J. COLE - Return to Simba

rate me

In my freshest Js, I ain’t slept in days

Girl, you gon’ make me late undressin’ me

Know you ain’t seen me since yesterday

But, see, I got a date with destiny

‘Cause this the summer that our life change

Hov asked me, “Is you ready for it?”

I looked around at all his nice things

Told him, “Nigga, you already know it”

Bitch, I’m the man of the year

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Straight through this bitch (Yeah)

Bitch, I’m the man of the year

What you ‘sposed to do when the OG niggas don’t get it?

Lost what was once theirs but they won’t quit it

Homie, it’s a new era, middle finger to the suit-wearers

Lemme show you how to move in a room

For the dudes that don’t got a fuckin’ clue how to do this

Prolly worked with Cube, so to them, this a Rubik

My President is black, but my jeweler’s still Jewish

So you know it cost, he makin’ a killin’ off me

Red diamonds he designin’ got me shinin’

Spotlight cover my body, my chain blindin’

A cop light runner, they wanna but can’t find him

Me and Hovi Hov, out on the same island

Took the whip to the other side of Jamaica

Seen how he was livin’, said “I gotta get my weight up”

Formulated my plan, motivated by dreams

Parlayed wit’ my mans, motivated my team

Ced said, “Look, my niggas, we got a foot in”

Bein’ good is good, that’ll get you Drew Gooden

But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin’

Can’t guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden

Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris Farley

So like him, you’ll be gone too early

Mama hands together like 6:30

And Cole keep a thick bitch I like to call Big Shirley

All my ’90s niggas is gon’ get it

18 and under, that’s prolly gon’ take a minute

I’ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me

I’ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me

At the time of this rhyme, five years ’til I know thirty

Cole World in the summer brings snow flurries

This next shit is in no way to boast

But my city love breakfast, ’cause niggas had toast early

Coach had us doin’ jumpin’ jacks

Then sent us to the water fountain after runnin’ laps

My nigga went and grabbed his bookbag, threw it on his back

And brought it to me just to show me he was fuckin’ strapped

We was twelve years old, how was we to know better?

I analyzed his life and see that he was so set up

Live by the trigger, ’cause no father figure

Means you don’t got a nigga comin’ ’round to guide a nigga

All you got is mama bringin’ home these rotten niggas

Blowin’ reefers, all the teachers do is ride a nigga

So this is who I speak fo’

To give the young niggas somethin’ they could reach fo’

You better dream, boy

Yeah, I stunt, but I’m a li’l more realer

When it come from the heart, don’t it feel mo’ iller?

Watch my flow go bananas, I’m a li’l gorilla

So pardon me, man, y’all gon’ have to pardon me

They say I rep that ‘Ville too much, but that shit just a part of me

It’s flowin’ out through my arteries, who hard as me? You JV, I’m varsity

No field trip, ain’t hard to see, this real shit, you R&B

Seen a movie wit’ yo’ bitch in it, and listen it, was starrin’ me

(Woo!) That boy Simba crazy

Hotter that Ike Turner temper, you December, maybe

And though you wish me well, I know deep down you wish I’d fail

It’s Judgment Day, I’m here to give you pussy niggas hell

And some food for thought, I can serve a plate

Wit’ dessert to take, wit’ dessert to take

Yeah, I heard the hate, but the wait is fuckin’ over

It’s like I’m fuckin’ Oprah, well worth the wait

Maybe over your head, I’m ahead of my time

Niggas scared of my future, I know they dreadin’ my prime

‘Cause I only made classics, now what that take? Timing

Cole under pressure, what that make? Diamonds

(Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds…)

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