J. COLE

J. COLE - Cosmic Kev

rate me

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 that's flattering but I aint flattered at all

Matter fact y'all need to practice that more

See my man Nate, ask me if I gain weight, I said nah

My pockets got fatter, that's all

Money was an issue but now that that'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 degree's

These lil n-ggas is trash go and get the Febreeze

That's why I blew up on you sucka's all that's left is debris

One soldier's all that's left is fatigues

Act like you know me boy, I'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 won't get

Game so cold, bring the blizzard to the Palms

I'm a wizard, I'm a don and I put this on my mom

I'm offended, I'm appalled

If y'all ain't bowing

Claim you a monster but y'all aint growling

Claim you a beast, why y'all aint howling?

'Bout as sweet as a jumper on the gay Ray Allen

I'm 'bout f-cking hoes like Ray J wylin'

Killin' n-ggas like K K K violence

I guess it's why they pay homage

Momma I'mma be BIG and I put that on the late great Wallace

Christopher, check my temperature, nigga my integers...

Whatever man...

Alone in my zone, tell me don't it sound stunning

Been f-cked the world but she just now cummin'

If I ever fell off I would hit the ground runnin'

I aint never been the one for fourth down puntin'

Aiming at a couple heads, bitch I'm crown huntin'

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, I'm a breath of fresh air, you can place your bets here

Ballin' like a Laker you should pray for next year

Cause I'm repeating and I'm 3-peatin'

And I'm knee deep in the game it's quick sand and I keep leakin'

The label heat seekin', nigga aint sign me, what the f-ck was he thinkin'

They say I killed the game, that was only pre-season

I'm heavy

I'm Heavy

Man, I'm already hot, you can say I'm pre-heated

If money talks, mine telling your's "be seated"

Cut my leg off I wouldn'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 don't wanna believe it

I be in the airport damn near bare foot

Security hollin' out, Cole we need it

Getting high as f-ck and I don't even be weeded

No point drinkin' I can't even be faded

Real recognise real like they related

You aint no f-cking G boy, your style G-Rated

Hatred is flattery I'm glad to be hated

F-ckin' bad bitches that would rather be dated

Carolina niggas just happy he made it

My money was running late now, now it's happy belated

I'm heavy, nigga I'm heavy

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