J. Cole - Can I Bus lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Can I Bus lyrics]
Yeah it's therapist
The golden child yeah
Peep what I'm saying yo, yo, check it, yo
Yeah you cats is fly but
Your plane is crashing
You came and passed, my range blasting
I came slashing
Same fashion that OJ stabbed him
My brain's packed with more
Lines than caine addicts
These insane raps should stay
Wrapped in a Straitjacket
You featherweight class bitch
Don't want mine
That's why your whole squad is telling me
"Pick on someone your own size"
I got the whole nine
Ain't perfect but I'm border lining
My album come with a surgeon
General's warning on it (Sick)
I spit a born vomit, the hot shit
Even when I die shit
I'll still be the livest
Quit with the nonsense
You hating but you feeling it though
Stepped on stage
Got arrested for stealing the show
Stealing the zone, never left it
Niggas never contested
On a five star scale you
Get one less then Texas (Get it)
I got narcoleptics, why the whote now
When this shit goes down
Niggas barely show up when I show down
I hold ground, go more rounds than carrousels
And you beating me only
Happens in fairy tales you dreaming
Mmy pieces is so dope you feinding
That Cole flow you sink when I
Dive off the deep end i'm head hunting
Heads front but ain't said nothing
So heads up or spill red blood
Cause your head is gushing
Bitch what, no STD's but still a sick fuck
You blast from point blank range
And never hit once
I'm heaven sent from devilish to Specialist
You niggas couldn't make a good
Impression of wet cement
So throw up the white flag
No need to fight back drop your mic
Head to the freezer and grab the knife pack
Get your lights snatched
I'm cold as the ice cap
Sold my soul to satan
Turned around and stole it right back
I'm jacking dead broke folks
Cause I'm dirt poorer
I tried to ball but fouled
Out in the first quarter flagrant rhymes
The facts that you proclaiming
Ain't even the same raise as mine
Taking the same frame of mind
I'm out to shine on any
Track that I'm hopping on
Change your album name to false alarm
It's not the bomb the style is off the wall
Kick shit like Bandhan therapist is the man
Hands down like a handstand
With a grand flow and my heart had to follow
I'm so ahead of my time
I wrote this rhyme tomorrow, what
The golden child yeah
Peep what I'm saying yo, yo, check it, yo
Yeah you cats is fly but
Your plane is crashing
You came and passed, my range blasting
I came slashing
Same fashion that OJ stabbed him
My brain's packed with more
Lines than caine addicts
These insane raps should stay
Wrapped in a Straitjacket
You featherweight class bitch
Don't want mine
That's why your whole squad is telling me
"Pick on someone your own size"
I got the whole nine
Ain't perfect but I'm border lining
My album come with a surgeon
General's warning on it (Sick)
I spit a born vomit, the hot shit
Even when I die shit
I'll still be the livest
Quit with the nonsense
You hating but you feeling it though
Stepped on stage
Got arrested for stealing the show
Stealing the zone, never left it
Niggas never contested
On a five star scale you
Get one less then Texas (Get it)
I got narcoleptics, why the whote now
When this shit goes down
Niggas barely show up when I show down
I hold ground, go more rounds than carrousels
And you beating me only
Happens in fairy tales you dreaming
Mmy pieces is so dope you feinding
That Cole flow you sink when I
Dive off the deep end i'm head hunting
Heads front but ain't said nothing
So heads up or spill red blood
Cause your head is gushing
Bitch what, no STD's but still a sick fuck
You blast from point blank range
And never hit once
I'm heaven sent from devilish to Specialist
You niggas couldn't make a good
Impression of wet cement
So throw up the white flag
No need to fight back drop your mic
Head to the freezer and grab the knife pack
Get your lights snatched
I'm cold as the ice cap
Sold my soul to satan
Turned around and stole it right back
I'm jacking dead broke folks
Cause I'm dirt poorer
I tried to ball but fouled
Out in the first quarter flagrant rhymes
The facts that you proclaiming
Ain't even the same raise as mine
Taking the same frame of mind
I'm out to shine on any
Track that I'm hopping on
Change your album name to false alarm
It's not the bomb the style is off the wall
Kick shit like Bandhan therapist is the man
Hands down like a handstand
With a grand flow and my heart had to follow
I'm so ahead of my time
I wrote this rhyme tomorrow, what