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| J. Cole - Everybodies Dies Lyrics |
J. Cole - Everybodies Dies Lyrics
Yeeah We back
Back in Muhammad crib N*gga Top floor
The back room with just the one little small window n*gga
The light be comin' through it in the morning
Old-a*s walls and sh*t
But it's just like I remember
Just like I wanted it
Yeah I'm working
Yeah I'm working n*gga
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
Crying in the corner
‘Cause I ain't into sorta Kinda Dissing n*ggas
I'm borderline addicted to slaughter
Line up niggas in order
Of who you think can really f*ck 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 talking 'bout the bread
These motherf*ckers 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 saying sh*t 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 standing next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't f*ck with you You Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the white man You hipster rappers
I reload the clip Then I hit more rappers with that
Straight shitting on these piss poor rappers I'm back
Never knew a n*gga that was better
Revenue I'm good at gettin'g cheddar
Reminisce on days I didn't eat
If it's meant to be Then it'll be
If it's not Then f*ck it I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the Father why no Ooh
‘Cause one day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die ooh
One day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die My n*gga My n*gga