J. Cole - Freestyle (Hip Hop Nation) lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Freestyle Hip Hop Nation lyrics]
Crack music, niggaget smacked music, nigga!
Look, you see them ruby red
Diamonds on my ice
You can call it what you want
Shit'll prolly change ya life
If you stole it and you pawned it
You should prolly think twice
Well connected so I'm on it
Well connected on yo flight
You niggas be writing sonnets writing sonnets
Like we miss you we miss you
Mama go get the tissue
Them things start blastin
Mark Jackson can't assist you
Life cut short like initials
Raps or the pistols
One way or another, I'mma uplift you BLAOW!
You believe me, then you crazy
All these little niggas out here wanna
Be me but they lazy
Step ya game up get ya name up
Look how I came up
Remember this bitch in high school I
Liked said I was lame but
I played it off Deep down I was ashamed
But walking through these hallways
All you got is your name
The boy she liked was g-like and very slang
Whips and fresh clothes and so
They doing they thang i ain't good enough
I ain't hood enough
This older nigga stepped up to
Me at my locker
I said put em up ready to jab at
Much to my surprise that nigga backed back
And went about his way
I threw my notebook in my backpack
Walked home just to get my thoughts goin
It’s a hardcore world if they
Think you soft porn
Niggas will try to fuck you
And steal, rob, or cut you
And we ain't sellin dope but
We still gotta hustle
And this that crack music
Nigga thatget smacked music, nigga!
Look, you see them ruby red
Diamonds on my ice
You can call it what you want
Shit'll prolly change ya life
If you stole it and you pawned it
You should prolly think twice
Well connected so I'm on it
Well connected on yo flight
You niggas be writing sonnets writing sonnets
Like we miss you we miss you
Mama go get the tissue
Them things start blastin
Mark Jackson can't assist you
Life cut short like initials
Raps or the pistols
One way or another, I'mma uplift you BLAOW!
You believe me, then you crazy
All these little niggas out here wanna
Be me but they lazy
Step ya game up get ya name up
Look how I came up
Remember this bitch in high school I
Liked said I was lame but
I played it off Deep down I was ashamed
But walking through these hallways
All you got is your name
The boy she liked was g-like and very slang
Whips and fresh clothes and so
They doing they thang i ain't good enough
I ain't hood enough
This older nigga stepped up to
Me at my locker
I said put em up ready to jab at
Much to my surprise that nigga backed back
And went about his way
I threw my notebook in my backpack
Walked home just to get my thoughts goin
It’s a hardcore world if they
Think you soft porn
Niggas will try to fuck you
And steal, rob, or cut you
And we ain't sellin dope but
We still gotta hustle
And this that crack music
Nigga thatget smacked music, nigga!