Omen, J.Cole - Break Out lyrics

Jermaine Lamarr Cole

[Omen, J.Cole - Break Out lyrics]

I don't know what you heard 'bout nigga
Where I'm from
That shit'll get you murked out nigga
You screaming loud with that beef talk
Them niggas bring it to you
You gon' wanna peace talk
The streets talk and they saying you fake now
So when them boys pull up
You better break out
You better break out, nigga better break out
You better break out nigga better Break out

Young gifted and black a nigga
Stay on his grind
That money stay on my mind
That’s what I say all the time
A nigga swear on his mom
And I don’t pay y’all no mind
No I’m just lettin’ us speak
A lot of niggas I know will
Leave your head on your sneaks
I should be stepping with priests the
Way I’m blessing these streets
Now nigga bow to the king, playa
I’m out of your league
Carolina my heart, and now I’m making my mark
I’m headed straight to the stars
You niggas taped to the floor
Haters hate when I’m raw
They rather see me dissolve
Don’t wanna see me on TV they
Rather see me shut off
They rather see me do bad, I’m asking
"nigga is you mad cause you
Trash? I flew past?"
Fucking loose ass niggas
News flash for y’all I’m too fast for y’all
Talking bad
Niggas wouldn’t shoot basketballs
The flow will blow you away
Now niggas know you a fake
You looking for money
Come on nigga I’ll show you the way

I don't know what you heard 'bout nigga
Where I'm from
That shit'll get you murked out nigga
Screaming loud with that beef talk
Them niggas bring it to you
You gon' wanna peace talk
The streets talk and they saying you fake now
So when them boys pull up
You better break out
You better break out, nigga better break out
You better break out nigga better Break out

You better know how we drop
Come on we flooding your block
Snucka you come with the cops
Sucka you something we not, bluffing
We number one slot runners
Come and your stock plummet
Stuntin’ on your chicken
Yo we flyer than top gunners
Mine is on big things
I’m fly with a slick ring
I leave the imprint on
Foreheads like Rick James
Punk you spit lame, bum you insane
I tell your chick that I’m dumb
So I can get brains
Comin’ from Chi-town where playas
Get shot down leg on the block found from
Raiders and cops now haters have calmed down
We major, we dropped down
On fakers and pop clowns
Pray that we stop now, never that day come
Been reppin’ since day one
The Chi where I stay son
The place that where you stay from
Don’t try to play dumb
I’m from where the apes from, if you ever
See them let us out of our cage, run

I don't know what you heard 'bout nigga
Where I'm from
That shit'll get you murked out nigga
Screaming loud with that beef talk
Them niggas bring it to you
You gon' wanna peace talk
The streets talk and they saying you fake now
So when them boys pull up
You better break out
You better break out, nigga better break out
You better break out nigga better Break out

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