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j cole – back to the topic lyrics


“back to the topic”

carolina blue kicks, pedal to the metal
feeling like a puppet and the devil is geppetto
letter to the ghetto, hold your head high
you can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie
i want a little dark, i like to f-ck a tan line
go on, look for a better n-gg-: girl you can’t find
fine young man with an old man mind
no time for the tickle, f-ck the whole mankind
“aw, no ma’am” i’m an old land mine
i been waiting to blow up for a long d-mn time
now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest
carolina’s savior, marijuana blazer
only on occasion cause my mind be racin’
lost in my thoughts so my eyes be asian
thinking how these rap n-gg-s gotta be fakin’
whole style obviously copied, pasted
plagiarized swag, may arrive last
but when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them
way that i describe it, prescribe a n-gg- medicine
what that i be fly i be higher than the jet-a-sons
moving on up, n-gg- higher than the jeffersons
all about the benjamins. bad chicks? send em in
basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house
hatin’ n-gg-s? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out
what you talking about? lil man
my sh-t hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan
i’m ill enough to kill cancer: baby, i’m chemo
down in miami and i throw like marino
get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle
no, not on top but down there
she say she want to hop on top, “girl, i don’t care”
you better get yours fore i reach mine
cause then i’m throwing peace signs
if you a freak, i can take you to your peak
girl i do it to the maximum: nissan
and i hope you a believer
i’m quarterbacking, trying to get you open like receivers
far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader
of the new n-gg-s, to tell the truth i’m only f-cking with a few n-gg-s
if that, the rest of you n-gg-s get lapped, i sit back
and reflect on the rap game, i came
from out of nowhere
n-gg-, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare
got n-gg-s shouting out “the ‘ville, i gotta go there”
boy don’t you know you get shot over there?
i say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair
a bunch of backstabbing n-gg-s, hope the knife ain’t there
a bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there
yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made her right
but my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head
hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed
d-mn i’m no good, but d-mn it’s so good
i’m picturing that body like a camera phone would
something like rihanna while i’m up in that v-g-n-
type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer
i could give a f-ck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her
got the type of b-mp that make a dog wanna hump
back to the topic, actually forgot it
hoes, money, i’m the sh-t…oh yeah, i’m reminded
the way i put the words together, cleverly align em
these other rap n-gg-s should never be a problem
and i’m ghost