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lirik lagu be (freestyle) – j. cole


“be (freestyle)”

cole world, cold blooded
trapping n-gg-s at my shows and them hoes love it
backpacking n-gg-s with the afroes love it
so don’t holla at a n-gg- if you got no budget
trying to get my braid up, nope not talking cornrolls
trying to get my grade up, oh, look how my score rolls
playing jigga hits he say “good, make more of those”
cole got delivery b-tch, you got digornoes
they f-cking with me because i’m real as sh-t
well if you feel this sh-t, here goes some realer sh-t
i signed a big deal and went to the dealership
man they took one look at my credit and said forget it
now i’m in this train with a mil to my name
ain’t sh-t changed because i still feel the pain
like a gym or a rim dog, i’m built for the game
something like a pimp because i’m still with the caine’
unh, a little drug dealer reference what, i can’t try
these n-gg-s out here lying, why can’t i
flashbacks where my teacher told me i can’t fly
then he looked at n-gg- crazy because i say why
now look, no wings but i’m flier than the birds
co-signer on a beamer, but it’s whiter than the burbs
something like a genius, but man i’ve done been a nerd
just choosing bad b-tches while admiring the curves
that might have been a noun, that might have been a verb
but i’m just trying to find what you hiding in that skirt
hey cole got it coming now he might’ve been the first
so she only f-ck with him like a choir in a church
good god, momma told him get a good job
be a doctor or a lawyer, if you’re black they won’t employ ya’
well n-gg- i’mma show ya’, this that jesse jackson uh
firmative; action so master i’m taxing uh
don’t let the cover fool ya’, b-tch i ain’t no freshman
in my own cl-ss man, i write my own p-sses
i hear the shots fired, yeah i see the stones casted
my sh-t is already fire, don’t gas it
n-gg-s hear my alb-m say sound like a cl-ssic
n-gg-s say your alb-m might not even see the plastic
b-st-rd, how you gonna match with a n-gg-
who done mastered the sh-t you practice
catch this, a real n-gg- til’ the day of my casket
put on for my city like my favorite jacket
man you gonna wear that every god d-mn night
know that i’m paid for this sh-t, n-gg- you god d-mn right