J. Cole - Simba lyrics

Straight out The Villle and I made it, Like a villian I'm hated I see'em gillin, I ate it though Fien'n to blow inflatable, That's undebatable (ugh) I'm givin n***as food for thought, the flow is cater yo I'm never faded though, Haters wanna see me broke, but me and the doe related hoe! It's like my only son, where I go, he come! n***as dumb to be braggin bout that stupid sh** Nah I don't stunt on n***as, I show'em how to do this sh** I'm somethin like the light-skin version of the very same baby that The Virgin Mary raised That's word to everything! n***a life a scary game but I'm playin You s**a n***a lie in everything that ya sayin Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause Ay n***a pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws f** you n***as, but this ain't raw dog I got protection, lethal weapons, and they aim on ya'll I'm like the man on mars; I'm high as hell Watch me blow like I exhale I excel in this rap sh**, Cause ya'll spittin that wack sh** And every n***a suddenly be rappin bout that trap sh** So while you n***as copy cat the cats who made cla**ics I just ma**acre the streets, I'm a master of the beats and the rhymes I'm rappin for the freaks and the dimes and shine like a mothaf**in diamond, You shine like a mothaf**in dime That's word to my mom I don't mind if you n***as hate Just know you hatin on that n***a, n***a get it straight I'm spittin hungry like ain't sh** up on my dinner plate The kind a flow that make a n***a hyper-ventilate (ugh) See let me demonstrate, I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor The only pops a n***a ever seen around was Huckstable And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for Look how the buzzer grow, Ballin til the buzzer blow Man I'm hungry, does it show? Ain't nothin funny, f** a joke I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck I hope you n***as woke now, impermanentely Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease Word on the streets is I'm the prince n***a, check the splenda And I can't wait to be the King, n***a: young simba! Word on the streets is I'm the Prince n***a, check the splenda And I can't wait to be the king, n***a: young simba!