J. COLE

J. COLE - Heavy

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<b>Heavy</b> by <i>J Cole</i><br />Mo’ liquor when we ride, toast niggas we alive

Gold diggers look inside, I aint in the back

Me I’m in the front seat, driving like I’m one deep

If you wanna come see, you know where I’m at

Go getters on the rise, toast niggas we arrived

Old niggas step aside, aint no coming back

Big things on my mind, switch lanes and recline

Get brains from a dime, How u love that?

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 three-peatin’

And I’m knee deep in the game its quick sand and I keep sinkin’

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

Lil nigga I’m heavy

I’m so heavy, I’m feeling heavy

Carolina I’m heavy

In New York I’m heavy

Out in LA I’m heavy

I’m so heavy

We got more liquor when we ride, toast niggas we alive

Gold diggers look inside, I aint in the back

Me I’m in the front seat, driving like I’m one deep

If you wanna come see, you know where I’m at

Go getters on the rise, toast niggas we arrived

Old niggas step aside, aint no coming back

Big things on my mind, switch lanes and recline

Do you love that?

No album to my name and 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 glad that he made it

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

I’m heavy, nigga I’m heavy

I’m so heavy, I’m feeling heavy

Lil nigga in New York I’m heavy

Queens, I’m feeling heavy

Fayettenam nigga I’m so heavy

I’m feeling heavy

Lil nigga I’m heavy

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