Artist/Band:
J. Cole
Lyrics for Song: Grew Up Fast
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - J. Cole
[Intro: David Ruffin]
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By a guy who was my friend, I see him now and then
But I pretend I'm doing fine, when I'm about to lose my mind
[Verse 1]
N*gga I grew up fast, then blew up fast
Money fallin' out my pockets I got too much cash
Can't fit nothin' in her pockets she got too much ass like goddamn
Well if you must ask
We from the school of hard knocks but your crew cut class
Half white but don't think I got a Klu Klux pass
When I'm up in the V, police be f*ckin' with me
No sir no license all I got here is this f*ckin' degree
Move along cocksucker ain't nothin' to see
Unless you talkin' blockbusters, you n*ggas is not Russell
You more Diggy - me I'm more Biggie
No diss to the young boy I'm just rappin' get bored quickly
Just to make up for that line invite him on tour with me
Show him the game let him finagle these whores with me,
Run through they doors with me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night
Leave him there with two dykes probably change a n*gga life right
What up Vanessa I loved you that one semester
Thanks to my profession I balled like Uncle Fester
Thinkin' about the board I use to have above the dresser
Half the sh*t I wrote down I did it, its old now got
New goals, plus my money on Manute Bol
Funny how my old highs is suddenly my new lows
Tired of every chick sayin' she models before she swallow
So I only f*ck with hat tricks, b*tches with a few goals
[Bridge]
N*ggas keep askin' me how I feel how ya feel
It's Cole
[Verse 2]
Not even slightly interested in what ya opinion is
I gotta greater purpose then a hater purpose
I'ma stack paper, hustle just to relax later
Serve n*ggas and bring change that's a waiter's purpose
Look how I made em nervous n*ggas is shakin', I know they fakin'
Okay you killer right, and Miss Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and Beyonce datin'
And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad love from Satan
For f*ckin' Sanaa Lathan while Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the deadbeat father of your little brother
In other words goddammit I'm a bad motherf*cker
It's Cole, it's only right I brought back the soul
Y'all got way too electro, damn near techno
Halfway homo, way too metro
Hennessy XO, Cole flow special
Style like Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row
Learn somethin' boy, grow yo ass up
Cheap n*gga if you was liquor I'd probably throw yo ass up
Matter a fact if you was grass I'd probably mow yo ass up
Last call for you old n*ggas go and pour yo last cup
[Outro]
Yea, yea, yea, Cole World
This n*gga Ib... he's a b*tch
He told me to talk sh*t to you n*ggas, so I'ma talk my sh*t
Dreamville in the building
I know what y'all want me to talk about, what y'all want to me to discuss
But we'll get to that later; them b*tch ass n*ggas...
My n*gga Big Sean in the building
My n*gga Canei on the beat
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