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• Artiste: J. Cole
• Titre: Unabomber
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I told niggas on the low, but they aint hear it though Boy that man in the mirror is a miracle Ay wipe your face, momma told you no more tears will flow We eatin better than we was a few years ago Sending Western Union on my pay day, a week later its May Day. So you return the favor, we stayed afloat like some sailors Bill collectors blowin us up, they couldnt fade us Bitch I made straight A's, go head and try to degrade us, haters. But this ones funny, man one year later I was on them phones collection money, a lesson for me Everybody got a story dog, Unfortunately, learned I cant do nothing for you dog I'm trying to run the whole game like a morning jog With hits like a porno blog Not hopping out the shower to make ten dollars an hour Aint judging, no, to each his own You pay your bills and raise your kids inside a decent home More power to you. But a message to you fuck niggas, I hope your kids grow up and never want to fuck with you. This punk nigga knocked up two hoes up at the same time, And told his nigga they was lyin dog they aint mine, Thats cold blooded. But aint nothing new, same ol, fuck it though, whats up with you If you made it this far listenin without skipping, Then I gotta show love, dont worry I'm just venting, The late night thoughts of a nigga on a mission And I rock my girl to sleep in missionary position Tucked her ass in and then I went and grabbed pen And there you have it, words flowing like magic, It's truly accurate You niggas posin like some hoes up in a beauty pageant Nobody touchin me, its like I got the cooties rappin Remember when we called niggas African booty scratchers, Yea that was random but man, so is life You grab your needle, grab your thread and hope you sew it right I find myself fiendin for a spot to go at night Where the liquor flowin steady and the hoes polite The fast lane make me reminisce on slower life The unabomber bitch, I'm blowin up over night - boom Ay-yo Its happening fast I say its happening fast All the drama that I had to get past Will it last, or will it pass Just as quick as the game Hoes knowin my name Dog, welcome to fame I pray to God we done change But even if you don't Most niggas look at you strange But I guess I cant complain Hey man, Its happening fast I say its happening fast