J. COLE

J. COLE - Kenny Lofton lyrics

rate me

Hurt, to think that you lied to me

Hurt, way down deep inside of me

And it breaks my heart

And it breaks my heart

Get paid a pretty penny for my thoughts

I'm hard away with grammar, I'm hot

They only care about a nigga when he handle the rock

Or when he dishing the pill, or when he gripping the steel

Bailing out my brother, tell the lawyer get the appeal

With the flick of the pen write the check and he out

Two years later he be at my shows checking me out

Know he proud of little bro and how my records be out

Flashbacks to childhood when he was decking me out

Now it's clear little Maine is the best mc out

Hands down, flow water, can't drown

My flow father, go harder, Cole smarter

Shout out to fiends in Queens, I'm team no daughters

I seen it all at this young age

The only thing left to do is die and hit front page

Shit, I knock on wood and pray like God forbid

These hoes be popping pills, these niggas be popping shit, bitch

Pac on the mic in his prime

They only care about a nigga when he writing a rhyme, boy

Kenny Lofton, you feeling my pace?

They only care about a nigga when he stealing the base

It's like I'm Wilt the Stilt, I'm fucking them all

They only care about a nigga when he dunking the ball

And it breaks my heart

The world’s a stage, I'll just play my part

Just caught fire like a young Richard Pryor with unforgettable quotes

They only care about a nigga when he telling a joke, or when he's selling his dope

They tell the reverend "Man, I rather get to heaven with coke

Then live in hell and be broke"

Shout out to black man who beat the odds by yelling for hope

Today he asked if I could Twitter y'all and tell you to vote

My nigga, how could I, knowing what I know

It's a game of charades, masquerade for the dough

Read the teleprompter, these niggas is actors on the low

Yeah, I voted for the nigga ‘cause he got the best show

Like I got the best flow, on your mark, set, go

Mama got us out the hood but we still ghetto

I seen it all at this young age

The only thing left to do is die and hit front page

Shit, I knock on wood and pray like God forbid

These hoes be popping pills, these niggas be popping shit, bitch

Pac on the mic in his prime

They only care about a nigga when he writing a rhyme, boy

Kenny Lofton, you feeling my pace?

They only care about a nigga when he stealing the base

It's like I'm Wilt the Stilt, I'm fucking them all

They only care about a nigga when he dunking the ball

And it breaks my heart

The world’s a stage, I'll just play my part

I said, you wouldn't know the truth if it was right there in your face

See, I can't explain the feeling when the feds surround your place

In that PJ rose, I drink that shit by the case

Like somebody pray for me, Reverend Run, Pastor Mase

See, I do this for my homie, he got caught with a soft eight

When I say a soft eight, yeah, that's two less than ten

If they let him out today he gonna do it all again

Say he lost the first time it won't stop until he win

Street life will have you drunk, I’m talking serious Gin

Yeah, we screaming Scarface, but we all know how that ends

Every word is like dope, you can snort it like lines

If I said it, then I meant it, they reciting every line

If I had to write a book, it would be the Life and Times

Every verse is that work, you can weigh it like a nine

You see I lost a lot of niggas and it broke my heart

Life is staged, I just played my part

Pac on the mic in his prime

They only care about a nigga when he writing a rhyme, boy

Kenny Lofton, you feeling my pace?

They only care about a nigga when he stealing the base

It's like I'm Wilt the Stilt, I'm fucking them all

They only care about a nigga when he dunking the ball

And it breaks my heart

The world’s a stage, I'll just play my part

And it breaks my heart

And it breaks my heart

I’m hurt

Hurt much more than you’ll ever know

Hurt, because I still love you so

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