*t, how you n*gga know?
By enrollin' it, I don’t even know I got a backpack on
If you see me, take a flick of me and you n*ggas gonna blow and sh*t
‘Cause you know, pointin' at me like he gonna blow and sh*t
And them n*ggas be knowin' it
If I be doing this sh*t all around the world and sh*t, all around the globe with it
Man y’all n*ggas spit it in, I just get it in
Flow out here and manager from Switzerland, n*gga from Kansas
And y’all n*ggas whippin' it, how you motherf*ckers ain't doin' it? Gettin' it
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