J. Cole - A Tale of 2 Citiez (Freestyle) lyrics

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J. Cole - A Tale of 2 Citiez (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Juicy J] You been watching this n***a Waiting on him to slip You spot him at the light my n***a In a Bentley while you creepin' in that black Crown Vic Pull up to the curb my n***a Even out here balling and his family broke as sh** You think he give a f** my n***a Looking dead at a n***a down a barrel of your gun Now look into his eyes my n***a Will he die, will he live, will he beg like a b**h? Or will he testify my n***a? This is n***a hold it, Who gone catch it first Somebody about to die my n***a n***as catchin' grip on that gap Make him wear chains on his neck His face with diamonds, ice in his mouth f** that n***a smile Cause he knows that if you don't let the choppers fly He knows somebody gonna k** him on the other side He knows somebody waitin' all up in his momma house He knows somebody f** this baby momma now It's time for the come up n***a this it Glock 19 15 in the clip It's up to you and God my n***a [Hook: J. Cole & Juicy J] Last night I had a bad dream That I was trapped in this city Then I asked is that really such a bad thing? They robbin' n***as on the daily Can you blame a n***a that ain't never had things? (What's the value of a thing?) Guess not, last night they pulled up on my n***a at the light like Ugh, nice watch, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air Hands in the air now, hands in the air [Verse 2: Juicy J] Another day, another dollar You spending on the car my n***a Living fast, f** the law You ain't worried about the cops my n***a Your last hope you a father You told to get a job my n***a You just bought a new burden The last one was hot my n***a Everybody showing love in the streets You a hood celebrity Everybody knows that you're the plug You the n***a that they wanna be But there's somebody waiting on you my n***a Don't sleep A black bag with a black man in a black crowd Creepin' on you But you don't give a f** when you're out in the streets Dollars in the chain n***a you're the hood grip Hit the corner store for some lick You close your eyes when you about to die One of these n***as sound like you [Outro] Last night I had a bad dream