J. Cole - My Boy (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Wale] Count me in, Cole Right here? Nah, I'm here Yeah, bounce, bounce My boy, my boy My boy, my boy, my boy Yeah, right here [Verse 1: Wale] Ay, look, uh, yeah, ok Concrete since day one Ain't no time to make up Ain't no time for that hoe Like baby, word to a cup Thank you for your services, invoicing all my haters Be sure to leave your armour and your women penetrated I give her back, I hate her Poof, get out her hair I say congratulations, your old lady renovated You n***as lazy, my boy Why you hatin', my guy? You bought her Commes des Garcons She come and play with your heart I'm far from a popular artist One of the hardest, no less And I saw your woman, I call her low like a Cardigan sweater Call her whatever you want I got my revenue up In Beverly Hills, my ceilings like the Beverly [?] Since day one, Folarin been the same one I came up in them gogos most of them was afraid of Now k** mo', say that Now k** mo', say that But when your wheel is a fortune, you near gotta say jack Don't be talking too much These n***as copy too much These n***as cardio crazy, chasing clout must be tough f** it, I wrote me, a dozen n***as got me f**ed up I raise my hands and raise your family's casualties up I'm faded I'm playing These n***as don't be no gangster, they be playing it Extortion ain't dead, it just moved to the county Shoot them out the S-cla**, I guess you won't the problem I know every who and who and every who that I'm around And what you call a piece of mind, I call a picture for a bounty Hold up, yeah I'm in my luggage, in my luggage, roll up, boy I'm on the runway like I'm Jackie, hold up Prolific, really be living my lyrics So tell me, who did it this big and who ain't 'bout to slow up? [Hook: Wale] My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy [Verse 2: J Cole] Who gon' bring my crown to me? And who won' try to f** with me? Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury b**hes going down, it ain't no catching up to me Yes, stepped in the building with my vibe on a million Slide on the beat like my God, I'm so brilliant All other rappers, put your pride to the side Try collide with the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob You's a fraud, you's a thorn in my side I'm a knife in your back, I'm that turn of the knob When the boy from the corner come rob you And tie you up to something Now, stop with all that frontin' That big money talk should be reserved for those that got it But when you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it That's why I hear that capping on your raps and highly doubt it The game too crowded, I'm 'bout to get all the way the f** up out it No if's, and's or but's about it 30 mill' on a deal depending on how the tour was rowded I seen your watch when you first dropped, that sh** was clouded Which means, you used fugazi sh**, fake it 'till you make it type I shoot through you crazy with hollow tips No holler backs, just how to raps I got to black to make sure every dirty dollar stacked Y'all aiming for the stars, b**h I'm aiming at your starter cap Run, n***a, run like a f**ing black quarterback (uh) Stereotypical, but to hear me is spiritual I will bury you n***as and come and air out your funeral Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals IV's, IV's, it's the reason why nobody try me, try me Have a n***a screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?" Cole did me grimey He took it too far, he treat them bullets like they Siamese Back to back, I clap like that's a wrap But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots putting your troops in Pine boxes I blew a million on white ties and Calvin Klein boxes This n***a silly [Hook: J Cole] My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy [Outro: Wale & J Cole] Who gon' bring the crown? My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy And who won' try to f** with me? My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy b**hes going down, it ain't catching up to me My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy Who gon' bring my crown to me? And who won' try to f** with me? Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury b**hes going down, it ain't catching up to me Who gon' bring my crown to me? And who won' try to f** with me? Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury b**hes going down, it ain't catching up to me Who gon' bring my crown to me? And who won' try to f** with me? Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury b**hes going down, it ain't catching up to me