J. Cole - Might Delete Later Album Lyrics Şarkı Sözleri (2024)

J. Cole - Might Delete Later Album Lyrics Şarkı Sözleri (2024)

Pricey Lyrics

(feat. Young Dro & Gucci Mane)

 

Reach my dog for his shit, get dicey

Shinin' now, you never seen a clique get icy

Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me

Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey

Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey

Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey

Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey

Nigga, you can try, but this shit-

 

Uh

Climbed up out the trenches as a shorty with intentions

To switch my whip as much as Rick and Morty switch dimensions

Never really known for dressin' gaudy, bitch, 'cause listen

Where I'm from, the bullets feed the ones that's starvin' for attention

She say, "He hella smart, I would've swore he went to Princeton"

Not quite, but it's the school of life that taught me death prevention

That's why I barely panic when the hammers, they be blammin'

No mechanics, but they snuck inside the party with wrenches

I think fast 'cause niggas that be tardy get detention

Your soul lookin' down over your body in suspension

The critics, they be on me, but they all be disingenuous

Bitch, I came up 'round addiction, seen like forty interventions

Your shit ain't addin' up, know you a phoney, checked your image

Rappin' tough, but all them niggas in your audience is bitches

And white boys mostly, niggas know a verse from Cole be like a signed Michael Jordan rookie card in mint condition

The farthest thing from harbor shit, be honest with me, listen

You know if I want it, I be John Gotti with the henchmen

Right? I mean, it's simple math, a bit of cash can get a nigga bag

But that don't make you big and bad, just mean you rich and mad

Nigga, your pillow soft, so kill the boss talk

Me to you's a cyanide pill to a lil' cough drop

This the Ville, filled of hard knocks, they sellin' hard rock

More plugs than these niggas use to fill a bald spot

And kill 'em all and fill a morgue up

I got bars forever, nigga, never will a call drop

No hammer like a mall cop

Still the hardest nigga on the planet earth from January first until the ball drop

 

Yeah, he climbed out the great Ville, that's gangster

He missed meals to make mills, that's gangster

Then came back and gave back, that's gangster

Same chick from way back, he's gangster

 

Reach my dog for his shit, get dicey

Shinin' now, you never seen a clique get icy

Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me

Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey

Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey

Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey

Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey

Nigga, you can try

 

Uh, just hit the paper and roll you a spliff, I'm lit, bitch, I'm lit

Just like the Vegas strip, blowin' through chips, I'm rich, bitch, I'm rich

David Chapelle on his latest Netflix

Go 'head, try to cancel my shit

I'll still be on stage with my hand on my dick

Seventeen thousand all jammin' my hits

These are ridiculous times

Lately, my biggest addiction been lookin' online

Where somebody's always offended, I'm sick of this cryin'

Niggas is dyin', victims of time

Self-inflicted, we sick in the mind

What's with the gossip? If you really handled your business, then you wouldn't have so much interest in mines

Breakin' news, I've officially entered my prime

Which is real interesting, this is the point where a rapper would typically start to decline

Somehow I climbed

Right when you thought I was fine, we're runnin' a little behind

Nipsey was tryin' to tell you this a marathon

Only listen to Minister Farrakhan

Oh my God, it just hit me, it's terrifyin'

I'm a star like the shit on the sheriff sign

If time was really money, I could purchase like two thousand bricks with my spare time

All praises due to my God

Dark days is too far behind

I part ways with the struggle, my hustle gon' always keep the squad paid

All labor, no off days 'cause the money don't sleep

And due to the focus, I couldn't even go broke if I spend like five hundred a week

And talk is cheap, I got a short receipt, can tell by your heart, you weak

One thing 'bout this money, it's easy to get it, but trust me, my nigga, it's hard to keep

 

Yeah, he climbed out the great Ville, that's gangster

He missed meals to make mills, that's gangster

Then came back and gave back, that's gangster

Same chick from way back, he's gangster

 

Reach my dog for his shit, get dicey

Shinin' now, you never seen a clique get icy

Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me

Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey

Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey

Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey

Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey

Nigga, you can try

 

The trials and tribulations of creation

It's a quiet theme of those in dire need of elevation

One minute, infatuation

Next minute, hatin' every statement you makin'

Constant contemplation

Yearnin' for hooks uncanny, search every nook and cranny for inspiration

Step outside for better ventilation

Smoke somethin', hope somethin' comes from the stimulation

Through it all, stay patient

Get in tune with God

For when lightnin' strikes, it's He who decides

We from a crueler side where the youth get euthanized

Small fries get suicide for movin' pies

All our blind eyes get turned from suit and ties

The truth, it lies somewhere in the middle

Of half-ass rappers and cap-ass crackers on Capital Hill

Ain't no protection for hearts that get spilled

When sharin' with this world with art can get killed

Use your discretion

To believe or not to believe? That is the question

Might Delete Later

 

Crocodile Tearz Lyrics

Uh

Yeah

Turn it all up

Powered up

I'm powered up

I'm powered up

I'm powered up

It's powered up

 

Yeah, said I was finished but I'm on another two summers

Hall of famer, hungrier than all the newcomers

Niggas swear they compare, but the truth humble

They get fucked one twelve, you couldn't do numbers

Hey, tell the label I got A's all throughout math

That mean I'm keen on the numbers and I count fast

You know it's money that you owe me, niggas phony

And I'm Joaquin Phoenix, walk the line, I'm about cash

Benjamin Button gettin' younger as the hours pass

Should do the Freshman cover twice, I'm never outclassed

It's not a rap nigga breathin' that could outlast

The Fall Off is like Hov droppin' Reasonable Doubt last

We from the South where we learn all about stashin'

Where niggas prone to shoot first and run they mouth last

And if you run your mouth, bitch, you goin' out sad

Whole clique gettin' slid on, you a mouse pad

I'm the one that niggas fear on the lowski

Heard 'em talkin' like we peers but they grossly

Mistaken and it's blatant

Crocodile tears, niggas know I'm on a tier that they don't see

My dogs only shed tears in emojis

We in another hemisphere splittin' proceeds

How dare a nigga rub his hands on this trophy?

I vividly remember who was there

 

Niggas hit my line when they want somethin'

That's a dub, it ain't love if it cost somethin'

Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'

I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'

Chopped off the top, nigga, I achieved somethin'

Drop down, bitch, let me see somethin'

Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'

I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'

 

March 16 in the fuckin' teen summit

The boys kiss ring when they see the king come in

They know I run things like the police comin'

Yes, sir, it's me, not two, not three

The uno, G-O-A-T, I need my fee, fuck kudos

G4 at least, these flights ain't cheap as you know

They sound faded, they downgraded, they Pluto

I'm bigger than Mars, this nigga a star, I'm Bruno

I'm the one they call when they want a song to a funeral

Can't fuck with broads, what y'all niggas on? Hoes Communal

I'm sendin' flawed niggas to the Lord, hm

And you know it

Two six, truth spit, I'm a poet

I move slick on 'em so they got no clue where I be, uh

Do it look like I fool with IG, bitch?

She got too many followers

Word 'round the Ville, she a real deal swallower

Niggas bite their hands, so my heart turn hollower

Talkin' bout "Holla," nah, nigga, I ain't callin' ya

 

Niggas hit my line when they want somethin'

That's a dub, that ain't love if it cost somethin'

Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'

I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'

Chopped off the top, nigga, I achieved somethin'

Drop down, bitch, let me see somethin'

Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'

I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'

 

Ready '24 Lyrics 

(feat. Cam’ron)

 

Yes (Yo, yeah)

Flee Farms, boy

(Yeah, we leave on, uh, Tuesday, we gon' fly to London)

Fuck with me, Harlem (Yeah)

I promise niggas

I guarantee it, I put my stamp of fuckin' authenticity, nigga

Ain't no nigga better than me in this fuckin' planet, I swear to God

 

Bitch, I'm on my shit again

I don't be sittin' 'round thinkin' what I could've been

I'ma do it now, I told mama I'ma do her proud

I do what I want, you niggas do what you allowed

My dog blew the loud into a cloud

These verses heinous, so of course they trainers threw in towels

Cole World, I got too much style

Designer or not, I just pulled your bitch with no line-up and Crocs

Where I'm from, fiends line up for rocks

Young niggas line up for Glocks

Talk slick, one shot, aw shit, forensics outlinin' your socks

Poor decision, mortician alpinin' your box

Raw pitchin', court vision, dishin' pounds on the block

You think you're 'bout to get this shit over-the-counter? You're not

Ain't no prescription for this shit, you can't just dial up the doc'

My nigga wicked with the wrist, he whipped it out of a pot

From a powder to rock solid, then count up the profits

You ain't gotta sell that shit no more, I got it on lock, I told you

 

Woo

Ooh, shit, nigga

 

I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot

Cole never snooze, won't even stop my alarm clock

Shout to Ryan Coog', that shit was scary to view

'Cause a nigga's worst fear is gettin' stopped by the wrong cop, uh

Or gettin' shot on his own block

That's why niggas keep the chrome cocked, my palms cocked

Homes in three different timezones, it don't stop

Olympic-level divin', bitch, I promise I won't flop, uh

This how it feel to be on top

I used to see fiends lookin' for crack like they phone dropped

So fuck what you talkin' 'bout

I aimed for the stars and hit, shit was a long shot

I'm tryna get more bread than Patrick Mahomes got

Short-term vision ain't gon' get you the long yachts

'Ville nigga, used to cash my check at the pawn shop

My second worst fear is stickin' dick in the wrong thot

'Cause child support supervision is gon' knock

It's crystal clear, bitch, I got the vision y'all don't got

 

Yes (Stupid), yes (Killa, Killa)

Here we go

I'm ready, I'm ready (Uh)

Been ready, let's go (Look)

 

Homie thought he caught him a killer, I intercepted her (Swish)

Deceptive, not at all, I wasn't with disrespectin' her

But I stood my ground, I wasn't with all the beggin' her

Know that I'm flee and nothin' I do is regular (Matter fact)

Matter fact, do you regular on the regular

With the trappers, robbers, next day, at the senator's (True)

But what do with us? (Us?), get in loop with us (Yes)

Then the coupe with us (What else?), then hit the stu' with us

You see my crew, boo? Yeah, it's only a few of us (True)

You gettin' money, honey? That'll make two of us (Woo)

Takin' what I'm supposed to get, not all, most of it

Paper tags, poppin' tags, no tag, you know I'm it

I don't know if you people noticed it

But niggas had to give me six feet before the COVID hit (Swear they did)

Or you'll be six feet deep like when I load the clip (Baow)

Early bird, and the can of worms, you opened it (True)

Still hittin' old girl (Girl), still make her toes curl (Curl)

Killa Cam and Cole World, y'all niggas ready? (Yes)

 

Huntin' Wabbitz Lyrics

Shh

Be very, very quiet

I'm huntin' wabbits

Goddamn (Uh)

 

Fuck runnin' in place, I'd never do that, my destination is runnin' the map

I run in your trap like, "Run me your work 'fore somebody get hurt," nigga, run or get clapped

I ain't cool with these dudes, I don't fuck with these dudes

I don't wanna show love, I don't wanna give dap

I just wanna kick back, take trips, make hits, make big chips, stack 'til they tall as Kristaps

Me and your squad is mismatch

Your calves ain't strong enough to follow his path

And you know the bitch bad if I brought the bitch back

Let the chick ride stick like I taught her witchcraft

Caught a whiplash when they saw the whip pass

They like, "Okay, I see you," bitch, how could you not?

I drove to CVS, copped a Plan B and I watched as she swallowed, bitch, I kid you not

Can't take no risk in this game, my money grew, but my ambition's the same

Talk to me proper, you lookin' like Q at the locker, I pop up how Bishop had came

What's up? Niggas gon' put some respect on my name

One way or another

I work the whole winter to take over summer

They late to the party 'cause they overslumbered

Don't hop it now, nigga, stay over yonder

I'm on Rodeo, I'm bummy

I'm 'bout to get fly like my layover comin'

I promise I don't feel a day over twenty

They hatin' from some far away and it's funny

I'm clappin' at niggas like they owe me money

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, click

Shit, now the clip lookin' like Chick-fil-A on a Sunday

 

He keeps killin' us, father

He keeps taking and taking

I want to-

 

Hop in the new one and let off again

Always knew we was gon' get our revenge

Aim at whoever ain't dead, I will win

You thought 'cause I'm God of this rap shit that I'd just forget all the sins?

Oh, how you wish

He dope as a hundred and ten-hour binge

Everybody say that they start at the bottom

I don't care to doubt 'em, but this how it ends, nigga

Look at you, son

Look at what you've become

This how it ends

Never see no one get this high again

Globetrotter shit, bitch, that's just how I spin

Word to my palm, bitch, I'm too locked in

I hit 'em up, bitch, I'm 2Pac twin

Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim

Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim

(That's just how I swim)

This how it ends

Never see no one get this high again

Globetrotter shit, bitch, that's just how I spin

Word to my palm, bitch, I'm too locked in

I hit 'em up, bitch, I'm 2Pac twin

Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim

Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim

 

I'm sorry

I'm so sorry for what I've done

 

H.Y.B. Lyrics

(feat. Central Cee)

 

[Intro:]

Listen, baby

I've got news

I've got bad news for you

 

[Bas:]

And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side

Bitches flock like TMZ every time we come outside

Called a Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside? Yeah

Hide your bitch, hide your wife, yeah

Bagged your bitch in my slide, yeah

Pray the dogs never die, yeah

Forty-two come alive, yeah

Hide your bitch, hide your wife

 

[J. Cole:]

I'm allergic to cap

I can't hear these niggas rap without an EpiPen

You'll never see me in Giuseppe, I find 'em tacky, look what I'm stepping in

Some shit I designed, but Italians callin' 'em Indy 5000s

Or maybe five hundred

I kick the door down, if I want it and niggas won't let me in (Uh)

My career in a nutshell, these bums never did nothin' but fail

They gon' see I'm the one when the dust settles

They gon' see I'm the one

A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, uh, M-N-O-P

That's little me in the classroom askin', "What's L?" (Uh)

I never been known to take those

Your girl saw me and her face froze

You better be lucky I'm faithful

Please test me, I ace those

My money been growin' like eight fold, uh

But you know how I hate goals

I can't tell if they turning green from the envy, or is it the fake gold? (Uh)

I move through the street one deep, I keep forgettin' I'm J. Cole

I feel like a regular nigga, I just got a very irregular bankroll

Word to Puma, I've been gettin' Pesos

My account like the end of a rainbow

Every time that I spit it's a flame throw

Me, Bas, and Cench, it's NATO

 

[Bas:]

And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side

Bitches flock like TMZ every time we come outside

Called a Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside? Yeah

Hide your bitch, hide your wife, yeah (Skrrt)

Bagged your bitch in my slide, yeah

Pray the dogs never die, yeah

Forty-two come alive, yeah

Hide your bitch, hide your wife

 

[Central Cee:]

Lord forgive me as I'm a sinner

The way that I live, I'm preparing for hell

I don't know why you're mad, you should probably thank me

'Cause I been airin' your girl

If I get some top, we can take the chase 'cause we know the area well

Thank God I'm not far off a hundred Ms, I gotta thank Ron Perry as well

I don't even know why they stepped in the ring

A few seconds in and they're throwin' the towel in

When we pull into the town, neighbours sayin', "How the hell they get them houses?"

Now I'm in some different locations, I don't even know how to pronounce them

Award shows, I bring my pouch in, I ain't even pullin' out my-

I can't get packed by TMZ, tryna fit four tings in the G63

I'ma give one ting to my bro YG, I'ma handle the rest and jeet all three

The back so big and we all gassed up, how the fuck did she fit in them Diesel jeans?

I can't compete 'cause they ain't in my league

Oh, please, it ain't even a equal beef

At least hit man in the abdominal, bro, it don't even count if below the knee

Block life, chillin' with a horrible ho, she gonna get down and blow the team

Me and the guys was borrowing clothes, like, "Bro, let me hold that coat this week"

Now it's after hours, I've shutdown Harrods, I bring out the AmEx and go on a spree

 

[Bas:]

And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side

Bitches flock like TMZ every time we come outside

Called a Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside? Yeah

Hide your bitch, hide your wife, yeah

Bagged your bitch in my slide, yeah

Pray the dogs never die, yeah

Forty-two come alive, yeah

Hide your bitch, hide your wife

 

Fever Lyrics

Hey, Jermaine

I know you're on the road

I know you're on your best rapper alive shit

But I hope you're doing good

And I hope you ain't forget about me

Because I'm thinking about you

And I hope you come to the Ville soon

Alright, hit me up

 

I love her and I need her

She keeps givin' me fever, fever, yeah

Like blowin' on sativa

She keeps takin' me deeper, deeper, yeah

It's all ups and downs I found

When she comes around, she be givin' me fever, fever, uh

Now go throw the past away

We ain't guaranteed to see a better day, better day, uh

 

Got a new deal, just ran a train on a label

They not real and so they came with some fables

Without a chain, them boys plain as a bagel

I'm from the Ville, they sellin' 'caine if they able

I play the middle, I never hustled or nothin'

But I got lit, now I got the customers jumpin'

I'm on the road and, yeah, I'm thinkin' about you

Runnin' through hoes and now you think I forgot you

How could I do that? All that vibe you had

All that fight you had on you

I want them but I want you too

How can both those things be true?

 

Ooh, when can I see you? (True)

Ooh, when can I see you?

Ooh, when can I see you?

Ooh, when can I see you? (True)

 

I love her and I need her

She keeps givin' me fever, fever, yeah

Like blowin' on sativa

She keeps takin' me deeper, deeper, yeah

It's all ups and downs I found

When she comes around, she be givin' me fever, fever, uh

Now go throw the past away

We ain't guaranteed to see a better day, better day, uh

 

Stickz N Stonez Lyrics

Are you guys ready to party tonight?

Are you sure?

Yeah

I'm fuckin' with you, right? Okay

Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, can I get a-

Ladies and gentlemen

Hunger

Hunger

Yeah

Uh

 

They gotta hide their face

They was predictin' a nigga to fail, turns out that was not the case

I'm rockin' a mask with lots of cash, I look like I robbed a bank

Can't even rob the bank that I use, my money is not with Chase

Foreign deposit safes, I'm writtin' this shit on the private planes

Sometimes I be flyin' commercial still

These niggas get rich and become so detached, they music start havin' that surface feel

Not a subliminal, speakin' in general, feelings get hurt when words get spilled

Sticks and stones may break your bones, but sayin' my name in a verse will kill

Word to the wise, nigga, we heard all them lies before

My number ones come from albums, there is burgers and fries to go

Go against me, your odds is low

I don't even got no opps for real

Nigga, just give me my props for real

I done did everything, I'm 'bout to chill

Count the mills in cribs on top of hills

Mad chips, cash rich, my stash thick, I'm Dr. Phil

Stash thick, I'm Steve Harvey

Bad bitch, two friends, hat trick, caught three bodies

And tell 'em to go like they E-40, uh

 

Niggas don't want no smoke with me, I'm one of them ones

Tip toein' through the slums, duckin' a hundred-round drum

I took my lumps way out in Cumberland, niggas ain't hunt where I hunt

Shit, I'm up, stomach still rumblin', niggas ain't know what I done

Nigga don't want no smoke with me, I'm one of them ones

Hop on a song with whoever, I ain't duckin' no one-on-ones

Ayy, pull up the track, I'm 'bout to black, I'm goin' on a whole 'nother run

 

Yeah

Ladies and gentlemen

Uh

 

So much drama on the street, feel like the beef is random

Murder galore, turn into Thor, I gotta keep a hammer

Case weather get inclement, shots rain on the innocent, the neighbors still don't know who sent them shits, it's like a secret Santa

Me, I'm out here reachin' for a higher frequency, I plan to

Rest my feet in presidential suites or sleep in beach cabanas

Skeetin' on thousand-count sheets, I'm hittin' freaks in tandems

Bust 'em down then throw 'em in the cab like they from East Atlanta (Tonight)

How it feel to see the flyest bitch and know that he can land 'em? (Are you sure?)

Every word I speak on beats, it's guaranteed to feed the fandom (I'm fuckin' with you, right? Okay)

Weaklings wanna walk inside my sneakers, watchin' from the bleachers

Only time they'll see their roles reversed is if they lease a Phantom (Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, can I get a-)

Bad investment, but what else you had expected?

Moms was broke my whole adolescence, never had a lesson

'Cept for pawn shop hustles to times collections, had her stressin'

Bitches couldn't tell if I was poor or just bad at dressin'

It was a bit of both, when I took it up top, I took an oath, huh

I was gon' hit a lick, break bread with my dogs, and split a loaf, huh

And take over the game, make sure that my name's considered GOAT

Now I'm back home as the best in the world, The Fall Off, come and hear the growth

On God, nigga

 

Niggas don't want no smoke with me, I'm one of them ones

Tip toein' through the slums, duckin' a hundred round-drum

I took my lumps way out in Cumberland, niggas ain't hunt where I hunt

Shit, I'm up, stomach still rumblin', niggas ain't know what I done

Nigga don't want no smoke with me, I'm one of them ones

Hop on a song with whoever, I ain't duckin' no one-on-ones

Ayy, pull up the track, I'm 'bout to black, I'm goin' on a whole 'nother run

 

Ladies and gentlemen

Ladies and-

 

Pi Lyrics

(feat. Daylyt & Ab-Soul)

 

Know what I'm sayin'

Lights off, lights goin', know what I'm sayin'?

Haha, uh

So soulful, don't you agree?

I do, yeah

Is it a room full of, full of mirrors or a room full of Motown? I don't know

Shoutout to Zordon, if you know, you know

(She makes the rain fall from my eyes) Yo

Ayy

You know that I do belie— (Man)

 

The criteria for this tier is just a open pride

Hope and cries, but so can I

I drop the unprovoken crimes

Pray to the heaven, God, with no disguise

We roll the dice and hope the soul unties

Reap the fruit with no bow tie

Sensitive Pisces, still thuggin', baby, ain't 'fraid to cry

Skinny, biggy, lens is tinted, ain't got no lazy eye

Heart of gold, almost sold it in Saudi Arabia

Quill told me the clouds ain't real, God gotta paint the sky

So I'm a student of Sophia Stewart, the Matrix ain't a lie

Tainted Gods fall from the sky

Tie in inception

When you wake inside this dream, you a weapon

Step in the cypher, know the beef real

Your life at stake, ages with each meal

Real estate of mind, you need equity? Let the beat build

Poison in my cup, I need to refill

I feel it in my gut, you niggas meek still

I inherit the Earth

Like three wise men pulled up to cherish my birth

They placed me in a manger, wasn't that major at first

But what a mess I'll leave, I'm the savior at work

I ain't sayin' I'm Jesus

Got the job of the messiah, Ty and Joe, we block all devils

Get y'all shovels, can ya dig it?

We gon' riot if y'all pick it

Sign of danger, oh, we anger from my past, can't get past that

We the last batch and the cause installed, we got Black facts

Grow a spinal cord or backtrack

The homies call me Batman, I'm the African Ben Affleck

Publishin' some other shit, like is something up with ASCAP?

It's training day, don't get your ass capped

Givenchy snapback with the rindstones, you ain't never had that

Was at Saks Fifth with Doe, that's a double entendre

Everything I say is dope, is this a microphone or contra?

Bands in my pocket

See what they told Malcolm X to do with his hands?

That shit was out of pocket

Picked up shotguns that came in handy, wasn't no plan B

Kid gone, who can fuck with him? Knew them shots would muzzle him

Knew the blocks would puzzle him

Let' go stupid because of him

Shells fallin' like Nephilim

Gilgamesh, who can fuck with him? (Perfect)

 

Oh, y'all thought we was done wit' em? Huh

Y'all must be stupid, we finna go dumb on 'em

Just keep your ears open like Dumbo and them

Good luck to them, it's up for them

Piece of the pie edge, we gon' crumble 'em

Three fourteen on the guy head when we rumble 'em

Hahaha, on second thought, that's enough for them

Nah, you gotta chill, bro (Hahaha)

 

She makes a tear fall from my eye

Ah, man, I wish it was the rain

You gotta reach out to them

She makes the rain fall from my eye

 

Uh, prayer hands for the land where they sprayin' pellets

And turning your mans to an angelic

Being and freeing him from this crammed, hellish hole

The weather's cold from jealous souls that fanned fellas

I danced as well as Chris Breezy when the bullets start strayin' careless

I won't let him Swiss cheese me, got plans that I can't fail at

Seen plenty bodies trembling, resembling Cam Reddish

So full of potential, but never given a real chance to develop

My head envelops the pen, these ain't fan letters I craft

His album dropped, it was trash

I litter it like I can't spell it

Is you a demon or is that demeanor for the 'Gram? Tell us

They plead the fifth, I'm seeing hints of a trans fella

In cancel culture's vicinity, he's no killer, trust me

Beneath his chosen identity, there is still a pussy, period

Blood spillin' monthly, rather weekly as a myriad of bodies drop

Where bricks get karate chopped to maximize the dojo, comprende

I wonder, will my friends make it past the pearly gates, so we could kick it

But based on what their sins say, probably not

Hit lick after lick like a lollipop

You niggas take a lie detect', the polygraph'll probably pop

You know my zone, I live here at the top

Right now, I'm home alone, Macaulay cot

I keep the shotty cocked in 'case somebody plot to rob me of this godly spot

Jermaine monstrous

Like that nigga off Jumanji, they know how he rock

All these bodies I done caught, I should probably stop

Nah, fuck that, I willingly venture into a den full of lions

On some kill or be sent to a funeral home facility

To test my ability with this thrilling agenda

But it's hard to meet my match when my raps ain't really that tender

Since birth, the kid knew his worth

Never wallowed in sorrow, the game he dispersed

In these verses, bring a gillie potential, a milli' from pencils

Never will my ability cripple

Now please, hold yo' L like you guardin' Philly's young center

Quick to leave a chick curved

It's only one of me, but bet it's like six hers

In my mobile device, you feel the motive in these quotables, right?

Cole is the nicest, but ain't shit about these vocals polite

Focusin' like bifocals while I'm walkin' on tightropes from a height

You folks'll only get this scope from a flight

How many "Verses Of The Year" this year is Cole gonna write? Uh

 

You know that I do believe, she

She makes a tear fall from my eye

Falling, I

You know that I do believe, she, I

 

Stealth Mode Lyrics

[J. Cole:]

Yeah, uh

 

We don't do sparklers

We give specific instructions to bring out the bottles in stealth mode

I'm hearing there's rats in the building

They saying it's not up to par with the health code

I feel like that's none of my business

Nigga be steadily giving opinions

On shit that don't even concern 'em

I got a lot to get off of my sternum

 

I been considerin' extending an olive branch

Building bridges with niggas that burned 'em

Like life too short to hold on to things

When Los was calling my line I stared at the screen whenever the phone would ring

Wish I could've said goodbye even now might cry while I'm writing this poem to sing

Life is a crazy thing

Look how I got cut from the team, now I own the team

Just a little piece, I ain't tryna make a scene

Like it's something it's not, my whole regime

It's up in the spot

Carefully watched by dozens of thots

Fuck it, I'll just have a couple of shots

Take off the edge and get out my head

When you up at the top it's a coveted spot

 

We don't do sparklers

We give specific instructions to bring out the bottles in stealth mode

I'm hearing there's rats in the building

They saying it's not up to par with the health code

I feel like that's none of my business

Nigga be steadily giving opinions

On shit that don't even concern 'em

I got a lot to get off of my sternum

 

I got a lot to get off of my sternum

I got a lot to get off of my sternum (Yeah)

Bas, you should come right here

 

[Bas:]

Niggas talking a whole lot of bullshit and calling it guidance

I been in my mode, I'm not gonna hold you

I doubled my commas

I cycled through hoes, I guess I'm the lotus

Get head while I'm driving

You blow up a phone, we didn't even notice

'Cause we was just vibing

Niggas talking a whole lot of bullshit and calling it guidance

I been in my mode, I'm not gonna hold you

I doubled my commas

I cycled through hoes, I guess I'm the lotus

Get head while I'm driving

You blow up a phone, we didn't even notice

'Cause we was just vibing

 

We was just vibing

We was just vibing

 

3001 Lyrics

What I need with ten cars? I can't drive but one

This for my niggas listening in 3001

As I'm writin' through this song, this world's gone insane

I know you feel me 'cause I bet that shit still ain't changed

I'm on a mission for this chicken, I'ma kill everything

I'm stackin' for a rainy day and it still ain't rained

Why niggas never open up? The answer had me chokin' up

It ain't enough words around to reveal they pain

 

I'm holdin' on tight to what it feel like to live a peaceful life

Since ridin' a bike, all that I ever knew was beef and strife

Goin' to sleep at night, prayin' that God release the stress

Now I'm on G4 jets across the seas to decompress

My recent checks, how much you think? Hm, decent guess

They growin' more eager, "Cole, who you gon' kill on a feature next?"

Who would you suggest? My nigga just told me the streets a myth

And he's perplexed, they tellin' on people like the teacher's pet

He took a pull of his weed, he high as the trees where eagles nest

I started chiefin' less and less, it had my cerebral vexed

Too many blessings to be depressed

Went from too stressed to being blessed

Now, my new recipe's just keep that fuck shit from my desk

I don't want shit but my breath, I don't want shit but my fam'

Thought I used superglue, nigga, how this gun stick to my hand

I don't even tote no pistol, but that shit sounded so hard

Plus, I don't give a fuck about lyin' once I learned these niggas fraud

I'm finna burn these niggas, dawg

Bring me that urn-ee, nigga, char

Cole, I'ma send 'em to crossroads with the lost souls

I saw Nia Long quote

I would've poked, back when my heart cold

Give her three or four strokes

Then I'm onto the next, shit like a par four

I'm a raw-ass nigga, 6'4", tall-ass nigga

With a sick flow, y'all ask Jigga

How much did the kid gross for that label

Paid dues, had to pay dude for my masters, but I'm grateful

Shit, business is business

I'm in the Ville, the windows is tinted

Keeping my dick in my britches, y'all get to the bitches

Me, I'ma get to this money and split with the missus

Nigga, this vicious, and I'm the truth

All of these niggas fictitious

Look at Jermaine, still runnin' the game

Damn, this physical fitness

Fuck with me, man

 

What I need with ten cars? I can't drive but one

This for my niggas listening in 3001

As I'm writin' through this song, this world's gone insane

I know you feel me 'cause I bet that shit still ain't changed

I'm on a mission for this chicken, I'ma kill everything

I'm stackin' for a rainy day and it still ain't rained

Why niggas never open up? The answer had me chokin' up

It ain't enough words around to reveal they pain

 

Trae The Truth In Ibiza Lyrics

Yeah

Nigga done got spoiled off these fuckin' PJ's

I'm not-, It's not like I'm too good to fly commercial, that shit just-

It's a hassle at this point, you know what I mean?

Yeah

 

At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp

Got my grip and I never proceed to slip

Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped

Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip

Walk in front of the judge and plead the fifth

I'm a legend but it ain't no need for myth

Better get you a visa, he's a trip

I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit

 

Niggas ain't 'bout to outwork me

Go to sleep late, still wakin' up early

Look at my belly, I'm hungry

Y'all niggas desperate and thirsty

You can't even tell there's a difference

Hungry is when you're relentless

Even when one of your idols look dead in your face and he tell you, "You can't" and you know that he meant it

But when you Cole, you attempt it

Come, let me show you a template

I had to grow out the concrete

I had to stroll through the trenches, uh

I had to stroll through the trenches

 

At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp (Temp)

Got my grip and I never proceed to slip (Slip)

Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped (Clipped)

Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip

Walk in front of a judge and plead the fifth

I'm a legend but it ain't no need for myth

Better get you a visa, he's a trip

I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit

I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit

Yeah, that's my nigga

I had trae the truth in Ibiza lit

 

I can't do edibles

My head is spinnin' too much

Fell off the pedestal

And I'm never gettin' back up

Done tryna to be perfect, that shit is exhausting

An infinite force that nitpicking niggas get lost in

I'm scribbilin' thoughts, my pencil is sharpening

Trust in my pen, been tryna limit the crossing

The best part of makin' the cake is lickin' the frosting

And Barry been sayin' he love when I spit like a dark skin

And you know what he mean

I got a thirty-four waist

I had a forty jeans

Somehow I still got too big for my britches and tore the seams

There go my Achilles heel

Been tryna do everything

Thank God for my nigga Eem

What would I do with no team?

I wouldn't do anything

I would just sit on this music and hold it

Waiting for some perfect moment

Wondering why it ain't came

Meanwhile the world done changed

Suddenly songs I was loving last year don't feel the same

Somebody feel my pain

Please, somebody say I changed

All these years done passed, I hope I ain't still the same

All of these songs I'm on, ain't nobody kill Jermaine

Isn't that rather strange?

I wrote a number of bad refrains

But isn't that life, dude?

Make a few hits but you gotta live with the strikes too

Instead of pretending I'm an incredible nigga, just let 'em hear all of it

The good, the bad, the ugly, the strong, the weak, it's me

The nigga that thought of it

All the portrayals of anything different or fraudulent

You wanna tap into your greatness, well this is the starter kit

The Fall Off, how many bullets can fit in the cartridges

I'm lettin' 'em off on intentions to rip through your cartilage

My nigga just told me, "You trippin' for thinkin' of callin' quits,"

 

No love

Though it is good for real?

I'm just sittin' here to myself

The fuck was I ever doin' here?

Fresh out the hospital bed, one to the back

Arm in a sling

And in the same breath, I'm in Ibiza

I ain't never fathomed seeing another side of this shit

I know you felt the same

Remember we used to pray for it but hell

Look at ya', bro

People speak greatness these days when the name get mentioned

But what is greatness?

Nah, nigga we lit

Iconic, haha

It ain't over 'til we tap out

Cole, you better make these niggas feel you

We've seen 'em come

We've seen 'em go

From the Come Up to the Fall Off

And even when we fall off, we don't fall off, nigga

 

7 Minute Drill Lyrics

Yeah

Turn it up

Yeah, turn the vocal up

Uh

 

Light work like it's PWC

It's a cold world, keep the heat under your seat

I got a phone call, they say that somebody dissin'

You want some attention, it come with extensions

My dog like, "Say the word," he on bullshit, he itchin'

Done put in so much work in these streets, he got pension

I told him chill out, how I look havin' henchman?

If shots get to poppin', I'm the one doin' the clenchin'

 

I came up in the 'Ville, so I'm good when it's tension

He still doin' shows, but fell off like the Simpsons

Your first shit was classic, your last shit was tragic

Your second shit put niggas to sleep, but they gassed it

Your third shit was massive and that was your prime

I was trailin' right behind and I just now hit mine

Now I'm front of the line with a comfortable lead

How ironic, soon as I got it, now he want somethin' with me

Well, he caught me at the perfect time, jump up and see

Boy, I got here off of bars, not no controversy

Funny thing about it, bitch, I don't even want the prestige

Fuck the Grammys 'cause them crackers ain't never done nothin' for me, ho

Slugs took my nigga's soul, drugs took another one

The rap beef ain't realer than the shit I seen in Cumberland

He averagin' one hard verse like every thirty months or somethin'

If he wasn't dissin', then we wouldn't be discussin' 'em

Lord, don't make me have to smoke this nigga 'cause I fuck with him

But push come to shove, on this mic, I will humble him

I'm Nino with this thing, this that New Jack City meme

Yeah, I'm aimin' at G-Money, cryin' tears before I bust at him

 

Light work like it's PWC

It's a cold world, keep the heat under your seat

I got a phone call, they say that somebody dissin'

You want some attention, it come with extensions

My dog like, "Say the word," he on bullshit, he itchin'

Done put in so much work in these streets, he got pension

I told him chill out, how I look havin' henchman?

If shots get to poppin', I'm the one doin' the- (Conductor, conductor, conductor)

 

I got mixed feelings 'bout these fuckin' rap niggas

It's over for that cap, the official cap peelers

Two-six, we don't at niggas, we get at niggas

Shoot a nigga lights out, yeah, my dogs stat fillers

Stat stuffers, triple double, get your ass black duffled

Body bag, body bag, body bag

Cold world, you ain't strapped up for pilates class

Get a nigga stretched if I feel the disrespect, uh

Your arms might be too short to box with the God

Who live his life without the pressures of a constant facade

I pray for peace, but if a nigga cease these positive vibes

A Falcon 9 inside my pocket, bitch, this rocket gon' fly

Now it's poppin' outside like the top of July

My text flooded with the hunger for a toxic reply

I'm hesitant, I love my brother, but I'm not gonna lie

I'm powered up for real, that shit would feel like swattin' a fly

Four albums in twelve years, nigga, I can divide

Shit, if this is what you want, I'm indulgin' in violence

Put pictures in my home, aim the chrome at your eyelids

Fly pebbles at your dome, we the Stone Temple Pilots

This is merely a warning shot to back niggas down

Back in the town where they whippin' work and traffickin' pounds

My jack jumpin' 'bout a rapper makin' blasphemous sounds

Switchin' sides like the tassle on the cap and the gown

I'm fully loaded, nigga, I can drop two classics right now

 

Hah, let me chill out, man (Conductor)

The Fall Off on the way, nigga