J. Cole - everybody dies lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - everybody dies lyrics]
Yeah, we back
Back in Mohammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the
One little small window, nigga
The light be comin' through it in the morning
Old-ass walls and shit
But, it's just like I remember
Just like I wanted it yeah, I'm workin'
Yeah, I'm workin', nigga
Look, it's the return of the Mr burn Suckers
Not herpes infested
Just perfectly blessed with
A style that you can't F with
Protection recommended
‘Cause Cole the definition of a
Weapon that can end it you know
Mass destruction when I mash the button
I take your favorite major rapper
Left him independent cryin' in the corner
‘Cause, I ain't into sorta kinda
Dissin' niggas
I'm borderline addicted to slaughter
Line up niggas in order
Of who you think can really fuck with me most
Then I tuck the heat close
If he don't duck then he ghost
Ain't no need for discussion
If they weren't talkin' 'bout the
Bread these motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the fake deep rappers
The OG gatekeep rappers
The would you take-a-break-please, rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit
I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur eight week rappers
Lil' whatever – just another short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with you
You Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the white man
You hit store rappers i reload the clip
Then I hit more rappers with that
Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers
I'm back never knew a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm good at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on days I didn't eat
If it's meant to be, then it'll be
If it's not, then fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the Father why, no
‘Cause one day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, oh
One day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, my nigga
My nigga
Back in Mohammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the
One little small window, nigga
The light be comin' through it in the morning
Old-ass walls and shit
But, it's just like I remember
Just like I wanted it yeah, I'm workin'
Yeah, I'm workin', nigga
Look, it's the return of the Mr burn Suckers
Not herpes infested
Just perfectly blessed with
A style that you can't F with
Protection recommended
‘Cause Cole the definition of a
Weapon that can end it you know
Mass destruction when I mash the button
I take your favorite major rapper
Left him independent cryin' in the corner
‘Cause, I ain't into sorta kinda
Dissin' niggas
I'm borderline addicted to slaughter
Line up niggas in order
Of who you think can really fuck with me most
Then I tuck the heat close
If he don't duck then he ghost
Ain't no need for discussion
If they weren't talkin' 'bout the
Bread these motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the fake deep rappers
The OG gatekeep rappers
The would you take-a-break-please, rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit
I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur eight week rappers
Lil' whatever – just another short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with you
You Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the white man
You hit store rappers i reload the clip
Then I hit more rappers with that
Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers
I'm back never knew a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm good at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on days I didn't eat
If it's meant to be, then it'll be
If it's not, then fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the Father why, no
‘Cause one day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, oh
One day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, my nigga
My nigga