J. Cole - Poor Thang (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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J. Cole - Poor Thang (en) Lyrics
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Poor thing, young pup's
playin' war games
He wanted love, but he
only made more pain
Picture my soul climbin'
out an infinite hole
Where niggas die over pride
and live for the dough
If I survive, then I'll strive
to hit with the flow
Hopin' these waves will pave,
but the ripples is slow
And I'm conflicted with
no digits to show
But fantasies of frivolous
hoes grippin' this pole,
the temperaturе's low
But you know that ain't stoppin'
lil' nigga from slidin' like the
tires on thе whip in the snow
Vicious for sure, I'm tiptoein' around
the abyss with sticks blowin'
Piss poor with intentions to
glimpse, the wrist glowin'
Face tense from rent owin'
Fist clenched when niggas
diss, but since knowin'
Lives expire when niggas
pride gets higher
Than the vocal range inside
Mariah's vocal chain, uh
My road to fame is rife with
spikes and broken lanes
And tolls I can't afford,
but I won't complain
I know the more I gotta struggle
is the more I gain
Post-traumatic stress
on an immature brain
Leaves another corpse, young
pup playin' war games
Now he's handcuffed, old lady
sayin', "Poor thing"
You wanna talk shit? (Talk
shit) You wanna run your
mouth? (Run your mouth)
You want some gangsters front
your motherfuckin' house?
We'll set this bitch off (Yeah),
set this bitch off
We'll set this bitch off, set
this bitch off (Yeah)
You wanna
Here go a song that gets this
shit off of my sternum
This nigga back home been talkin'
slick and I done heard him
You get your name goin', niggas like
that gon' throw they dirt on
You make you some coins, niggas gon'
act like you ain't earn 'em
He talk like he live, but I remember
him from high school
Man, deep down inside, know he
a bitch, I wanna hurt him
I know that's my pride, I carry
it just like a burden
When egos is flared, beware,
that's when they close your
curtain (Put your hands up)
That's when they close your curtain
(Put your motherfu chill, nigga)
That's when they close your curtain (Really
gon' pull out a gun, nigga? Yo, chill,
chill, chill, chill, chill, chill)
That's when they close your curtain
(Really gon' pull out a gun, nigga?
Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill)
That's when they close (You
gon' shoot me? No, no, no)
Don't pull out no pistol,
run me my fade
Come get your issue,
no one gets sprayed
Win or you lose, live
to fight another day
And if I take a L, I won't feel no way
Plenty nights a nigga didn't
eat, punk bitch
Rent owed, damn near was on
the street, punk bitch
Weren't no Western Unions from
you when I needed, punk bitch
All a sudden, I'm buzzin', oh,
now it's beef, punk bitch?
Go on and pop off, get fucked 'bout
your mystique, punk bitch
I knew you way before you was
actin' street, punk bitch
Started rollin' with niggas that's
packin' heat, punk bitch
You more like me than them niggas,
you still a geek, punk bitch
You can't hide it with tattoos
on your physique, punk bitch
And that lingo you added to
how you speak, punk bitch
And you grew up with both your
parents to teach, punk bitch
So how the fuck all a sudden
you turnin' G, punk bitch?
You a slave to the peer pressure,
you're weak, punk bitch
You ain't claimin' no real section,
your street wasn't lit
Man, your shit look like mine,
with hella tree trunks, bitch
Moved to Forest Hill Drive and
it was peace for a bit
'Til domestic turned violent,
then a key just switched
In the back of my mind, I gotta
be somethin', bitch
That's when I started rhymin' and
makin' beats, son of a bitch
Way before you was lyin' 'bout
touchin' keys, son of a bitch
Heard you say I ain't real, that's
your belief, huh, bitch?
Well, look, I'm back in the 'Ville,
so we can see, punk bitch
Go on and shoot me the fair one
when we meet, punk bitch
And don't be bringin' no hammers, nah,
don't cheat, punk bitch (Ayo)
Nah, don't cheat, punk bitch
Tried to lean on that shit,
nigga, I want my fuckin'
head up (Son of a bitch)
('Cause I've been through worser
things, punk bitch) Real
(Punk bitch) Huh
('Cause I've been through
worser things)
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