J. Cole - J. Cole Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #108 lyrics

Yeah
Rest assured, the best is here in the flesh
And that's for sure
The rest should wear 'em a vest
I'm set for war, nigga, press record
I send niggas to address the Lord
Same flow that put your neck to sword
The same flow that just undressed your whore
Takeover, nigga, check the score
This is chess, better check your board
Who gave the world more fire
But got less reward?
No stress, my only guess is that less is more
More or less hundred G's in my dresser drawer
I'm blessed, hope IRS don't arrest me for it
I'm new to it
My new crib got the Times Square view to it
While two bitches lay in my bed
I'm used to it
That's your best friend givin' me head
Now you do it see, mami, it's not so weird


After I hit, I cut you off like Picasso ear
Van Gogh or whoever
Goddamn, Cole, you're too clever
Like a fuckin' James Brown sample
You're two-ever times two, that's forever
More treble
Meanin' more high-end shit on your level
Put the fear of God in niggas, I'm pure Devil
Walkin' contradiction my description
Off the top, magician
Compositions nonfiction
Shitted in the competition's pot to piss in
Gone, uh, so long, uh
Saturdays, a nigga used to mow lawns, uh
Nowadays, a nigga be eatin' prawns
Fuck my bitch by the window
Wave to the peepin' Toms, ugh
Yes, I'm Carolina's finest
Southern nigga with New York stamps, honest
Out in Queens with the fiends
I'm your highness cole World
Don't mistake it for a sinus infection
At this point, I'm just flexin'
Bas is next in line, and the test is time
Play the game right, nigga
He gon' rest his mom
In the sands of Sudan where she rest her mind
And find peace, 'cause her son'll be fine
He got the city on his back
And I got him on mine
You think I'm lyin'? Shit
Step one, got the 'Ville on map
Shit I predicted in my raps
I done did all that
Next please, eat rappers, mmm, check please
Here's a tip while niggas grip my testes
You wan' shoot? Then shoot
Don't play with me
Hardest shit out the South since slavery
Nigga
Hardest shit out the South since slavery
Nigga
Part I I: "Still Tippin'" by Mike Jones

Ugh woke up this morning and wondered
"Hey, should I get fresh or
Should I keep it humble?"
My closet like Dover Street
Used to be bummin'
Some days, I'm still bummin'
The difference is now, it's by choice
Got dressed and peeped out the window
These lil' niggas different, they
Don't play Nintendo, they play with extendos
I hope you can limbo
That chopper gon' spin you around like
A judge on The Voice
I'm from a city where most
Niggas never get lucky enough
To see somethin' outside county limit's
I ran up the digit's
I don't have no muh'fuckin'
Business complainin' about nothin'
Ain't got no time or no patience
For lists they be makin'
Or who they debatin' is better
Let's face it, he one of the greatest
No Bill Cosby shit, but
If niggas is sleepin', then fuck 'em
Most niggas don't understand me
I don't do the GRAMMY's
I be in my jammies on sofa
Most niggas don't understand me
Ferrari or Camry
I bet I look good in 'em both
Most niggas don't even get this
"Cole, how you on top but you
Don't got no bitches?" I know
Most niggas don't even get this
If given the chance, they
Trade family for riches, i know
Look at my ceilin', it's endless
I'm sick and these bitch
Niggas feelin' the symptoms
It ain't enough vitamin C in they
System to get rid of me
I'ma kill 'em relentless on top
I sound like I'm still in the trenches
I come from the 'Ville
I turn villains to victims
Reach and see "RIP" fill up your mentions
A message for niggas that's feelin' ambitious
How come a nigga still ain't hit his prime?
Ahh, you bitch, Off-Season comin' May 14th
Fuck all y'all niggas, it's over for you
I swear to God