J. Cole - Everybody Dies (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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J. Cole - Everybody Dies (en) Lyrics
Yeah, we back
Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the
one little small window, nigga
The light be comin' through it
in the morning
Old ass walls and shit
But it's just like I remember,
just like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm workin'
Yeah, I'm workin', nigga
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, dissin' niggas
I'm borderline addicted to slaughter
Line up niggas in order
Of who you think can really
fuck 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 motherfuckers
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
sayin' shit, 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 standin' next to
6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with
you, you Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the white man, you
hipstor rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit
more rappers with that
Straight shittin' on these
piss-poor rappers, I'm back
Never knew a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm good at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on days I didn't eat
If it's meant to be, then it'll be
If it's not, then fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the Father why, no
'Cause one day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, oh
One day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die,
my nigga, my nigga
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