J. Cole - Cosmic Kev Freestyle lyrics

It took me all day to find some inspiration
It just hit me like a ton of bricks
No renovation problem with the game now
There ain't no innovation
I see my shit all in your shit
We call that imitation
And they say that’s flattering but
I ain't flattered at all
Matter fact y’all need to practice that more
See my man Nate, ask me if I gained weight
I said nah my pockets got fatter, that’s all
Money was an issue but now
That that’s solved, I ball, i ball
Like Kobe in the fall
Put trophies on my wall
Rather trophies on my mantel
Dawg my shows be off the handle
Take the proceeds, go to gamble, ha
Bet it all black
And pray I quadruple my salary
If I win maybe then I can pay Sallie Mae


Told her I be dealing with
Some real life shit
She be asking when, bitch
When I feel like it
Cole World, Cole life, Cole blooded
I be on my shit and look
At all the hoes love it
Got a hundred fifty bitches in
The club staring at me
How that feel? Very happy (very happy)

Cole World, Boy, check the degree’s
These lil niggas is trash go
And get the Febreeze
That’s why I blew up on you
Sucka’s all thats left is debris
One soldier’s all that’s left is fatigues
Act like you know me boy, I’m Kobe
How the fuck you gon step in my league
Rapping bout bullshit, your message fatigue
Played out, phoney nigga probably only got
Arrested for weed
And out here talking that dime shit
Dom Perignon shit not gon cut it like some
Scissors on my lawn shit
Grown cause I own shit
This is what you won’t get
Game so cold, bring the blizzard to the Palms
I’m a wizard
I’m a don and I put this on my mom
I’m offended, I’m appalled
If y’all ain’t bowing
Claim you a monster but y’all ain't growling
Claim you a beast, why y’all ain't howling?
‘Bout as sweet as a jumper
On the gay Ray Allen
I’m ’bout fucking hoes like Ray J wylin’
Killin’ niggas like K K K violence
I guess it’s why they pay homage
Momma I’mma be BIG and I put
That on the late great Wallace
Christopher, check my temperature
Nigga my integers whatever man


Alone in my zone
Tell me don’t it sound stunning
Been f-cked the world but
She just now cummin’ if I ever fell off I
Would hit the ground runnin’
I ain't never been the one
For fourth down puntin’
Aiming at a couple heads
Bitch I’m crown huntin’
Red dots cause a nigga dread locks
So I lock pick just to lock shit back
I want Money, Power
Respect since the Lox said that
Better stay up on your toes
This is not tic tac
Yet, I’m a breath of fresh air
You can place your bets here
Ballin’ like a Laker you should
Pray for next year
Cause, I’m repeating and I’m 3-peatin’
And I’m knee deep in the game it's
Quick sand and I keep leakin’
The label heat seekin’, nigga ain't sign me
What the fuck was he thinkin’
They say I killed the game
That was only pre-season

I’m heavy i’m heavy
Man these niggas get exlusives hey, hey

Man, I’m already hot
You can say I’m pre heated if money talks
Mine telling your’s "be seated"
Cut my leg off I wouldn’t be defeated
Illest nigga in the game bitch
And you can retweet it
Email the shit make sure you CC it
For these fuck niggas who
Don’t wanna believe it
I be in the airport damn near bare foot
Security hollin’ out, Cole we need it
Getting high as fuck and I
Don’t even be weeded
No point drinkin’ I can’t even be faded
Real recognize real like they related
You ain't no fucking G boy
Your style G-Rated
Hatred is flattery I’m glad to be hated
Fuckin’ bad bitches that would
Rather be dated
Carolina niggas just happy he made it
My money was running late now
Now it’s happy belated
I’m heavy, nigga I’m heavy