J. Cole, Jeezy - Kenny Lofton lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[J. Cole, Jeezy - Kenny Lofton lyrics]
Hurt, way down deep inside of me
And it breaks my heart
Get paid a pretty penny for my thoughts
I'm Hardaway with grammar, I'm hot
They only care 'bout a nigga
When he handle the rock
Or when he dishing the pill
Or when he grippin' the steel
Bailing out my brother
Tell the lawyer "get the appeal"
With the flick of the pen
Write the check and he out
Two years later he be at
My shows checking me out
Know he proud of lil bro and
How my records be out
Flashbacks to childhood when he
Was deckin' me out
Now it's clear lil 'Maine is the best MC out
Hands down, flow water, can't drown
My flow father, go harder, Cole smarter
Shout out to fiends in Queens
I'm team no daughters
I seen it all at this young age
The only thing left to do is
Die and hit front page
Should I knock on wood and
Pray like God forbid?
These hoes be poppin' pills, these
Niggas be poppin' shit, bitch
Just caught fire like a young
Richard Pryor with unforgettable quotes
They only care 'bout a nigga
When tellin' a joke
Or when he's sellin' his dope
They tell the reverend "Man
I rather get to heaven with coke
Then live in hell and be broke"
Shout out to black man who beat
The odds by yellin' for hope
Today he asked if I could Twitter
Y'all and tell you to vote
My nigga, how could I, knowing what I know
It's a game of charades
Masquerade for the dough
Read the teleprompter these niggas is
Actors on the low
Yeah I voted for the nigga 'cause
He got the best show
Like I got the best flow
On your mark, set, go
Mama got us out the hood but we still ghetto
I seen it all at this young age
The only thing left to do is
Die and hit front page
Should I knock on wood and
Pray like God forbid?
These hoes be poppin' pills, these
Niggas be poppin' shit, bitch
I said, you wouldn't know the truth if it
Was right there in your face
See I can't explain the feeling when
The feds surround your place
In that PJ Rosé
I drink that shit by the case
Like somebody pray for me, Reverend Run
Pastor Mase see I do this for my homie he
Got caught with a soft eight
When I say a soft eight
Yeah that's two less than ten
If they let him out today he
Gon' do it all again
Say he lost the first time it
Won't stop until he win
Street life will have you drunk
I'm talkin Seagram’s Gin
Yeah we screamin' Scarface
But we all know how that ends
Every word is like dope
You can snort it like lines
If I said it, then I meant it
They reciting' every line
If I had to write a book
It would be the Life and Times
Every verse is that work
You can weigh it like a nine
You see I lost a lot of
Niggas and it broke my heart
Life is staged, I just played my part
Haha, yeah
Pac on the mic in his prime
They only care 'bout a nigga
When he writing a rhyme, boy
Kenny Lofton, you feelin' my pace?
They only care 'bout a nigga
When he stealin' the base
It's like I'm Wilt the Stilt
I'm fucking them all
They only care 'bout a nigga
When he dunkin' the ball, mane
And it breaks my heart
The world’s a stage, I'll just play my part