J. Cole - Be (Freestyle) lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Be Freestyle lyrics]
Cole world, cold blooded
Trapping niggas at my shows and
Them hoes love it
Backpacking niggas with the afros love it
So don't holla at a nigga
If you got no budget
Trying to get my braid up
Nope not talking cornrows
Trying to get my grade up, oh
Look how my score rose
Playing Jigga hit's he say good
Make more those
Cole got delivery bitch, you got digiornos
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
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 to tutor 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 her coming now
He might've been the first
So she only fuck with hymn
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'mma show ya'
This that Jesse Jackson
Af-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 Ville 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 what I paid for this shit? bitch
You got damn right!
Trapping niggas at my shows and
Them hoes love it
Backpacking niggas with the afros love it
So don't holla at a nigga
If you got no budget
Trying to get my braid up
Nope not talking cornrows
Trying to get my grade up, oh
Look how my score rose
Playing Jigga hit's he say good
Make more those
Cole got delivery bitch, you got digiornos
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
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 to tutor 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 her coming now
He might've been the first
So she only fuck with hymn
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'mma show ya'
This that Jesse Jackson
Af-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 Ville 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 what I paid for this shit? bitch
You got damn right!