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catch a bang to
The teeth ya get me?

Hey Starbucks? Yea can I get a
J-Mocha please? Oh I'm sorry
What's that? Oh you don't serve
Drinks that fresh?

All motherfuckin' night
This brought to you by the DJ that like to keep you up
When everybody else nice and tucked
It's so dark outside, we just all

Dirty World

The Hot Boys

Get It How U Live!

1997

to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin' to take ya spot, you think

up the fiends
That wanna fill they blood with D, tell the J's to fuck with me
I'm with the killers hundred deep, you'll get buried underneath
Check out

Life)
Man, all I'm trying to do is just drive my car
Turn my beats up and rhyme these bars
But even when I abide by laws
You run my plates just to find my

Gotta get my hands dirty, pull that mask out
Get caught by King Von, boy, you assed out
See, I'm tweakin' again
Lost Jarrod, I can't see him again
Now

I can't fight
And I won't hit you if you stand by
But I can certainly destroy you with the damn mic
Cause with this paper and pen inside of my hand
I

I can't fight
And I won't hit you if you stand by
But I can certainly destroy you with the damn mic
Cause with this paper and pen inside of my hand
I

rent
She tell me that she love me she'll be with me till the end
Gotta be rich by 25 baby that's what I intend
I heard they like to talk a lot mess

And some people like, "why you gotta go there?"
But redemption's my Father's business
And I learned that, from the Lord's prayer
So in comparison the rest is

j cole in a dream
Told them I'm him and they couldn't believe
Knew what they see ?
Hd sticks tryna spin like a CD
Know I can't miss gotta Glock with

this
I wouldn't think twice, to kill in the name of Hip Hop where the ink is price
You gotta pay with the blood
If the fate doesn't cut off your tongue

need happiness and truth
Tired of seeing us lose, success waiting
Add that to the list of things we gotta do
Cool?

You see there's loudness in

them goals ain't gon' set themselves
You workin harder not smarter you need some extra help
My whole team is multifaceted like SNL
Multi-platinum gotta

everybody
Award shows, winning Grammy's, that is my dream
So please tell me right now, who do you want me to be

J-Doc
Yo
I just wanna write a hit, like that

I'm afraid don't believe i'm not
I've been payed but i got no pop
You can't call me something that i top
Maybe made but you forgot too mop
I was born

to succeed, it also helps me to believe
All the things my mind conceives are possible if I take heed
So high as nosebleeds seats is where I need to aim the bead

Cause this real lyricism j Cole Kendrick shit 
Spit from my soul 
Now feel the flames eating you 
This is when I let my fucking soul speak  
You don't

when she looked back
Looking like sea salt from the Dead Sea but you can be covered by the blood like you're swimming in the Red Sea
Profess and believe

You sorta like a beat up Chevy sittin on 24s
Yeah it might hurt but I gotta speak tha truth
You look like Danny Glubba in a Baby Phat suit
They call you

you don't know it yet baby
They told me everything about you, even know the name of yo lady
Ay didn't ya girl go to J.V., guess what I went there too

I'm sick like crocks
I'm feeling way better
I'm not by the book
Fuck that
Most of y'all telling me ideas hinting that I can't amount that
Like what you

smoke a little J
I just roll another up
You know it take the pain away
Whether you like it or not
Seems there ain't no other fucking way
Or so it seems

the first time
But I guess that's what it takes in this day and age
Normal J.B. ain't worth shit You need anger and rage
You need Muta, the straight shooter