J. Cole - Pricey (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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J. Cole - Pricey (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Reach for my dog 'fore
his shit get dicey
Shinin’ now, you never
seen a clique get icy
Watchin' my step, tryna
look just like me
Nigga, you can try, but
this shit get pricey
Nigga, you can try, but this shit
Uh
Climbed up out the trenches as
a shorty with intentions
To switch my whip as much as Rick
and Morty switch dimensions
Never really known for dressin'
gaudy, bitch, ’cause listen
Where I'm from, the bullets feed the
ones that's starvin' for attention
She say, "He hella smart, I would've
sworе he went to Princeton"
Not quitе, but it's the school of life
that taught me death prevention
That's why I barely panic when
the hammers, they be blammin'
No mechanics, but they snuck inside
the party with the wrenches
I think fast ’cause niggas that
be tardy get detention
Your soul lookin’ down over
your body in suspension
The critics, they be on me, but
they all be disingenuous
Bitch, I came up 'round addiction,
seen like forty interventions
Your shit ain’t addin' up, know you
a phoney, checked your image
Rappin' tough, but all them niggas
in your audience is bitches
And white boys mostly, niggas know a verse
from Cole be like a signed Michael
Jordan rookie card in mint condition
The farthest thing from harbor shit,
be honest with me, listen
You know if I want it, I be John
Gotti with the henchmen
Right? I mean, it's simple math, a
bit of cash can get a nigga bag
But that don’t make you big and bad,
just mean you rich and mad
Nigga, your pillow soft,
so kill the boss talk
Me to you's a cyanide pill
to a lil' cough drop
This the Ville, filled of hard knocks,
they sellin' hard rock
More plugs than these niggas
use to fill a bald spot
And kill 'em all and fill a morgue up
I got bars forever, nigga,
never will a call drop
No hammer like a mall cop
Still the hardest nigga on the
planet earth from January
first until the ball drop
Yeah, he climbed out the great
Ville, that's gangster
He missed meals to make
mills, that's gangster
Then came back and gave
back, that's gangster
Same chick from way back,
he's gangster
Shinin' now, you never
seen a clique get icy
Nigga, you can try
Uh, just hit the paper and roll you
a spliff, I'm lit, bitch, I'm lit
Just like the Vegas strip,
blowin' through chips, I'm
rich, bitch, I'm rich
David Chapelle on his latest Netflix
Go 'head, try to cancel my shit
I'll still be on stage with
my hand on my dick
Seventeen thousand all jammin' my hits
These are ridiculous times
Lately, my biggest addiction
been lookin' online
Where somebody's always offended,
I'm sick of this cryin'
Niggas is dyin', victims of time
Self-inflicted, we sick in the mind
What's with the gossip? If you really
handled your business, then you wouldn't
have so much interest in mines
Breakin' news, I've officially
entered my prime
Which is real interesting, this
is the point where a rapper would
typically start to decline
Somehow I climbed
Right when you thought I was fine,
we're runnin' a little behind
Nipsey was tryin' to tell
you this a marathon
Only listen to Minister Farrakhan
Oh my God, it just hit
me, it's terrifyin'
I'm a star like the shit
on the sheriff sign
If time was really money, I could
purchase like two thousand
bricks with my spare time
All praises due to my God
Dark days is too far behind
I part ways with the struggle, my hustle
gon' always keep the squad paid
All labor, no off days 'cause
the money don't sleep
And due to the focus, I couldn't
even go broke if I spend
like five hundred a week
And talk is cheap, I got a
short receipt, can tell by
your heart, you're weak
One thing 'bout this money, it's
easy to get it, but trust me,
my nigga, it's hard to keep
The trials and tribulations
of creation
It's a quiet theme of those
in dire need of elevation
One minute, infatuation
Next minute, hatin' every
statement you makin'
Constant contemplation
Yearnin' for hooks uncanny, search every
nook and cranny for inspiration
Step outside for better ventilation
Smoke somethin', hope somethin'
comes from the stimulation
Through it all, stay patient
Get in tune with God
For when lightnin' strikes,
it's He who decides
We from a crueler side where
the youth get euthanized
Small fries get suicide
for movin' pies
All while blind eyes get turned
from suit and ties
The truth, it lies somewhere
in the middle
Of half-ass rappers and cap-ass
crackers on Capital Hill
Ain't no protection for hearts
that get spilled
When sharin' with this world
with art can get killed
Use your discretion
To believe or not to believe?
That is the question
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