Текст песни 9 5 . s o u t h - J. Cole

Killa, it′s The Off-Season
Let's keep it tall, y′all ain't f- with my man
And don't check your watch, you know the time
Cole World, Killa Cam, n- is f- finished
This sh- too easy for me now
Cole been goin′ plat′ since back when CDs was around
What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these f- clowns
Look how everybody clappin′
When your 30 song album do a measly hundred thou'
If I′m bettin' on myself, then I′ll completely double down
If you hated on a n-, please don't greet me with a pound
I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around
Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now
Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown
Vivid memories, n- start to squeeze, we duckin′ down
So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud
I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
No plans to doze off, the streets, it don′t come with a ref'
I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
And got they O′s off, you reach, n- uppin' like Steph
To blow your nose off, could zoom tight, and then resume flight
As if it never happened, sh- we witnessed full of so much sickness
Angels sheddin′ tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton
Off this clever rapping, b-, my pockets gon' forever fatten
They gon′ forever fatten
See, we tried to tell n-
They act like they don't f- speak English
My pen to the paper's lethal
I′m sendin′ 'em straight to meet the
The n- that made them peep the reaper
Creepin′ on ya, the sin of failure reakin' on ya
Check your genitalia, p- n- bleedin′ on yourself
F- with Cole is bold, but it's impedin′ on your health
All your n- eatin' off your wealth
All my n- feedin' all theyselves, and it feels swell
Krispy Kreme dreams, sometimes my dawgs wanna k- 12 (uh)
′Cause they said they harassin′
We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly
That end in the deadliest fashion
My young n- nutty, they blastin'
Bullets be hummin′ like Cudi
But one of your hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'
All over the driveway, y′all talkin' all sideways
Shots poppin′ off y'all, laid down, cops choppin' off y′all legs now
God watchin′, "Hey, Yahweh"
My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' it y′all way (y'all way)
We sendin′ it y'all way (y′all way)
That's what the f- I'm talkin′ ′bout
Y'all see what the f- goin′ on out here (Killa, Harlem)
I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, n-
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Represent your sh-, your sh-
Represent your sh-, your sh-
Represent your clique, your clique
Represent your clique, your clique
If you scared to throw it up, get the f- out the club
If you scared to throw it up, get the f- out the club