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J. COLE - 2014 Forest Hills Drive Freestyle Lyrics

Ay, yo listen, fuck it
Then do it now, halla of my7 niggas
You survive use a lie
Fallow me around and use to roab me
A different between you and I
You posing, but how am I to move on and
Money come and (?) the newest model
You cool as halla
That type of niggas how got it deep it his swallow
The girl told me to shut her in her face, she a suicidal
Oh shut up, you niggas are close and fore it up
I’m from the ville, niggas to kill
Now won’t go afford
Thank God I made my niggas to grow up
Now we crazy over there with they how told us dugouts
Mores lust must get the money blows up
Put the hoer stop into doe drops
I won’t stop go the cliff off the old block
I’m from the city when niggas hold glocks, you looking like old socks
Gas petrol, life plotting on the (?)
Riding when they know they (?) probably you resting
Nigga get upon this, kill the nigga get promoted
Shit, this crazy girls getting baby for they get diplomas
So much, I just go nuts, niggas told me to slow up
Never that, try to get with that, try and that
Y’all wanna hear me
Always someone to get what you need homie
See this life probably in jail
Niggas can’t denied fast and you left they send you to chill like that
That is something you cna sell a pop bag niggas don’t like bragging in nine eleven
High jack nigga get after you wipe nigga strip
Want it all, eyes on your wistel and (?)
The shit happens I ain’t just rapping
Believe that you (?) in my city police won’t even go
Keep it like that it ain’t no secret cuz my ego is so (?) got me zipping like I’m dizo like I’m DBO
Nigga know my stylo, I ain’t twinkling, I ain’t wiping
This ain’t funny no more
Louie slow it down, low I down yo
Your son came ‘bout that room and you a star warning
The real recognize, real you got in form
My bitch run on flame, bitch you are all scoring

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