Artist/Band:
J. Cole
Lyrics for Song: Going Off
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - J. Cole
F*ck it,
Ay,
Do or Die, new arrival,
Holla at my n*ggas,
You survive you's alive, yo,
Now either you follow me and ride, or you's a rival.
The difference between you and I is you a model, you posing.
But who am I though?
The mulatto out for that lotto,
Money coming soon, the newest model,
Your crew is hollow,
The type of n*ggas got more dick, chew and swallow.
Your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal,
Oh shucks, you n*ggas is clothes, you fold up.
I'm from the Ville, n*ggas get killed over four bucks,
Thank God we made it, my n*ggas, we grown up,
Now we crazy over that bread, call us the "dough-nuts," uh,
More sluts once the money blows up,
But them hoes stop if the dough drops,
I won't stop though, a chip off the 'ol block.
I'm from a city where n*ggas hole blocks,
Leave you looking like old socks, damn,
Cops patrol blocks, spotting on us,
The boys is rotten, I know they want us,
Probably arrest a n*gga, get a bonus,
You kill a n*gga, get promoted,
Sh*t is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas,
So much I just go nuts,
N*ggas telling me slow up,
Never that,
I'm tryna get where that cheddar at,
Y'all don't hear me,
Always somebody that don't want you getting cheese, yo,
This whole bullsh*t is like Tom and Jerry,
I'm kinda very raw, n*ggas can't deny facts,
If you black they sending you to jail or Iraq,
Honor is something you can't sell or buy back,
N*ggas don't like bragging, they 9-11 fly cats,
Hijack n*ggas, "Get up out your whip n*gga, strip!
I want it all - ice on your wrists and the kicks,"
This sh*t happens, I ain't just rapping, believe it yo,
They got streets in the city police won't even go,
Peep it though, uh,
It ain't no secret, n*ggas beefing cuz my ego so big,
It got me speaking like I'm diesel, like I'm devil, oh,
N*ggas know my stylo, I ain't tweaking, I am lethal though,
Have your daddy looking for you,
This ain't Finding Nemo though.
Let me slow it down, dumb it down, y'all warned,
The son came up out that womb, yo, a star is born.
If real recognize real, y'all are foreign,
My team run a play on your b*tch and we all scoring, yea!
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