J. Cole


[Verse 1 : J Cole]
f*ck it, aye
Do or Die, new arrival
Holla at my n*ggas
You survive you's alive, yo
Now either you follow me and ride, or you’s a rival
The difference between you and I is you a model, you posing
But who am I though?
The mulatto out for that lotto
Money coming soon, the newest model
Your crew is hollow
The type of n*ggas gobble di*k, chew and swallow
Your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal
Oh shucks, you n*ggas is closed, you fold up
I'm from the Ville, n*ggas get killed over four bucks
Thank God we made it, my n*ggas, we grown up
Now we crazy over that bread, call us the "dough-nuts" uh
More sl*ts once the money blows up
But them hoes stop if the dough drops
I won't stop though, a chip off the ole’ block
I'm from a city where n*ggas hold blocks
Leave you looking like old socks, damn
Cops patrol blocks, spotting on us
The boys is rotten, I know they want us
Probably arrest a n*gga, get a bonus
You kill a n*gga, get promoted
sh*t is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas
So much I just go nuts
n*ggas telling me
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