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J. Cole

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    How come a nigga ain't enter his prime?
    Still gettin' better after all this time
    These niggas say that they killers, they lyin'
    Only thing I see 'em killin' is time

    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind
    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind
    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind
    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind

    Never peddled rock, never said a lot, only what need to be said
    Got a little guap, when you get a lot, won't no bitch leave you on read
    Don't push me, nigga, my feet on thе ledge
    This game is likе follow the leader, if you looking closely enough, then you'll see that I led
    The moves that I made, the people I fed, the evil I ducked
    They minds is too feeble, they lean on they crutch
    I'm bleeding from fighting my demons head up
    When I get defeated, believe I get up
    I come from a city most niggas ain't heard of until they popped in my first CD, now look
    I'm on that Mount Rushmore, you niggas can't front no more, bitch, I'ma reign until FEMA show up
    When shots got to ringing, like freedom, I ducked
    E&J fell out my cup
    Them bullets fly by, that shit sober you up
    I'm proud of my niggas, they never switched up
    Don't care if it's Michael B. Jordan that's calling my woman to fuck, she ain't gon' never pick up
    Sadly, I can't say the same for you niggas
    A couple of dollars be changing you niggas
    I pray for you niggas, but

    How come a nigga ain't enter his prime?
    Still gettin' better after all this time
    These niggas say that they killers, they lyin'
    Only thing I see them killing is time

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    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind
    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind
    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind
    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the, uh

    It's not 'bout the money, it's more about time
    Shit makes sense when you see how I spend mine
    Burst through the ceiling, I'm feeling sublime
    Can't leave the game yet, I feel like LeBron

    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind
    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind
    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind
    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the, uh

    How come a nigga ain't enter his prime?
    Still gettin' better after all this time
    These niggas say that they killers, they lyin'
    Only thing I see 'em killin' is time

    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind
    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind
    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind
    One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind

    Ooh, one hundred mil' and I'm still
    One hundred mil' and I'm still
    One hundred mil' and I'm still
    One hundred mil' and I'm still
    One hundred mil' and I'm still
    One hundred mil' and I'm still
    One hundred mil' and I'm still
    One hundred mil' and I'm still
    One hundred mil' and I'm still

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    Composición: J Cole, B Evans, Mel Hendricks, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams y Mel Hugee

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