J. Cole - Cosmic Kev Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: J. Cole] It took me all day to find some inspiration It just hit me like a ton of bricks, no renovation Problem with the game now, there ain't no innovation I see my sh** all in your sh**, we call that imitation And they say that's flattering but I ain't flattered at all Matter fact y'all need to practice that more See my man Nate, ask me if I gained weight, I said nah My pockets got fatter, that's all Money was an issue but now that that's solved, I ball, I ball Like Kobe in the fall Put trophies on my wall, rather trophies on my mantel Dawg my shows be off the handle Take the proceeds, go to gamble, ha Bet it all black, and pray I quadruple my salary If I win maybe then I can pay Sallie Mae Told her I be dealing with some real life sh** She be asking when, b**h, when I feel like it Cole World, Cole life, Cole blooded I be on my sh** and look at all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty b**hes in the club staring at me How that feel? Very happy (very happy) [Verse 2: J. Cole] Cole World, Boy, check the degree's These lil n***as is trash go and get the Febreeze That's why I blew up on you s**a's all thats left is debris One soldier's all that's left is fatigues Act like you know me boy, I'm Kobe How the f** you gon step in my league Rapping bout bullsh**, your message fatigue Played out, phoney n***a probably only got arrested for weed And out here talking that dime sh** Dom Perignon sh** Not gon cut it like some scissors on my lawn sh** Grown cause I own sh** This is what you won't get Game so cold, bring the blizzard to the Palms I'm a wizard, I'm a don and I put this on my mom I'm offended, I'm appalled If y'all ain't bowing Claim you a monster but y'all ain't growling Claim you a beast, why y'all ain't howling? ‘Bout as sweet as a jumper on the gay Ray Allen I'm 'bout f**ing hoes like Ray J wylin' k**in' n***as like K K K violence I guess it's why they pay homage Momma I'mma be BIG and I put that on the late great Wallace Christopher, check my temperature, n***a my integers.. Whatever man [Beat Change] [Verse 3: J. Cole] Alone in my zone, tell me don't it sound stunning Been f-cked the world but she just now cummin' If I ever fell off I would hit the ground runnin' I ain't never been the one for fourth down puntin' Aiming at a couple heads, b**h I'm crown huntin' Red dots cause a n***a dread locks So I lock pick just to lock sh** back I want Money, Power, Respect since the Lox said that Better stay up on your toes, this is not tic tac Yet, I'm a breath of fresh air, you can place your bets here Ballin' like a Laker you should pray for next year Cause I'm repeating and I'm 3-peatin' And I'm knee deep in the game its quick sand and I keep leakin' The label heat seekin', n***a ain't sign me, what the f** was he thinkin' They say I k**ed the game, that was only pre-season [Break] I'm heavy I'm heavy Man these n***as get exlusives Hey, hey [Verse 4: J. Cole] Man, I'm already hot, you can say I'm pre-heated If money talks, mine telling your's “be seated” Cut my leg off I wouldn't be defeated Illest n***a in the game b**h and you can retweet it Email the sh** make sure you CC it For these f** n***as who don't wanna believe it I be in the airport damn near bare foot Security hollin' out, Cole we need it Getting high as f** and I don't even be weeded No point drinkin' I can't even be faded Real recognize real like they related You ain't no f**ing G boy, your style G-Rated Hatred is flattery I'm glad to be hated f**in' bad b**hes that would rather be dated Carolina n***as just happy he made it My money was running late now, now it's happy belated I'm heavy, n***a I'm heavy