J. Cole - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics]
I'm try watch my mouth
I already know what it is
Yeah the mental state of a
Young black genius conflicted
The fast life I done seen
On the screen is addictive
Money and clothes I done dreamed about
And all the hoes that I thinked about
Ey tell me am I wrong for
Visualizing material things I never had?
Waving gats instead of flags
The American Dream
Why do we cling to the villians?
Knowing they killin’
My niggas high enough to
Swing from the ceiling
Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook
Filled with dreams, this is my hope book
Still the screams from little girls shot and
Killed fill my head on the daily
At times I question God can you
Blame me? They can’t tame me!
My voice screech through the street
I'm a beast on em! Oh, no he will not fold
You will not see a crease on him!
He will not slip or lose his grip
They got them cleats on him!
But never will he run unless
You call police on him
CREAM get the money, dollar dollar billion
Cash rule everything around me
CREAM get the money everything around me
CREAM get the money dollar dollar look hey
I'mma kill the game and invite witnesses
No death penalty, I'm giving life sentences
Like keep grinding boy
Your life can change in one year
And even when it's dark out
The sun is shining somewhere
Yeah, look here I pay dues
My own worst enemy so fuck it
Either way I can't lose
808's so my south niggas feel me
Light-skinned so the house niggas feel me
She catch me creeping out your
House she'll kill me
Is it worth for what's under that blouse?
My heart'll turn pitch black and cold
If I split with my girl
If I could gift-wrap the globe
I would give you the world
But, do you love me like you used to?
Even though I ain't that nigga
That you're used to
Remember back when I was broke
You would fix me
Do you prefer the broke me or the rich me
The broke me couldn't buy you meals
Not even a value meal
And now I pay for everything, how you feel?
Mixed feelings cause now all
The chicks feeling him
You gotta adapt though I'm never going back
I said I'm never going back No!
Look kid, it's raining outside boy
F - an umbrella, man they banging outside boy
They guns'll dumbbell a nigga
Tired of telling niggas that's deceased
Rest in peace
We tired of only having just a piece
And f - policing
They killing brothers what's the reason
His daughter starving and
She fucking freezing
So no wonder why he fucking squeezing
They out here bussin’ leavin’ niggas stuck
And bleedin’ on the flo’
Bullets wet you like a semen on a ho
Breathing slow man, I'm in hell
One day you tryna make rent
Next day you in jail
Lord knows he meant well
So I take the pencil and write like a pen pal
Some shit that’s darker than the
Tints up on the windshield
Welcome to Sinville where niggas on base
Shit is looking like an infield
High as a Sprint bill what you think
That's the reason why this ink
In my pen kills
Phoney niggas until they are extinct
Boy I’ve been real
Westwood I said I've been real
I already know what it is
Yeah the mental state of a
Young black genius conflicted
The fast life I done seen
On the screen is addictive
Money and clothes I done dreamed about
And all the hoes that I thinked about
Ey tell me am I wrong for
Visualizing material things I never had?
Waving gats instead of flags
The American Dream
Why do we cling to the villians?
Knowing they killin’
My niggas high enough to
Swing from the ceiling
Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook
Filled with dreams, this is my hope book
Still the screams from little girls shot and
Killed fill my head on the daily
At times I question God can you
Blame me? They can’t tame me!
My voice screech through the street
I'm a beast on em! Oh, no he will not fold
You will not see a crease on him!
He will not slip or lose his grip
They got them cleats on him!
But never will he run unless
You call police on him
CREAM get the money, dollar dollar billion
Cash rule everything around me
CREAM get the money everything around me
CREAM get the money dollar dollar look hey
I'mma kill the game and invite witnesses
No death penalty, I'm giving life sentences
Like keep grinding boy
Your life can change in one year
And even when it's dark out
The sun is shining somewhere
Yeah, look here I pay dues
My own worst enemy so fuck it
Either way I can't lose
808's so my south niggas feel me
Light-skinned so the house niggas feel me
She catch me creeping out your
House she'll kill me
Is it worth for what's under that blouse?
My heart'll turn pitch black and cold
If I split with my girl
If I could gift-wrap the globe
I would give you the world
But, do you love me like you used to?
Even though I ain't that nigga
That you're used to
Remember back when I was broke
You would fix me
Do you prefer the broke me or the rich me
The broke me couldn't buy you meals
Not even a value meal
And now I pay for everything, how you feel?
Mixed feelings cause now all
The chicks feeling him
You gotta adapt though I'm never going back
I said I'm never going back No!
Look kid, it's raining outside boy
F - an umbrella, man they banging outside boy
They guns'll dumbbell a nigga
Tired of telling niggas that's deceased
Rest in peace
We tired of only having just a piece
And f - policing
They killing brothers what's the reason
His daughter starving and
She fucking freezing
So no wonder why he fucking squeezing
They out here bussin’ leavin’ niggas stuck
And bleedin’ on the flo’
Bullets wet you like a semen on a ho
Breathing slow man, I'm in hell
One day you tryna make rent
Next day you in jail
Lord knows he meant well
So I take the pencil and write like a pen pal
Some shit that’s darker than the
Tints up on the windshield
Welcome to Sinville where niggas on base
Shit is looking like an infield
High as a Sprint bill what you think
That's the reason why this ink
In my pen kills
Phoney niggas until they are extinct
Boy I’ve been real
Westwood I said I've been real