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How Did I Get Here Lyrics By Offset Featuring J Cole

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    uh nobody you know what i’m sayin’ nobody nobody thought a nigga would be right here though you know
    that shit make like that shit make that shit make a difference in me and you
    you was supposed to be here nigga
    nigga i wasn’t ‘posed to be in this motherfucker
    man you know what i’m sayin’
    give all the glory to god and hard work
    but you niggas gotta respect this shit you know what i’m sayin’
    i’m straight from the

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    where i’m at where where i go how how did i get here how did i get here
    walk around with a smithfield smithfield
    i’m from the south had a gold grill gold grill
    remember doin’ shows in mobile mobile
    go against me and it’s roadkill roadkill
    wakin’ up to see the sunrise sunrise
    i turned five i got baptized baptized
    we was livin’ up in college park college park
    midnight heard the gunfight gunfight
    playin’ football at forest park forest park
    gresham park where your moment get defined get defined
    the story of my life the life
    way before i ever wrote a rhyme way before
    have you ever done time time
    lookin’ at my kids through the blinds blinds
    confinement mind confinement
    how you feelin’ when you face a dime time
    the truth be told told
    i’m supposed to be locked up and dead cold cold
    in the mind of an old he cold white man the black man soul

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    felt like i was born on mars mars
    everybody starin’ too hard starin’
    they didn’t really think i was a star they didn’t really
    then i fucked around beat the odds fucked around
    how did i get right here how did i
    neck wrist on chandelier chandelier
    made me wanna drop some tears tears
    thankin’ god that i switched gears whooo
    i’m from another lightyear i’m a martian martian
    onethird of a human just partial one third
    i’m the sergeant the captain the marshal serge
    i start to barf it was too much potion
    too fast everything in slow motion
    i get the cash and my money keep grossin’ get the cash
    popped a bottle champagne we toastin’
    suicide doors on the coupe when they open skrrt
    they didn’t believe in me nah
    check the stats number one you see you see
    i bet my haters can’t breathe
    nigga don’t even compare to me nah
    street niggas we rare unique we rare
    we can fuck ’em by the pair by the three by the pair
    chopper soundin’ like a snare in a beat like a snare
    i’m from the a i love your ass it’s a peach peach
    where i’m from niggas cash don’t lease cash
    where i’m from the stick’s on the backseat stick sticks
    where i’m from police put you six feet
    a lot of bums and they sleepin’ on the street bums
    yeah yeah that’s at home yeah
    nigga go back to your fam’ where you dead wrong go back
    miss my dawg dead and gone miss him
    i can hear his voice telling me don’t go alone pistol
    yeah the money can’t fix that nah
    dirty money had to rinse that dirty money
    i try my hardest not to look back i try
    not too long ago a nigga would’ve took that gimme that
    this for my niggas had to cook packs cook cook
    million dollar trap fall ’cause of one rat rats
    yeah ain’t no comin’ back yeah
    how i made it out the jungle yeah without a scratch hey

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    where i’m at where where i go how how did i get here how did i get here
    walk around with a smithfield smithfield
    i’m from the south had a gold grill gold grill
    remember doin’ shows in mobile mobile
    go against me and it’s roadkill roadkill
    wakin’ up to see the sunrise sunrise
    i turned five i got baptized baptized
    we was livin’ up in college park college park
    midnight heard the gunfight gunfight
    playin’ football at forest park forest park
    gresham park where your moment get defined get defined
    the story of my life the life
    way before i ever wrote a rhyme way before
    have you ever done time time
    lookin’ at my kids through the blinds blinds
    confinement mind confinement
    how you feelin’ when you face a dime time
    the truth be told told
    i’m supposed to be locked up and dead cold cold
    in the mind of an old he cold white man the black man soul

    j cole
    baptized at first baptist church
    the pastor name was reverend johnson okay
    chastised his shirt and matchin’ shoes
    but had to front it never bothered him okay
    hurt his pride but he swallowed it okay
    dirt is all that he spotted
    and in the dirty south where bodies pilin’ up
    so high they block the birds and rerouted ’em damn
    plenty murderers had observers but
    you never heard a peep out of them
    so many funerals it ain’t enough numerals to keep count of them woah
    look i’m just settin’ the scene
    back when i stared at the phone as i’m lettin’ it ring
    another collector they leave us a message
    my mama in deficit must intervene
    i bust out the seams i’m gettin’ too big for these britches now
    i invest in the dream i’m destined for green
    i got superstar dick for these bitches now
    i got superstar dick for these bitches now
    and i think about that when i dig ’em out
    when i dig ’em out when i dig ’em out

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    where i’m at where where i go how how did i get here how did i get here
    walk around with a smithfield smithfield
    i’m from the south had a gold grill gold grill
    remember doin’ shows in mobile mobile
    go against me and it’s roadkill roadkill
    wakin’ up to see the sunrise sunrise
    i turned five i got baptized baptized
    we was livin’ up in college park college park
    midnight heard the gunfight gunfight
    playin’ football at forest park forest park
    gresham park where your moment get defined get defined
    the story of my life the life
    way before i ever wrote a rhyme way before
    have you ever done time time
    lookin’ at my kids through the blinds blinds
    confinement mind confinement
    how you feelin’ when you face a dime time
    the truth be told told
    i’m supposed to be locked up and dead cold cold
    in the mind of an old he cold white man the black man soul

    Artist: Offset Featuring J Cole

    Year: 2019

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 624