Be (Freestyle)

J. Cole

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    Cole world, cold blooded
    Trapping niggas at my shows and them hoes love it
    Backpacking niggas with the afroes love it
    So don't holla at a nigga 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 bitch, you got digornoes
    They fucking with me because I'm real as shit
    Well if you feel this shit, here goes some realer shit

    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 shit 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'

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    Unh, a little drug dealer reference what, I can't try
    These niggas out here lying, why can't I
    Flashbacks where my teacher told me I can't fly

    Then he looked at nigga 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 bitches 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 fuck 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 nigga I'm a show ya', this that Jesse Jackson uh

    Firmative; action so master I'm taxing uh
    Don't let the cover fool ya', bitch I ain't no freshman
    In my own class man, I write my own passes

    I hear the shots fired, yeah I see the stones casted
    My shit is already fire, don't gas it
    Niggas hear my album say sound like a classic

    Niggas say your album might not even see the plastic
    Bastard, how you gonna match with a nigga
    Who done mastered the shit you practice

    Catch this, a real nigga 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 shit, nigga you God damn right

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