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J. Cole - Goin' Off Lyrics

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  • ***** it,
  • Ay,
  • Do or Die, new arrival,
  • Holla at my niggas,
  • You survive you's alive, yo,
  • Now either you follow me and ride, or you's a rival.
  • The difference between you and I is you a model, you posing.
  • But who am I though?
  • The mulatto out for that lotto,
  • Money coming soon, the newest model,
  • Your crew is hollow,
  • The type of niggas got more dick, chew and swallow.
  • Your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal,
  • Oh shucks, you niggas is closed, you fold up.
  • I'm from the Ville, niggas get killed over four bucks,
  • Thank God we made it, my niggas, we grown up,
  • Now we crazy over that bread, call us the "dough-nuts," uh,
  • More sluts once the money blows up,
  • But them hoes stop if the dough drops,
  • I won't stop though, a chip off the 'ol block.
  • I'm from a city where niggas hole blocks,
  • Leave you looking like old socks, damn,
  • Cops patrol blocks, spotting on us,
  • The boys is rotten, I know they want us,
  • Probably arrest a nigga, get a bonus,
  • You kill a nigga, get promoted,
  • Shit is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas,
  • So much I just go nuts,
  • Niggas telling me slow up,
  • Remember that,
  • I'm tryna get where that cheddar at,
  • Y'all don't hear me,
  • Always somebody that don't want you getting cheese, yo,
  • This whole bullshit is like Tom and Jerry,
  • I'm kinda very raw, niggas can't deny facts,
  • If you black they sending you to jail or Iraq,
  • Honor is something you can't sell or buy back,
  • Niggas don't like bragging, they 9-11 fly cats,
  • Hijack niggas, "Get up out your whip nigga, strip!
  • I want it all- ice on your wrists and the kicks,"
  • This shit happens, I ain't just rapping, believe it yo,
  • They got streets in the city police won't even go,
  • Peep it though, uh,
  • It ain't no secret, niggas beefing cause my ego so big,
  • It got me speaking like I'm diesel, like I'm devil, oh,
  • Niggas know my stylo, I ain't tweaking, I am lethal though,
  • Have your daddy looking for you,
  • This ain't Finding Nemo though.
  • Let me slow it down, dumb it down, y'all warned,
  • The son came up out that womb, yo, a star is born.
  • If real recognize real, y'all are foreign,
  • My team run a play on your ***** and we all scoring, yea!

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