J. Cole - 9 5 . s o u t h lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - 9 5 . s o u t h lyrics]
Killa, it's The Off-Season
Let's keep it tall
Y'all ain't fuckin' with my man
And don't check your watch, you know the time
Cole World, Killa Cam'
Niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah)
This shit too easy for me now
Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since
Back when CDs was around
What you sold, I tripled that
I can't believe these fuckin' clowns
Look how everybody clappin'
When your thirty-song
Album do a measly hundred thou'
If I'm bettin' on myself
Then I completely double down
If you hated on a nigga
Please don't greet me with a pound
I be stayin' out the way
But if the beef do come around
Could put a M right on your head
You Luigi brother now
Trace my steps all in this game
You could see we cover ground
Back and forth from NC to New
York when Jeezy had the crown
Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze
We duckin' down
So many shells left on the ground
It make the Easter Bunny proud
I get up, dust my clothes off
Sleep is the cousin of death
No plans to doze off, the streets
It don't come with a ref' i never sold soft
Just creeped where the hustlers crept
And got they O's off, you reach
Niggas uppin' like Steph
To blow your nose off, gesundheit
And then resume flight
As if it never happened
Shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven
Word to Eric Clapton
Off this clever rappin', bitch
My pockets gon' forever fatten
They gon' forever fatten
See, we tried to tell niggas
They act like they don't
Even fuckin' speak English
Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal
I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the
The nigga that made them, peep the reaper
Creepin' on ya
The scent of failure reekin' on ya
Check your genitalia
Pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself
Fuckin' with Cole is bold
But it's impedin' on your health
All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth
All my niggas feedin' all they selves
And it feels swell krispy Kreme dreams
Sometime my dawgs wanna kill 12 (Uh)
'Cause they steady harassin'
We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly
That end in the deadliest fashion
My young niggas nutty, they blastin'
Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one
Of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'
All over the driveway
Y'all talkin' all sideways
Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down
Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now
(Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"
My niggas looked up to the sky
Like we sendin' 'em y'all way (Y'all way)
We sendin' 'em y'all way (Y'all way)
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here
(Killa, Harlem)
I95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga
Put your hood up put your hood up
Put your hood up put your hood up
Put your clique up put your clique up
Put your clique up put your clique up
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
If you scared to throw it up
Get the fuck out the club
If you scared to throw it up
Get the fuck out the club
Let's keep it tall
Y'all ain't fuckin' with my man
And don't check your watch, you know the time
Cole World, Killa Cam'
Niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah)
This shit too easy for me now
Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since
Back when CDs was around
What you sold, I tripled that
I can't believe these fuckin' clowns
Look how everybody clappin'
When your thirty-song
Album do a measly hundred thou'
If I'm bettin' on myself
Then I completely double down
If you hated on a nigga
Please don't greet me with a pound
I be stayin' out the way
But if the beef do come around
Could put a M right on your head
You Luigi brother now
Trace my steps all in this game
You could see we cover ground
Back and forth from NC to New
York when Jeezy had the crown
Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze
We duckin' down
So many shells left on the ground
It make the Easter Bunny proud
I get up, dust my clothes off
Sleep is the cousin of death
No plans to doze off, the streets
It don't come with a ref' i never sold soft
Just creeped where the hustlers crept
And got they O's off, you reach
Niggas uppin' like Steph
To blow your nose off, gesundheit
And then resume flight
As if it never happened
Shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven
Word to Eric Clapton
Off this clever rappin', bitch
My pockets gon' forever fatten
They gon' forever fatten
See, we tried to tell niggas
They act like they don't
Even fuckin' speak English
Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal
I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the
The nigga that made them, peep the reaper
Creepin' on ya
The scent of failure reekin' on ya
Check your genitalia
Pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself
Fuckin' with Cole is bold
But it's impedin' on your health
All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth
All my niggas feedin' all they selves
And it feels swell krispy Kreme dreams
Sometime my dawgs wanna kill 12 (Uh)
'Cause they steady harassin'
We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly
That end in the deadliest fashion
My young niggas nutty, they blastin'
Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one
Of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'
All over the driveway
Y'all talkin' all sideways
Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down
Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now
(Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"
My niggas looked up to the sky
Like we sendin' 'em y'all way (Y'all way)
We sendin' 'em y'all way (Y'all way)
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here
(Killa, Harlem)
I95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga
Put your hood up put your hood up
Put your hood up put your hood up
Put your clique up put your clique up
Put your clique up put your clique up
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
If you scared to throw it up
Get the fuck out the club
If you scared to throw it up
Get the fuck out the club