yeah we back
back in mohammed crib nigga top floor
the back room with just the one little small window nigga
the light be comin’ through it in the morning
oldass walls and shit
but it’s just like i remember just like i wanted it
yeah i’m workin’
yeah i’m workin’ nigga
verse
look it’s the return of the mr burn suckers
not herpes infested just perfectly blessed with
a style that you can’t f with protection recommended
cause cole the definition of a weapon that can end it
you know mass destruction when i mash the button
i take your favorite major rapper left him independent
cryin’ in the corner
cause i ain’t into sorta kinda dissin’ niggas
i’m borderline addicted to slaughter
line up niggas in order
of who you think can really fuck with me most
then i tuck the heat close if he don’t duck then he ghost
ain’t no need for discussion
if they weren’t talkin’ ’bout the bread these motherfuckers be toast
clap at the fake deep rappers
the og gatekeep rappers
the wouldyoutakeabreakplease rappers
bunch of words and ain’t sayin’ shit i hate these rappers
especially the amateur eight week rappers
lil’ whatever just another short bus rapper
fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers
napoleon complex you this tall rappers
get exposed standin’ next to 6’4 rappers
the streets don’t fuck with you you pitchfork rappers
chosen by the white man you hit store rappers
i reload the clip then i hit more rappers with that
straight shittin’ on these pisspoor rappers i’m back
never knew a nigga that was better
revenue i’m good at gettin’ cheddar
reminisce on days i didn’t eat
if it’s meant to be then it’ll be
if it’s not then fuck it i’ma try
ain’t no need to ask the father why no
cause one day everybody gotta die
one day everybody gotta die oh
one day everybody gotta die
one day everybody gotta die my nigga my nigga
Artist: J Cole
Year: 2016
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 203