J. Cole - Grew Up Fast lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Grew Up Fast lyrics]
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Wooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double, double crossed
By a guy who was my friend
I see him now and then
But, I pretend I'm doing fine
When I'm about to lose my mind
Nigga I grew up fast, then blew up fast
Money fallin out my pockets I
Got too much cash
Can't fit nothin in her pockets she
Got too much ass like goddamn
Well if you must ask
We from the school of hard knocks
But your crew cut class
Half white but don't think I
Got a Klu Klux pass when I'm up in the V
Police be fuckin with me
No sir no license all I got
Here is this fuckin degree
Move along cocksucker ain't nothin to see
Unless you talkin blockbusters
You niggas is not Russell
You more Diggy - me I'm more Biggie
No diss to the young boy im
Just rappin get bored quickly
Just to make up for that line
Invite him on tour with me
Show him the game let him
Finagle these whores with me
Run through they doors with me
Hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night
Leave him there with two dykes probably
Change a nigga life right what up Vanessa
I loved you that one semester
Thanks to my profession I
Balled like Uncle Fester
Thinkin about the board I use
To have above the dresser
Half the shit I wrote down I did it
It's old now got
New goals, plus my money on Manute Bol
Funny how my old highs is
Suddenly my new lows
Tired of every chick sayin she
Models before she swallow
So I only fuck with hat tricks
Bitches with a few goals
Niggas keep askin me how I feel how ya feel
It's Coleee
Not even slightly interested in
What ya opinion is
I gotta greater purpose then a hater purpose
I'mma stack paper, hustle just to relax later
Serve niggas and bring change
That's a waiter's purpose
Look how I made em nervous, niggas is shakin
I know they fakin' okay you a killer right
And Miss Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is Haitian and
Me and Beyonce datin'
And Jesus Christ be hatin
Got mad love from Satan
For fuckin Sanaa Lathan while
Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the deadbeat father of
Your little brother
In other words goddamnit I'm
A bad motherfucker it's Cole
It's only right I brought back the soul
Y'all got way too electro, damn near techno
Halfway homo, way too metro
Hennesy XO, Cole flow special
Style like Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row
Learn somethin boy, grow yo ass up
Cheap nigga if you was liquor I'd
Probably throw yo ass up
Matter a fact if you was grass
I'd probably mow yo ass up
Last call for you old niggas go
And pour yo last cup
Yea, yea, yea yea, Cole World
This nigga Ib is fuckin'he's a bitch
He told me to talk shit to y'all niggas
So I'mma talk my shit
Dreamville in the building
I know what y'all want me to talk about
What y'all want to me to discuss
But we'll get to that later
Them bitch ass niggas
My nigga Big Sean in the building
My nigga Canei on the beat
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Wooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double, double crossed
By a guy who was my friend
I see him now and then
But, I pretend I'm doing fine
When I'm about to lose my mind
Nigga I grew up fast, then blew up fast
Money fallin out my pockets I
Got too much cash
Can't fit nothin in her pockets she
Got too much ass like goddamn
Well if you must ask
We from the school of hard knocks
But your crew cut class
Half white but don't think I
Got a Klu Klux pass when I'm up in the V
Police be fuckin with me
No sir no license all I got
Here is this fuckin degree
Move along cocksucker ain't nothin to see
Unless you talkin blockbusters
You niggas is not Russell
You more Diggy - me I'm more Biggie
No diss to the young boy im
Just rappin get bored quickly
Just to make up for that line
Invite him on tour with me
Show him the game let him
Finagle these whores with me
Run through they doors with me
Hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night
Leave him there with two dykes probably
Change a nigga life right what up Vanessa
I loved you that one semester
Thanks to my profession I
Balled like Uncle Fester
Thinkin about the board I use
To have above the dresser
Half the shit I wrote down I did it
It's old now got
New goals, plus my money on Manute Bol
Funny how my old highs is
Suddenly my new lows
Tired of every chick sayin she
Models before she swallow
So I only fuck with hat tricks
Bitches with a few goals
Niggas keep askin me how I feel how ya feel
It's Coleee
Not even slightly interested in
What ya opinion is
I gotta greater purpose then a hater purpose
I'mma stack paper, hustle just to relax later
Serve niggas and bring change
That's a waiter's purpose
Look how I made em nervous, niggas is shakin
I know they fakin' okay you a killer right
And Miss Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is Haitian and
Me and Beyonce datin'
And Jesus Christ be hatin
Got mad love from Satan
For fuckin Sanaa Lathan while
Meagan Good is waitin'
I'm the deadbeat father of
Your little brother
In other words goddamnit I'm
A bad motherfucker it's Cole
It's only right I brought back the soul
Y'all got way too electro, damn near techno
Halfway homo, way too metro
Hennesy XO, Cole flow special
Style like Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row
Learn somethin boy, grow yo ass up
Cheap nigga if you was liquor I'd
Probably throw yo ass up
Matter a fact if you was grass
I'd probably mow yo ass up
Last call for you old niggas go
And pour yo last cup
Yea, yea, yea yea, Cole World
This nigga Ib is fuckin'he's a bitch
He told me to talk shit to y'all niggas
So I'mma talk my shit
Dreamville in the building
I know what y'all want me to talk about
What y'all want to me to discuss
But we'll get to that later
Them bitch ass niggas
My nigga Big Sean in the building
My nigga Canei on the beat