Lyrics:
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
album
You want some truths for yo soul then i'll switch my style up
Attach the facts to what hap pen and rip the files up
We ain't never bitch
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
Who dat running through your view?
Who dat mobbing with his crew?
Who dat talk it like he walk like he got something to prove
Want an album? Give 'em
stand
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man?
First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn't stressin'
Second time you did it, okay now
with the business suit
(Gimme the loot)
Pockets overflowin’ and I still rob you (Heh)
Just copped the Wu-Tang album from the Feds
Now I’m ridin’ round,
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
every time I'm by you!
This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was a hit, but this shits the illest (It's the illest)
them make me feel alive
Class of '23, I'm sure that most of you don't care enough to listen to me
But either way this album should serve as a memento
contacted by an A and R
He sold me a dream and said that he would make me a star
Oh how naive I can be so let's see
Want to know why the album taking so long
folks I wrote a track on a Beatles album, now how about that
I like to be artistically more involved in all the music that we play
There will still be
now (You in danger now)
You a DC here trying to save her now (Captain save a ho)
Was the game, I'm the player now (Bitch what)
By yourself, who you came
shh, then cue in the music
Like we’re livin’ in a scary movie
Once upon a midnight dreary
Sitting by the fire in our study feeling scary
Writin’ our
barbarian!
After that I went to taco bell!
Gave that ho a toe called that a ho toe tell!
Call me Santa the way I got ho ho hoez!
Now Ima start Talkin' to by
fucked a girl at summer camp
Change the story so the fam believe me
Them days ain't over
My mentality was changing as I got older
Promising an album by
of a single
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
And the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin' my ass half naked, lovin' this life
Waitin' for Kim album to drop, knowin' it's tight
Standin' center
or right
And then I started considering the brutality that I witness everyday
And how numb to the sight of human suffering I'd become in my middle age
Now
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
statements
Then kick back, relax, and go catch some vibrations
Chief like I had cataracts, now I look half mixed with Asian
Oh shit, wait, my bad, that was
of it, the sway and swing of it
But every time he tried to hold her
She'd shake and shout "Olé", (Olé) then go the other way
Now all night long he did
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
Brothers
I listened on repeat
Was a song all about chainsaws and
Symphonies so I found you
And I bought all fucking 29 of
Your albums and it's like
Now we
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