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lirik lagu grown simba – j. cole

“grown simba”

now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of 13
i was feignin for the meals, i ain’t talkin burger king.
some of my n-gg-s in the ‘ville all they did was serve things.
f-ck scales, i had skills, all day rehearsing.
them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting.
all they wanted was some waves like they f-ckin surfin.
hold up now, don’t get it twisted i ain’t hatin, do ya thing.
i was like a young simba, couldn’t wait to be the king.
now a n-gg- is the prince.
hopped over the fence where the gr-ss way greener.
look at shorty -ss way meaner.
somethin like sarina mixed with trina have you seen her?
she fine enough to be ms. howard, word to edina.
my money like a senior, watch it graduate.
now it’s time to eat, i’m lettin all my n-gg-s grab a plate.
gravitate to real sh-t, stay away from phonies.
these n-gg-s heard about me now they actin like they know me.
keep on sayin, where ya goin n-gg-.

sh-t, it ain’t no tellin.
ey where ya goin n-gg-.
ey, it ain’t no tellin.
they keep on sayin where ya goin n-gg-, goin n-gg-.
it ain’t no tellin.
can’t tell ya where i’m goin.
just know i won’t stop.
good bye to the bottom, h-llo to the, top.

pardon the interruption.
a proper introduction is necessary, when your sh-t is legendary.
man, greedy n-gg-s wouldn’t let me in the cafeteria and.
cause they ain’t believe, suddenly they presbyterian.
the hoes is librarians, they lookin me up.
she got a jones like marion, she lickin me up.
then we cut, look at how she say my name.
i got her moanin j. cole, they used to say jermaine.
i never change, i’m like a corpse in a coffin.
six feet, sh-ts deep.
i was low, just a dolla and some hope, fix me.
cause i was broke, plus the weed that i would smoke would make it worser.
lord please let my problems disappear like ron mercer.
i’m a star, converses conversin with them girls with them curves like cursive.
they open like curtains, cause my sh-t is unheard of like curses on the radio.
same b-tches used to play me though.
now they yellin, where ya goin n-gg-.

sh-t, it ain’t no tellin.
ey where ya goin n-gg-.
sh-t, it ain’t no tellin.
they keep on sayin where ya goin n-gg-, goin n-gg-.
it ain’t no tellin.
can’t tell ya where i’m goin.
just know i won’t stop.
good bye to the bottom, h-llo to the, top.

i left the city for a minute, but it’s still on my back.
told my n-gg-s, ey i’m finna put the ‘ville on the map.
i’ll be back, and i’m comin with a deal and a plaque.
cause i’m i’ll b-tch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap.
pourin liquor for my n-gg-s that was kissin em back.
came home, sh-t is real, n-gg-s still in the trap.
hold up now, don’t get it twisted, if you slang do ya thang.
me i’m like a young simba, i can’t wait to be the king.
witness the dream.
straight out that carolina water i was brought up.
in the city where the skinny n-gg-s tryin to be the ballers.
ain’t no fathers, but the skinny n-gg-s tryin hit they daughters.
sneakin in the crib, but her momma never caught us.
what they taught us, man them bad b-tches only want the ballers.
to start us, we hoopin, now them hoes want to guard us.
uh, ok so play d, know what i mean.
and i, i, i put ya on the team.
and this life is but a dream.
and i need a fast car, bad broads, fast forward, p-ssport, i’m a f-ckin rap star.
ey where ya goin n-gg-.
sh-t, it ain’t no tellin.
they say this life is but a dream.
well i need a fast car, bad broads, fast forward, p-ssport, i’m a f-ckin rap star.
ey where ya goin n-gg-.
it ain’t no tellin.

- kumpulan lirik lagu j cole