j cole - goin off lyrics
(-prod. by j. cole)
f-ck it-
ay,
do or die, new arrival,
holla at my n-gg-s,
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-gg-s got more d-ck, chew and swallow.
your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal,
oh shucks, you n-gg-s is closed, you fold up.
i’m from the ville, n-gg-s get killed over four bucks,
thank god we made it, my n-gg-s, 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 ‘ol block.
i’m from a city where n-gg-s hole blocks,
leave you looking like old socks, d-mn,
cops patrol blocks, spotting on us,
the boys is rotten, i know they want us,
probably arrest a n-gg-, get a bonus,
you kill a n-gg-, get promoted,
sh-t is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas,
so much i just go nuts,
n-gg-s telling me slow up,
remember that,
i’m tryna get where that cheddar at,
y’all don’t hear me,
always somebody that don’t want you getting cheese, yo,
this whole bullsh-t is like tom and jerry,
i’m kinda very raw, n-gg-s can’t deny facts,
if you black they sending you to jail or iraq,
honor is something you can’t sell or buy back,
n-gg-s don’t like bragging, they 9-11 fly cats,
hijack n-gg-s, “get up out your whip n-gg-, strip!
i want it all- ice on your wrists and the kicks, ”
this sh-t happens, i ain’t just rapping, believe it yo,
they got streets in the city police won’t even go,
peep it though, uh,
it ain’t no secret, n-gg-s beefing cause my ego so big,
it got me speaking like i’m diesel, like i’m devil, oh,
n-gg-s know my stylo, i ain’t tweaking, i am lethal though,
have your daddy looking for you,
this ain’t finding nemo though.
let me slow it down, dumb it down, y’all warned,
the son came up out that womb, yo, a star is born.
if real recognize real, y’all are foreign,
my team run a play on your b-tch and we all scoring, yea!
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