Lyrics:
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
Knowing when mama hit the store she wasn't buying that shit
No I ain't crying a bit man
That's just life that's just how shit work
You reach your hand in
hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet
And I still walk down the aisle with a plastic Tec
Haha..
[Interlude: Trife Da God]
Uh, that's what I'm talking
sure do 'cause right now
The only thing that can stop Big Shilrey is Jenny Craig
I ain't goin' to jail, I ain't goin' to jail
Aw man, I ain't even did
go (there he go)
Yeah, that's him, paid an arm and a limb for him
'Cause they know the hoes jump out the gym for him (go)
Gucci Mane and J. Cole
to some J Cole
kinda interlude/instrumental type
Type beat
And uh
Found out that we had some similarities
Not the same story, but some similarities
About
some ice
I think I'm in love like Beyonce be with Jigga
It's not his major figure that want him to be my nigga
He got that magic stick that make my
fly that I defy the laws of physics
I ain't think it was possible for a
Check to have this many digit's
Mathematically exquisite
Am I cocky just
Sandler was
Fuckin' in the first 50 Dates
That's kind of a low blow I shouldn't
Have made fun of that car crash
That was some hard shit to live through
But
loads
But I don't do tings like Yorke and Cole
Them peng tings dangerous
There ain't no love that's painless
But she demand white gold pieces
Bro's out
on some hi tech
You ain't even on that shit
Riding around with a ar
With a extendo clip
How long that bitch take to empty
That's a movie clip
Switching
by they bros & I swear that shit just so bold
Talking the real feel like J. Cole
Ik my brothas all in for this life swear imma rock & they gone roll
happened
If he really did shoot her, that was some lame shit
She snitchin' now but she a girl so it ain't the same shit (yeah)
We ain't lookin' at her
and just go
I called some patnas with sum ski mask cuz that nigga broke code
Y'all better watch it fore i pop the fucking trunk like j Cole
I ain't no pac
gettin' chicks, I'm already pouncin' that
Goin' through some shit? Lemme know, always around to chat
Fuck a frat, all they personalities flat
I craft
just we be wildin'
You lyin' about yo shit nigga I
Ain't neva' been on no island
Never road in no Bentley
Yes I did last night
Cause that was my first
honeys
Dro puffers, Remi sippers, V.I.P. real honeys
No dummies, takin no shit from a nigga that's full of shit honeys
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this
Didn't lose my soul I gave it up by choice
Now you all can hear the devil in my voice
So seductive i make j cole's girl moist
Now getting girls at my shows
throat, feel this Rollie on your lips
(Ain't that some shit?) Didn't I tell you you should watch your mouth, bitch?
(Verse 2: J-Zone)
You the type to spell
me, yeah
This shit ain't by chance
I'm gettin' my cash in advance
I never accepted no handouts
Was all in my plans
The others all love to just rant
But
and I even killed the interlude
Been through withdrawal, so I ain't scared to lose
I done been through it all, face to face with a noose
Looked the devil
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