MARKED FOR DELETION - Break Out lyrics

[Verse 1: Eygt] I paint a picture in head Make a vision while in bed And I know that ima get it Greater missions up ahead Yeah I'm wishin for the best I'm swishin through the nets It's the only way to move on Get rid of all the stress I'm focused on my grind Gotta open up my mind I been fighting for the dream Momma hopin that I'm fine Am I dope enough to shine? Happen all so quick I remember when started my Career, old sh** Now we gotta gold dig Yeah, I can't lie Dolla sign up in my eye Got that money on my mind Gotta get it gotta have it But I gotta realize That before a billionaire Comes a man, yeah that's right Waitin for the nap time When I get to see my dreams And shine, no Flashlight Some take da fast life Some live and grow old Some enter Hells gate They did it all wrong But me, I don't know I'm winnin fosho I'm hoppin up top Just ike a pogo And if I die young I ask you don't cry Cus we gonna see each other again It's all right But I just hope I Ain't a lost soul That's why I'm sittin in here Remainin thoughtful Tryna paint a picture Nah I ain't Pica**o And everyday it's my dreams I gotta follow And though I pray I don't try to portray A saint, I really ain't I been sinnin all day Gotta win in this game So nay, I won't stay Ima rise above the stars I'm so great [Hook: J Cole] And break out, Got what you want, I got what you need My heart on my sleeve, watch me bleed, I break out! Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the feins And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell, n***a f** what you think, cause if your sh** don't stink n***a my sh** won't sink, cause it can't, I break out! I gotta break the f** up outta here Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the feins And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell, n***a [Verse 2: J Cole] War stories, got tour stories Pop four who*es on the top floor stories n***as know, every verse is worth a brick of blow Just a seven figure n***a got the game in figure four I know at times I'm hypocritical, you n***as dig it though I f** until my dick be sore, leave b**hes walkin' pigeon toe and break out! On to the next b**h, homie Your new chick, that's my ex-b**h, homie, in fact I'm still logged in her Netflix, homie Just make sure she cook you breakfast, homie Her bacon slimmin' but her eggs get runny, funny So many bombs, you'd think Flex get money, from me Cole world but my neck get sunny Now I don't f** around with hoes from reality shows Or blow up dolls, cause I don't like havin' s** with dummies, love me No disrespect meant, honey, this just a compilation of my observations While trapped in this God-forsaken nation sh**, but since we makin' conversation I've been thinkin' me and you would make a bangin' combination I know that you mad, I know what I said But my dick be arguin' with my head, all you with the bed, well if so lets [Hook: J Cole]