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J. COLE - Return to Simba Lyrics

In my freshest Js, I ainÂ’t slept in days
Girl, you gonÂ’ make me late undressinÂ’ me
Know you ainÂ’t seen me since yesterday
But, see, I got a date with destiny
‘Cause this the summer that our life change
Hov asked me, “Is you ready for it?”
I looked around at all his nice things
Told him, “Nigga, you already know it”

Bitch, IÂ’m the man of the year
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight through this bitch (Yeah)
Bitch, IÂ’m the man of the year

What you ‘sposed to do when the OG niggas don’t get it?
Lost what was once theirs but they wonÂ’t quit it
Homie, itÂ’s a new era, middle finger to the suit-wearers
Lemme show you how to move in a room
For the dudes that donÂ’t got a fuckinÂ’ clue how to do this
Prolly worked with Cube, so to them, this a Rubik
My President is black, but my jewelerÂ’s still Jewish
So you know it cost, he makinÂ’ a killinÂ’ off me
Red diamonds he designinÂ’ got me shininÂ’
Spotlight cover my body, my chain blindinÂ’
A cop light runner, they wanna but canÂ’t find him
Me and Hovi Hov, out on the same island
Took the whip to the other side of Jamaica
Seen how he was livin’, said “I gotta get my weight up”
Formulated my plan, motivated by dreams
Parlayed witÂ’ my mans, motivated my team
Ced said, “Look, my niggas, we got a foot in”
BeinÂ’ good is good, thatÂ’ll get you Drew Gooden
But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footinÂ’
CanÂ’t guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden
Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris Farley
So like him, youÂ’ll be gone too early
Mama hands together like 6:30
And Cole keep a thick bitch I like to call Big Shirley
All my Â’90s niggas is gonÂ’ get it
18 and under, thatÂ’s prolly gonÂ’ take a minute
IÂ’ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me
IÂ’ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me
At the time of this rhyme, five years Â’til I know thirty
Cole World in the summer brings snow flurries
This next shit is in no way to boast
But my city love breakfast, Â’cause niggas had toast early
Coach had us doinÂ’ jumpinÂ’ jacks
Then sent us to the water fountain after runninÂ’ laps
My nigga went and grabbed his bookbag, threw it on his back
And brought it to me just to show me he was fuckinÂ’ strapped
We was twelve years old, how was we to know better?
I analyzed his life and see that he was so set up
Live by the trigger, Â’cause no father figure
Means you donÂ’t got a nigga cominÂ’ Â’round to guide a nigga
All you got is mama bringinÂ’ home these rotten niggas
BlowinÂ’ reefers, all the teachers do is ride a nigga
So this is who I speak foÂ’
To give the young niggas somethinÂ’ they could reach foÂ’
You better dream, boy
Yeah, I stunt, but IÂ’m a liÂ’l more realer
When it come from the heart, donÂ’t it feel moÂ’ iller?
Watch my flow go bananas, IÂ’m a liÂ’l gorilla
So pardon me, man, yÂ’all gonÂ’ have to pardon me
They say I rep that ‘Ville too much, but that shit just a part of me
ItÂ’s flowinÂ’ out through my arteries, who hard as me? You JV, IÂ’m varsity
No field trip, ainÂ’t hard to see, this real shit, you R&B
Seen a movie witÂ’ yoÂ’ bitch in it, and listen it, was starrinÂ’ me
(Woo!) That boy Simba crazy
Hotter that Ike Turner temper, you December, maybe
And though you wish me well, I know deep down you wish IÂ’d fail
ItÂ’s Judgment Day, IÂ’m here to give you pussy niggas hell
And some food for thought, I can serve a plate
WitÂ’ dessert to take, witÂ’ dessert to take
Yeah, I heard the hate, but the wait is fuckinÂ’ over
ItÂ’s like IÂ’m fuckinÂ’ Oprah, well worth the wait
Maybe over your head, IÂ’m ahead of my time
Niggas scared of my future, I know they dreadinÂ’ my prime
‘Cause I only made classics, now what that take? Timing
Cole under pressure, what that make? Diamonds
(Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamondsÂ…)




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