J. COLE

J. COLE - Niggaz Know

rate me

These niggas know

Armed and dangerous, call the law

Stick to the script, no audible

Country ass nigga with an Audemars

Can't spell this shit but I order more

French hoes treat me like Charles De Gaulle

Get good head on the Autobahn

Hit hood hoes out in Baltimore

Pack the shows like wall to wall, my God

Five steps like Dru Hill

Came home from the first tour

With bad credit and a school bill

Middle finger to the burst off

Finally famous but

Ain't too much really changed with us

Straight up weed, no angel dust

Label us notorious, that was 97

Saw my old teacher and she asked how I'm living

You ain't know my shit drop bitch, 9-11

Getting more hoes than that nigga John Legend

Getting more hoes than that nigga John Legend

Nigga you should too, if you knew

What this game would do to you

Look at all the bullshit I've been through

Better me than you

I must confess, I copped the chains

I hit the club, I made it rain

I hit the road, I made a name

I came home, I ain't the same

I ain't the same, I ain't the same

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know

These niggas know, boo ya nigga?

Came through the door like who y'all niggas?

Stole a nigga flow, I could sue y'all niggas

Better yet put a hot one through y'all niggas

No, let me stop fronting for y'all niggas

But don't let the college shit fool y'all niggas

Ain't the hardest nigga in the land

But a grown ass man, and I will step to y'all niggas

Like what's the problem?

Ain't getting paper, nigga here's a loan

My shit long, need a hair salon

Get it cut, shut the fuck up

And wipe your face with my money till your tears is gone

No crying ass, lying ass

Can't afford a whip, but you buying ass

This Fresh Prince nigga, I ain't Jazz

Fucked your bitch, nigga I ain't ask

She pitched it to me like Sosa

What the fuck was I supposed to do?

Deny that, rather try that, but I never fly that

Keep hoes bi-coastal

And they buy posters, ain't shit for free

Dick the only thing that they get from me

Sit VIP, get a sip for free

Later on she'll be sipping me, literally

Picture me at the tip-top

With your bitch lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop

This B.I.G. nigga, this Pac

Minus six shots, but it's still this hot

Thirty grand and that's just for the wristwatch

Hate to brag but backpacking, that's hip hop

Write my life and make sure that the script hot

And pray the kids watch, if not

These niggas know

If not, these niggas know

I must confess, I copped the chains

I hit the club, I made it rain

I hit the road, I made a name

I came home, I ain't the same

I ain't the same, I ain't the same

I must confess, I copped the chains

I hit the club, I made it rain

I hit the road, I made a name

I came home, I ain't the same

I ain't the same, I ain't the same

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know

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