- Forest Hills Drive Freestyle 歌词 J. Cole
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- J. Cole Forest Hills Drive Freestyle 歌词
- J. Cole
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**** it
Do or Die, new arrival
Holla at my *****s
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 *****s gobble ****, chew and swallow
Your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal
Oh shucks, you *****s is closed, you fold up
I'm from the Ville, *****s get killed over four bucks
Thank God we made it, my *****s, we grown up
Now we crazy over that bread, call us the "dough-****" uh
More ***** once the money blows up
But them hoes stop if the dough drops
I won't stop though, a chip off the ole' block
I'm from a city where *****s hold blocks
Leave you looking like old socks
Cops patrol blocks, spotting on us
The boys is rotten, I know they want us
Probably arrest a *****, get a bonus
You kill a *****, get promoted
**** is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas
So much I just go ****
*****s telling me slow up
Never 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 bull**** is like Tom and Jerry
I'm kinda very raw, *****s can't deny facts
If you black they sending you to jail or Iraq
Honor is something you can't sell or buy back
*****s don't like bragging, they 9-11 fly cats
Hijack *****s, "Get up out your whip *****, strip!
I want it all- ice on your wrists and the kicks, "
This **** 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, *****s beefing cause my ego so big
It got me speaking like I'm diesel, like I'm devil, oh
*****s know my style though, 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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