J. Cole - Be (Freestyle) lyrics

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J. Cole - Be (Freestyle) lyrics

Cole world, cold blooded Trapping n***as at my shows and them hoes love it Backpacking n***as with the afroes love it So don’t holla at a n***a if you got no budget Trying to get my braid up, nope not talking cornrolls Trying to get my grade up, oh, look how my score rolls Playing Jigga hits he say “good, make more of those” Cole got delivery b**h, you got digornoes They f**ing with me because I’m real as sh** Well if you feel this sh**, here goes some realer sh** I signed a big deal and went to the dealership Man they took one look at my credit and said forget it Now I’m in this train with a mil to my name Ain’t sh** changed because I still feel the pain Like a gym or a rim dog, I’m built for the game Something like a pimp because I’m still with the caine’ Unh, a little drug dealer reference what, I can’t try These n***as out here lying, why can’t I Flashbacks where my teacher told me I can’t fly Then he looked at n***a crazy because I say why Now look, no wings but I’m flier than the birds Co-signer on a beamer, but it’s whiter than the burbs Something like a genius, but man I’ve done been a nerd Just choosing bad b**hes while admiring the curves That might have been a noun, that might have been a verb But I’m just trying to find what you hiding in that skirt Hey Cole got it coming now he might’ve been the first So she only f** with him like a choir in a church Good God, momma told him get a good job Be a doctor or a lawyer, if you’re black they won’t employ ya’ Well n***a I’mma show ya’, this that Jesse Jackson uh Firmative; action so master I’m taxing uh Don’t let the cover fool ya’, b**h I ain’t no freshman In my own cla** man, I write my own pa**es I hear the shots fired, yeah I see the stones casted My sh** is already fire, don’t gas it n***as hear my album say sound like a cla**ic n***as say your album might not even see the plastic ba*tard, how you gonna match with a n***a Who done mastered the sh** you practice Catch this, a real n***a til’ the day of my casket Put on for my city like my favorite jacket Man you gonna wear that every god damn night Know that I’m paid for this sh**, n***a you God damn right