J. Cole - Mighty Crazy lyrics

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J. Cole - Mighty Crazy lyrics

Yeah, It's me! Feels good, Carolina, what up? (Blazing) Fayettenam, what up? Therapist. Yo, ay, Yo! You n***as gotta be outta your rabbit a** mind, A savage over this cabbage, You really think I'm finna let your f*ggot a** shine? (no) Whipping n***as like big body Cadillacs, I'm on my grind, yo, Bonafide hancho, I could see through you n***as with cataracts, blindfolds, As matter of fact, I'm so bomb- n***as scatter that, n***as that, n***as so rat, n***as better act pronto, My whole state in a reign, better pack ponchos, y'all know. sh** is real in the ville, you could die slow or quick, Survival's a b**h! But everybody don't meet her, so tuck the nine yo, Wherever y'all roll, n***as allergic to 5-4. God knows I don't put up no facade, no, No fraud, n***as scheming like Side-Show Bob, Keep my eyes so wide, not another wise, Disrespect me, you could watch your mother sigh, From the other side, punk-a** n***a. Jump and get lumped fast, throw you in the trunk, Blast pop while I pump gas, Skunk a** n***as is trash, you need a sponge bath, My n***as will ride all day like a funpa**, That's some New York sh**, I'm from the south, though, Don't never disrespect me, watch yo' mouth hoe, I got agent clout though, y'all n***as dissin' me is doubtful. You talk sh**? Watch your life fade like the outro!