J. COLE - Grew Up Fast Lyrics

sometimes I think about it
and my poor heart wants to die about it
about the sweet sweet love I lost
and the way I got double double crosssed
by a guy who was my friend
I see him now and then
but I pretend I'm doing fine
when I'm about to lose my mind

oh nigga I grew up fast money falling out my pocket
I got too much cash
cant fit nothing in her pockets she got too much ass
like goddamn, well if you must ask

we from the school of hardknocks but you crew cut class
half white but don't think I got a kluk klux past
when I'm in the V police f*ckin with me
no sir no license all I got here is this f*cking degree
move along cock s*cker ain't nothing to see
unless you're talking block busters you niggas is not russel..
you more diggy, me I'm more biggy no diss to the young boy
I'm just rapping get bored quickly
just to make up for that line i take him on tour with me..
join the game let the..fannego these whores with me
run through their doors with me
hit the rist cut and for the night
leave him with two dikes probably change a a nigga life right
what up Vanessa I love you that one semester
thank to my profession I ball like uncle fester
thinking bout the board I used to have above the dresser
half the shit I wrote down I did it its old now
I got new goals
plus my money and new ball
funny how my all eyes is suddenly my new hoe
caught it every chicks and she model she swallow
so I only f*ck with hattrick
bitches what a few goals
bitches what a few goals

niggas keep me how I feel

not even slightly interested in what..
I got a great purpose that I hate the purpose
I'm a stack paper hustle than the relax later
certainly 'cause I'm brain change that's the way it's purpose
look how made em nervous
niggas is shaking I know they're faking
okay you were killing right
..and bob marley is haitian and me and Beyonce datin
and jesus christ be hatin, got mad love for satan
from saving so f*cking..while megan good is waiting
I'm the dead Beat father of your little brother
in other words god damn it I'm a bad mother f*cker its cold
it's only right I brought back the soul
ya'll got way to electro
damn near the techno
half way homo
way too metro henesy x o
cole flow special
style like... call quest meets death row
learn something boy grow your ass up
cheap nigga if you look our..
matter of fact if you was grass i'd probably mow your ass up
call for you nigags go for your ass cup is call
yeah yeah yeah cold world
this nigga eve is a bitch
he told me to talk shit to yall niggas
so imma talk my shit

Thanks to Tristan for correcting these lyrics

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