J. Cole - Head Bussa lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Head Bussa lyrics]
Now do I roll up, get higher?
Or po' up, get tired?
Do I roll up, get higher?
Or po' up, get tired? yeah
Okay, I'm back on a mission to pay my tuition
Got loans out the ass
What you know 'bout my past?
I was so late for class, hit the probate
Get trashed
Fell asleep off the Henny, back in '08
I crashed with my foot on the gas
Thank the Lord I'm still here no insurance
So now I'm racin' home on first gear
On that morn' I shed tears
Asking what I'm doing here
I should be rich, I'm sick
It's like I got the fuckin' flu in here
But yet I'm just chillin' like
I'm back on the yard
My niggas say I'm the truth and
When I rap they applaud
That what was my Unsigned Hype like
In the back of The Source
It's like I'm tryna get the head
But she just jackin' me off i needed more
Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store
Put my feet on floor
Borrow money from mi amor
Just to cop a microphone
The same one that put me on tour
She held you down
Now you out here fuckin' 'round
Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas
What? Gold diggers, Crys sippers, what?
Cold nigga, flow sicker, what?
Muh'fucker, I'm a fuckin' head bussa, go
Coming down on the strip, liqour in the whip
Parking lot pimp, enough game to be sold
Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money
Someone told me boy you got your
Whole life to get old
But everything that glitter ain't gold
The grass ain't greener, I've been told
She told me
"Boy you want your cake and eat it too?"
I said "It's cake
That's what you're supposed to do?"
Ok my granny just died
But I'm too broke to go
And she asking my fears but
She too close to know
Got trust issues I'm trying
Where it come from? Don't know
I just block out the pain, blow the fuck up
Get dough see, I thought that would help me
It turns out it's worse now
My girl want her first child
My label won't work out
My mama don't see me unless I'm on TV
I pray she (don't break down)
She strong, but she need me
They killed Saddam, now I wonder who's sane
How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne?
Old chick callin', but I'm onto new things
She still a dime, but I always lose change
Young Simba
Went from bottom of the food chain to
A few chains in a new Range
She tellin' me "So much has happened
Would've thought you changed!"
We ain't fuck in nine months it's
Safe to say I'm due man
Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas
What? Gold diggers, Crys sippers, what?
Cold nigga, flow sicker, what?
Muh'fucker, I'm a fuckin' head bussa, go
Coming down on the strip, liqour in the whip
Parking lot pimp, enough game to be sold
Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money
Someone told me "Boy
You got your whole life to get old"
But everything that glitter ain't gold
The grass ain't greener, I've been told
She told me
"Boy you want your cake and eat it too?"
I said "It's cake
That's what you're supposed to do?"
Or po' up, get tired?
Do I roll up, get higher?
Or po' up, get tired? yeah
Okay, I'm back on a mission to pay my tuition
Got loans out the ass
What you know 'bout my past?
I was so late for class, hit the probate
Get trashed
Fell asleep off the Henny, back in '08
I crashed with my foot on the gas
Thank the Lord I'm still here no insurance
So now I'm racin' home on first gear
On that morn' I shed tears
Asking what I'm doing here
I should be rich, I'm sick
It's like I got the fuckin' flu in here
But yet I'm just chillin' like
I'm back on the yard
My niggas say I'm the truth and
When I rap they applaud
That what was my Unsigned Hype like
In the back of The Source
It's like I'm tryna get the head
But she just jackin' me off i needed more
Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store
Put my feet on floor
Borrow money from mi amor
Just to cop a microphone
The same one that put me on tour
She held you down
Now you out here fuckin' 'round
Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas
What? Gold diggers, Crys sippers, what?
Cold nigga, flow sicker, what?
Muh'fucker, I'm a fuckin' head bussa, go
Coming down on the strip, liqour in the whip
Parking lot pimp, enough game to be sold
Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money
Someone told me boy you got your
Whole life to get old
But everything that glitter ain't gold
The grass ain't greener, I've been told
She told me
"Boy you want your cake and eat it too?"
I said "It's cake
That's what you're supposed to do?"
Ok my granny just died
But I'm too broke to go
And she asking my fears but
She too close to know
Got trust issues I'm trying
Where it come from? Don't know
I just block out the pain, blow the fuck up
Get dough see, I thought that would help me
It turns out it's worse now
My girl want her first child
My label won't work out
My mama don't see me unless I'm on TV
I pray she (don't break down)
She strong, but she need me
They killed Saddam, now I wonder who's sane
How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne?
Old chick callin', but I'm onto new things
She still a dime, but I always lose change
Young Simba
Went from bottom of the food chain to
A few chains in a new Range
She tellin' me "So much has happened
Would've thought you changed!"
We ain't fuck in nine months it's
Safe to say I'm due man
Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas
What? Gold diggers, Crys sippers, what?
Cold nigga, flow sicker, what?
Muh'fucker, I'm a fuckin' head bussa, go
Coming down on the strip, liqour in the whip
Parking lot pimp, enough game to be sold
Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money
Someone told me "Boy
You got your whole life to get old"
But everything that glitter ain't gold
The grass ain't greener, I've been told
She told me
"Boy you want your cake and eat it too?"
I said "It's cake
That's what you're supposed to do?"