J. Cole - Everybody Gotta Die lyrics

Yeah, we back Back in Muhammad crib n***a, top floor, the back room with just the one little small window n***a The light be coming through it in the morning, old a** walls and sh** But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it Yeah I'm working, yeah I'm working n***a Look, it's the return of the Mr. burn s**ers Not herpes infested, just perfectly blessed with A style that you can't F with, protection recommended 'Cause Cole the definition of weapon that can end it You know, ma** destruction when I mash the bu*ton Now take your favorite major rapper, left them independent Crying in the corner cause I ain't into sorta Kinda, dissing n***as I'm borderline addicted to slaughter Line up n***as in order of who you think can really f** with me most Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck then he ghost Ain't no need for discussion, if they weren't talking 'bout the bread these motherf**ers be toast Clap at the fake deep rappers, the OG gatekeep rappers, the would you take a break please rappers A bunch of words and ain't saying sh** I hate these rappers Especially the amateur 8 week rappers Lil "whatever", just another short bus rapper Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers Get exposed standing next to 6"4 rappers The streets don't f** with you, you Pitchfork rappers Chosen by the white man you hipster rappers I reload the clip then I hit more rappers with that Straight sh**ting on these piss-poor rappers I'm back (laughs) Never knew a n***a that was better, revenue I'm good at getting cheddar Reminisce on days I didn't eat, if it's meant to be then it'll be If it's not then f** it I will try, ain't no need to ask the Father why, no 'Cos one day everybody's gotta die, one day everybody's gotta die, oh One day everybody's gotta die, one day everybody's gotta die My n***a, my n***a