J. Cole - I Really Mean It (Freestyle) lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - I Really Mean It Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah, The Warm Up lemme stretch out
Yeah
They say I'm the down south Nas
The east coast Pac
The Carolina Andre, the Fayettenam Kanye
So join it, can't beat it
To all the nonbelievers
If you missed it, I'll repeat it
I'm the light skinned Jesus
Here's my thesis for them niggas
With them pieces like Reese's
We ballin' while we winking at your
Bitch up in the bleachers
She fiending just to hop up on
My shit like she was featured
On that piece of shit
Bed keep on squeaking like some sneakers
On the court, here's some
Lines you can snort, food for thought
Here's a fork, no pork, damn
It, keep it pure, organic
What's the score? Lord, it's a blowout
You niggas out here shoutin', but see me
I'm just gon' show out
Bitch, it's destiny, no doubt
Niggas testing me more but I'm sure
Look homie I know my shit can
Give a tour of the sewer
I'm bored, this shit is simple
On instrumentals I'm Kimbo
Slicing on any tempo
I'm busting like many pimples on the temple
Go hard like I just seen
Some nipples on Beyonce
No disrespect to Hov
But if I didn't I'd be beyond gay
Almost erased them lines but in the
End I chose to keep 'em
'Cause if I said it, I really, I really
I really mean it, yeah
And that's just a Warm Up baby
Lemme give it to 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look, nigga
I rep my city in your city
Just to let you niggas know
Just where I'm comin from
Ville' nigga troublesome
Gats all around niggas waist
Like a cummerbund
Leave you leakin' 'til the plumber come
Still we ain't running from no man
Look bitch I'm hot enough to melt a snowman
Ey pack your bags mama we gettin
The fuck up outta Po' land
Cause, I'm programmed for the dough
While you hold hands with a ho
You ain't got no chance when I flow
Bitch I was a grown man when I was four
Boy, so sit your ass down
You lookin at the class clown
Slash valedictorian
Slash hoopin nigga best dressed
Back in school you was just a stupid nigga
And now you're rappin all you talk
Bout your Coupe is sicker
Your top is dropped but the cops
Is out here shootin niggas stupid nigga
See me I rather tell the truth to niggas
You out here stuntin
Niggas is out here frontin
Nigga you good for nothin
I'm freestylin coming off the dome
Bitch Macaulay Culkin Home Alone
I don't even know why I said that
And bitch I get bread that's enormous
Ya'll niggas on my dick man I'm dormant
That means I'm on the low
That means I'm on your ho
That means I'm about this dough
Nigga I'm coming off the dome
Bitch I'm I'll all the way to
The chromosomes in my body
Bitch get hit with a 12-gauge shotty
No Maserati, driving like Mr Cosby
Nigga know
I'm coming through I got the sicker flow
I've hit them motherfuckin niggas with that
Nigga know that drunk shit I'll shit
Comin through I spill shit like whoops, bitch
You need to read a book bitch
Yeah
They say I'm the down south Nas
The east coast Pac
The Carolina Andre, the Fayettenam Kanye
So join it, can't beat it
To all the nonbelievers
If you missed it, I'll repeat it
I'm the light skinned Jesus
Here's my thesis for them niggas
With them pieces like Reese's
We ballin' while we winking at your
Bitch up in the bleachers
She fiending just to hop up on
My shit like she was featured
On that piece of shit
Bed keep on squeaking like some sneakers
On the court, here's some
Lines you can snort, food for thought
Here's a fork, no pork, damn
It, keep it pure, organic
What's the score? Lord, it's a blowout
You niggas out here shoutin', but see me
I'm just gon' show out
Bitch, it's destiny, no doubt
Niggas testing me more but I'm sure
Look homie I know my shit can
Give a tour of the sewer
I'm bored, this shit is simple
On instrumentals I'm Kimbo
Slicing on any tempo
I'm busting like many pimples on the temple
Go hard like I just seen
Some nipples on Beyonce
No disrespect to Hov
But if I didn't I'd be beyond gay
Almost erased them lines but in the
End I chose to keep 'em
'Cause if I said it, I really, I really
I really mean it, yeah
And that's just a Warm Up baby
Lemme give it to 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look, nigga
I rep my city in your city
Just to let you niggas know
Just where I'm comin from
Ville' nigga troublesome
Gats all around niggas waist
Like a cummerbund
Leave you leakin' 'til the plumber come
Still we ain't running from no man
Look bitch I'm hot enough to melt a snowman
Ey pack your bags mama we gettin
The fuck up outta Po' land
Cause, I'm programmed for the dough
While you hold hands with a ho
You ain't got no chance when I flow
Bitch I was a grown man when I was four
Boy, so sit your ass down
You lookin at the class clown
Slash valedictorian
Slash hoopin nigga best dressed
Back in school you was just a stupid nigga
And now you're rappin all you talk
Bout your Coupe is sicker
Your top is dropped but the cops
Is out here shootin niggas stupid nigga
See me I rather tell the truth to niggas
You out here stuntin
Niggas is out here frontin
Nigga you good for nothin
I'm freestylin coming off the dome
Bitch Macaulay Culkin Home Alone
I don't even know why I said that
And bitch I get bread that's enormous
Ya'll niggas on my dick man I'm dormant
That means I'm on the low
That means I'm on your ho
That means I'm about this dough
Nigga I'm coming off the dome
Bitch I'm I'll all the way to
The chromosomes in my body
Bitch get hit with a 12-gauge shotty
No Maserati, driving like Mr Cosby
Nigga know
I'm coming through I got the sicker flow
I've hit them motherfuckin niggas with that
Nigga know that drunk shit I'll shit
Comin through I spill shit like whoops, bitch
You need to read a book bitch