J. Cole - Simba lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Simba lyrics]
Yeah it's Fayettenam, nigga
Yeah it's for the Ville, nigga, uh
Straight out the Ville and I made it
Like a villain I'm hated
I see 'em grillin', I ate it though
Finna blow inflatable
That's undebatable, uh, I'm givin' niggas
Food for thought, the flow is catered, yo
I'm never faded though
Haters wanna see me broke, but
Me and the dough related, ho
It's like my only son, where I go, he comes
Niggas dumb to be braggin'
'bout that stupid shit
Nah, I don't stunt on niggas, I show
'em how to do this shit
I'm somethin' like the
Light-skin version of the very same baby
That The Virgin Mary raised
That's word to e'rything
Nigga, life a scary game but I'm playin'
You sucker niggas
Lie in e'rything that ya sayin'
Shame on y'all
You tryna ball with the game on pause
A nigga pull the thing on y'all
Y'all stain y'all draw
Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog
I got protection
Lethal weapons and they aim on y'all
I'm like the man on mars i'm high as hell
Watch me blow like I exhaled
I excel in this rap shit 'cause
Y'all spittin' that wack shit
Now every nigga suddenly be rappin'
'bout that trap shit
So while you niggas copycat the
Cats that made classics
I just massacre the streets
I'm a master of the beats and the rhymes
I'm rappin' for the freaks and the dimes
And I shine like a motherfuckin' diamond
You shine like a motherfuckin' dime
That's word to my mom
I don't mind if you niggas hate
Just know you hatin'
On that nigga, nigga get it straight
I'm spittin' hungry like
Ain't shit up on my dinner plate
The kind of flow that
Make a nigga hyperventilate, uh, see
Let me demonstrate i grew up with nothin'
It hurt me to see my mother poor
The only pops a nigga ever
Seen around was Huxtable
And so the muscle flow is something
You can't get no muzzle for
Look how the buzz'll grow
Ballin' 'til the buzzer blow
Man, I'm hungry, does it
Show? Ain't nuttin' funny, fuck a joke
I'm gettin' money 'til my pockets
Need a tummy tuck, i hope
You niggas woke now
Impermanently send you to hell
You meet the devil, sign a permanent lease
Word on the streets
Is I'm the prince nigga, check the splendor
And I can't wait
To be the King, nigga: young Simba
Word on the streets
Is I'm the Prince nigga, check the splendor
And I can't wait
To be the king, nigga: young Simba, nigga
Yeah
Yeah it's for the Ville, nigga, uh
Straight out the Ville and I made it
Like a villain I'm hated
I see 'em grillin', I ate it though
Finna blow inflatable
That's undebatable, uh, I'm givin' niggas
Food for thought, the flow is catered, yo
I'm never faded though
Haters wanna see me broke, but
Me and the dough related, ho
It's like my only son, where I go, he comes
Niggas dumb to be braggin'
'bout that stupid shit
Nah, I don't stunt on niggas, I show
'em how to do this shit
I'm somethin' like the
Light-skin version of the very same baby
That The Virgin Mary raised
That's word to e'rything
Nigga, life a scary game but I'm playin'
You sucker niggas
Lie in e'rything that ya sayin'
Shame on y'all
You tryna ball with the game on pause
A nigga pull the thing on y'all
Y'all stain y'all draw
Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog
I got protection
Lethal weapons and they aim on y'all
I'm like the man on mars i'm high as hell
Watch me blow like I exhaled
I excel in this rap shit 'cause
Y'all spittin' that wack shit
Now every nigga suddenly be rappin'
'bout that trap shit
So while you niggas copycat the
Cats that made classics
I just massacre the streets
I'm a master of the beats and the rhymes
I'm rappin' for the freaks and the dimes
And I shine like a motherfuckin' diamond
You shine like a motherfuckin' dime
That's word to my mom
I don't mind if you niggas hate
Just know you hatin'
On that nigga, nigga get it straight
I'm spittin' hungry like
Ain't shit up on my dinner plate
The kind of flow that
Make a nigga hyperventilate, uh, see
Let me demonstrate i grew up with nothin'
It hurt me to see my mother poor
The only pops a nigga ever
Seen around was Huxtable
And so the muscle flow is something
You can't get no muzzle for
Look how the buzz'll grow
Ballin' 'til the buzzer blow
Man, I'm hungry, does it
Show? Ain't nuttin' funny, fuck a joke
I'm gettin' money 'til my pockets
Need a tummy tuck, i hope
You niggas woke now
Impermanently send you to hell
You meet the devil, sign a permanent lease
Word on the streets
Is I'm the prince nigga, check the splendor
And I can't wait
To be the King, nigga: young Simba
Word on the streets
Is I'm the Prince nigga, check the splendor
And I can't wait
To be the king, nigga: young Simba, nigga
Yeah