Jack Mason - G.O.M.D. lyrics

[Produced by J.Cole] [Directed by Lawrence Lamont] [Intro] Hollywood Cole, go Ay Hollywood, ay Hollywood Cole, go My n***a done went Hollywood [Verse 1] You wanna know just where I'm at, well let me tell you 'bout it I put my city on the map but let me tell you 'bout it They tryna say I can't come back, ay let me tell you 'bout it Man f** them n***as I come back, ay let me tell you 'bout it I wanna tell you 'bout it: hands up, everybody run Cole outside and he say he got a gun n***as like "Man that's what everybody said" Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead Everybody scared of the n***a, aware that the n***a is better All my b**hes the pick of the litter, never bitter n***as is faker than anime Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah Eat the cake b**h, eat the damn cake f** good n***a we demand great Order Domino's and she take off all her clothes n***a you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait The best kept secret Even Hov tried to keep it and I leaked the damn tape Rest in peace any n***a want beef Secret service couldn't keep the man safe [Pre-Hook] I said to the window, to the wall My n***a ride when I call Got b**hes all in my mind f** n***a blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me [Hook] Get off my dick, woah (Get the f** off my dick) Get off my dick, woah (Get the f** off my dick n***a) Get off my dick, b**h, woah (Get the f** off my dick) Get off my dick woah [Verse 2] Man f** them n***as I come home and I don't tell nobody They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody (This is the part that the thugs skip) Young n***a never had love You know, foot ma**age, back rub sh** Blowing bubbles in the bathtub sh** That is until I met you Together we done watch years go by Seen a river of your tears go by Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I Tell them hoes come through (The break up) Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about 'em Won't be long before you start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you better off without 'em Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em Can't talk without 'em, can't breathe without 'em Came here together, you can't leave without 'em So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em On your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'em It's called love, n***as don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more, no more It's called love, n***as don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more (n***a I don't sing about this sh** no more) But every n***a in the club singing [Pre-Hook] To the window, to the wall My n***a ride when I call Got b**hes all in my mind f** n***a blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me [Bridge] Get off my dick But every n***a in the club singing Singing this song yeah Got all the b**hes in the club singing Singing this song yeah And all they mamas let their kids sing it Sing this song yeah The baby mamas and the mistresses Sing this song yeah, song yeah Song yeah, song song yeah [Verse 3] (The make up) This sh** is retarded, goddamn Why every rich black n***a gotta be famous Why every broke black n***a gotta be brainless Uh, that's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights Here's a scenario Young Cole pockets is fat like Lil Terrio Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show Yeah, f** n***a I'm very sure, heh f** the rest, I'm the best n***a out When I'm back home I'm the best in the South When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West You contest? You can test, I'mma stretch n***as out Oooh I'mma stretch n***as out That go for all y'all if I left n***as out This sh** for everbody on my testicles Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho