J. COLE - Cosmic Kev Freestyle Lyrics
J. Cole – Cosmic Kev Freestyle
It took me all day to find some inspiration
It just hit me like a ton of bricks no renovation
Problem with the game now, there aint no innovation
I see my shit all in your shit, we call that imitation
And they say thatÂ’s flattering but I aint flattered at all
Matter fact yÂ’all need to practice that more
See my man Nate, ask me if I gain weight, I said nah
My pockets got fatter, thatÂ’s all
Money was an issue but now that thatÂ’s solved, I ball, I ball
Like Kobe in the fall
Put trophies on my wall, rather trophies on my man
And dog, my shows be off the handle
Take the proceeds, go to gamble, ha
Bet it all black, and pray I quadruple my salary
If I win maybe then I can pay Sallie Mae
Told her I be dealing with some real life shit
She be asking when, bitch, when I feel like it
Cole World, Cole life, Cole blooded
I be on my shit and look at all the hoes love it
Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club staring at me
How that feel? Very happy
Cole World, Boy, check the degreeÂ’s
These lil n-ggas is trash go and get the Febreeze
ThatÂ’s why I blew up on you suckaÂ’s all thats left is debris
One soldierÂ’s all thatÂ’s left is fatigues
Act like you know me boy, IÂ’m Kobe
How the f-ck you gon step in my league
Rapping bout bullshit, your message fatigue
Played out, phoney n-gga probably only got arrested for weed
and out here talking that dime shit
Dom Perignon shit
Not gon cut it like some scissors on my lawn shit
Grown cause I own shit
This is what you wonÂ’t get
Game so cold, bring the blizzard to the Palms
IÂ’m a wizard, IÂ’m a don and I put this on my mom
IÂ’m offended, IÂ’m appalled
If yÂ’all ainÂ’t bowing
Claim you a monster but yÂ’all aint growling
Claim you a beast, why yÂ’all aint howling?
‘Bout as sweet as a jumper on the gay Ray Allen
IÂ’m Â’bout f-cking hoes like Ray J wylinÂ’
KillinÂ’ n-ggas like K K K violence
I guess itÂ’s why they pay homage
Momma IÂ’mma be BIG and I put that on the late great Wallace
Christopher, check my temperature, nigga my integers..
Whatever manÂ…
Alone in my zone, tell me donÂ’t it sound stunning
Been f-cked the world but she just now cumminÂ’
If I ever fell off I would hit the ground runninÂ’
I aint never been the one for fourth down puntinÂ’
Aiming at a couple heads, bitch IÂ’m crown huntinÂ’
Red dots cause a nigga dread locks
So I lock pick just to lock shit back
I want Money, Power, Respect since the Lox said that
Better stay up on your toes, this is not tic tac
Yet, IÂ’m a breath of fresh air, you can place your bets here
BallinÂ’ like a Laker you should pray for next year
Cause IÂ’m repeating and IÂ’m 3-peatinÂ’
And IÂ’m knee deep in the game its quick sand and I keep leakinÂ’
The label heat seekinÂ’, nigga aint sign me, what the f-ck was he thinkinÂ’
They say I killed the game, that was only pre-season
IÂ’m heavy
IÂ’m Heavy
Man, IÂ’m already hot, you can say IÂ’m pre-heated
If money talks, mine telling your’s “be seated”
Cut my leg off I wouldnÂ’t be defeated
Illest nigga in the game bitch and you can retweet it
Email the shit make sure you CC it
For these f-ck niggas who donÂ’t wanna believe it
I be in the airport damn near bare foot
Security hollinÂ’ out, Cole we need it
Getting high as f-ck and I donÂ’t even be weeded
No point drinkinÂ’ I canÂ’t even be faded
Real recognize real like they related
You aint no f-cking G boy, your style G-Rated
Hatred is flattery IÂ’m glad to be hated
F-ckinÂ’ bad bitches that would rather be dated
Carolina niggas just happy he made it
My money was running late now, now itÂ’s happy belated
IÂ’m heavy, nigga IÂ’m heavy
Thanks to adrianna
It took me all day to find some inspiration
It just hit me like a ton of bricks no renovation
Problem with the game now, there aint no innovation
I see my shit all in your shit, we call that imitation
And they say thatÂ’s flattering but I aint flattered at all
Matter fact yÂ’all need to practice that more
See my man Nate, ask me if I gain weight, I said nah
My pockets got fatter, thatÂ’s all
Money was an issue but now that thatÂ’s solved, I ball, I ball
Like Kobe in the fall
Put trophies on my wall, rather trophies on my man
And dog, my shows be off the handle
Take the proceeds, go to gamble, ha
Bet it all black, and pray I quadruple my salary
If I win maybe then I can pay Sallie Mae
Told her I be dealing with some real life shit
She be asking when, bitch, when I feel like it
Cole World, Cole life, Cole blooded
I be on my shit and look at all the hoes love it
Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club staring at me
How that feel? Very happy
Cole World, Boy, check the degreeÂ’s
These lil n-ggas is trash go and get the Febreeze
ThatÂ’s why I blew up on you suckaÂ’s all thats left is debris
One soldierÂ’s all thatÂ’s left is fatigues
Act like you know me boy, IÂ’m Kobe
How the f-ck you gon step in my league
Rapping bout bullshit, your message fatigue
Played out, phoney n-gga probably only got arrested for weed
and out here talking that dime shit
Dom Perignon shit
Not gon cut it like some scissors on my lawn shit
Grown cause I own shit
This is what you wonÂ’t get
Game so cold, bring the blizzard to the Palms
IÂ’m a wizard, IÂ’m a don and I put this on my mom
IÂ’m offended, IÂ’m appalled
If yÂ’all ainÂ’t bowing
Claim you a monster but yÂ’all aint growling
Claim you a beast, why yÂ’all aint howling?
‘Bout as sweet as a jumper on the gay Ray Allen
IÂ’m Â’bout f-cking hoes like Ray J wylinÂ’
KillinÂ’ n-ggas like K K K violence
I guess itÂ’s why they pay homage
Momma IÂ’mma be BIG and I put that on the late great Wallace
Christopher, check my temperature, nigga my integers..
Whatever manÂ…
Alone in my zone, tell me donÂ’t it sound stunning
Been f-cked the world but she just now cumminÂ’
If I ever fell off I would hit the ground runninÂ’
I aint never been the one for fourth down puntinÂ’
Aiming at a couple heads, bitch IÂ’m crown huntinÂ’
Red dots cause a nigga dread locks
So I lock pick just to lock shit back
I want Money, Power, Respect since the Lox said that
Better stay up on your toes, this is not tic tac
Yet, IÂ’m a breath of fresh air, you can place your bets here
BallinÂ’ like a Laker you should pray for next year
Cause IÂ’m repeating and IÂ’m 3-peatinÂ’
And IÂ’m knee deep in the game its quick sand and I keep leakinÂ’
The label heat seekinÂ’, nigga aint sign me, what the f-ck was he thinkinÂ’
They say I killed the game, that was only pre-season
IÂ’m heavy
IÂ’m Heavy
Man, IÂ’m already hot, you can say IÂ’m pre-heated
If money talks, mine telling your’s “be seated”
Cut my leg off I wouldnÂ’t be defeated
Illest nigga in the game bitch and you can retweet it
Email the shit make sure you CC it
For these f-ck niggas who donÂ’t wanna believe it
I be in the airport damn near bare foot
Security hollinÂ’ out, Cole we need it
Getting high as f-ck and I donÂ’t even be weeded
No point drinkinÂ’ I canÂ’t even be faded
Real recognize real like they related
You aint no f-cking G boy, your style G-Rated
Hatred is flattery IÂ’m glad to be hated
F-ckinÂ’ bad bitches that would rather be dated
Carolina niggas just happy he made it
My money was running late now, now itÂ’s happy belated
IÂ’m heavy, nigga IÂ’m heavy
Thanks to adrianna