J. COLE

J. COLE - Head Bussa

rate me

[Intro]

Now do I roll up, get higher?

Or pour up, get tired?

Do I roll up, get higher?

Or pour up, get tired?

Okay, I'm back on a mission

To pay my tuition

Got loans out the ass

What you know 'bout my past?

I was so late for class

Hit the probate, get trashed

Fell asleep off the Henny

Back in 08 I crashed

With my foot on the gas

Thank the Lord I'm still here

No insurance so now I'm racin home on first gear

On that morn' I shed tears

Asking what I'm doing here

I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the fuckin flu in here

But yet I'm just chillin like I'm back on the yard

My niggas say I'm the truth and when I rap they applaud

That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source

It's like I'm tryna get the head, but she's just jackin me off

I needed more

Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store

Put my feet on floor

Borrow money from mi amor

Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour

She held you down, now you out here fuckin' 'round

[Hook]

Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas

Gold diggers, Crys sippers

Cold nigga, flow sicker

Muthafucka, I'm a fuckin head bussa go

Coming down on the strip looking in the whip

Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold

Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money

Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old

But errthing that glitter ain't gold

The grass ain't greener I've been told

She told me, you want your cake and eat it too

I said its cake, that's what your supposed to do

Ok my granny just died, but I’m too broke to go

And she askin my fears but she too close to know

Got trust issues I'm trying, where it come from? Don’t know

I just block out the pain, blow the fuck up get dough

See i thought that would help me, it turns out its worse now

My girl want her first child, my label won't work out

My mama don't see me unless I'm on tv, I pray she don’t break down

She strong but she need me

They killed Saddam, now I wonder who's sane

How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne?

Old chick callin, but I'm onto new thangs

She still a dime, but I always lose change

Young Simba, went from bottom of the food chain to a few chains

In a new Range

She tellin me so much has happened

Would've thought you changed

We ain't fuck in nine months its safe to say I'm due man

[Hook]

Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas

Gold diggers, Crys sippers

Cold nigga, flow sicker

Muthafucka, I'm a fuckin head bussa go

Coming down on the strip looking in the whip

Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold

Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money

Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old

But errthing that glitter ain't gold

The grass ain't greener I've been told

She told me, you want your cake and eat it too

I said its cake, that's what you’re supposed to do.

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