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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

J. Cole - False Prophets Lyrics

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this Be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeeah Life is a balance

You lose your grip You can slip into an abyss
No doubt you see these niggas tripping
Ego in charge of every move He's a star
And we can't look away

Due to the days that he caught our hearts
He's falling apart But we deny it
Justifying that half-ass sh*t he dropped We always buy it
When he tell us he a genius But it's clearer lately

It's been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
There was a time When this n*gga was my hero maybe
That's the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
'Cause I believed him When he said his sh*t was purer and he

The type of n*gga swear he real But all around him's fake
The women the dickriders You know The yes men
Nobody with the balls To say something to contest him
So he grows out of control

Into the person that he truly was All along It's starting to show
Damn Wonder what happened
Maybe it's my fault for idolizing n*ggas
Based off the words they be rapping

But come to find out These n*ggas don't even write they sh*t
Hear some new style bubbling up Then they bite the sh*t
Damn that's what I get for lying to myself
Well f*ck it What's more important is he's crying out for help

While the world's egging him on I'm begging him to stop
And playin' his old sh*t Knowing he won't top it False prophets

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this Be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this Be like this

False prophets

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this Be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeeah False prophets

I got a homie He a rapper and he wanna win bad
He want the fame The acclaim The respect that's been had
By all the legends So every time I see him He stressing
Talking about N*ggas don't f*ck with him The sh*t is depressing

And I know he so bitter he can't see his own blessings
Goddamn n*gga You too blind to see you got fans n*gga
And a platform to make a classic rap song
To change a n*gga's life But you too anxious living life

Always worried about the critics who ain't ever f*cking did it
I write what's in my heart Don't give a f*ck who f*cking with it
But in a sense I can relate The need to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a n*gga up late

Writing words Hoping people observe the dedication
That stirs in you constantly But intentions get blurred
Do I do it for the love of the music or is there more to me
Do I want these n*ggas to worship me False prophets

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this Be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this Be like this

False prophets

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this Be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeeah False prophets

These rappers insecure
They talk about being a man so much
I finally understand that they ain't even sure
'Bout who they are and why they do this

Guess I'm included in that category
As a n*gga who done had the glory
My highest moments come from telling all the saddest stories
I've seen in my life I be fiendig' to write
Songs that raise the hair on my arms

My lowest moments came from trying too hard
To impress some n*ggas that couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore from here on out My hair grow out
I care nothing about Opinions

I wanna give hope like the fountains you throw pennies in
Hit the store Take your diss Make your wish
This is dedicated to the ones
Who listen to me on some faithful sh*t I'm on some thankful sh*t

But the real god is in you Not the music you copping
I hear my old sh*t and I know I can top it
False prophets

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this Be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this Be like this
False prophets

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this Be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
False prophets

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