Know what I'm sayin' Lights off, lights goin', know what I'm sayin'? Haha, uh So it's over, don't you agree? I do, yeah Is it a room full of, full of mirrors or a room full of Motown, I don't know Shoutout to Zordon, if you know, you know (She makes the rain fall from my eyes) Yo Ayy You know that I do belieâ (Man)
The criteria for this tear is just a open pride Hope and cries, but so can I I drop the unprovoken crimes Pray to the heaven, God, with no disguise We roll the dice and hope the soul unties Reap the fruit with no bow tie Sensitive Pisces, still thuggin', ain't 'fraid to cry Skinny, biggy, lens is tinted, ain't got no lazy eye Heart of gold, almost sold it in Saudi Arabia Quill told me the clouds ain't real, God gotta paint the sky So I'm a student of Sophia Stewart, the Matrix ain't a lie Tainted Gods fall from the sky Tie in inception When you wake inside this dream, you a weapon Step in the cypher, know the beef real Your life at stake, ages with each meal Real estate of mind, you need equity? Let the beat build Poison in my cup, I need to refill I feel it in my gut, you niggas meek still I inherited the Earth Like three wise men pulled up to cherish my birth They placed me in a manger, wasn't that major at first But what a mess I'll leave, I'm the savior at work I ain't sayin' I'm Jesus Got the job of the messiah, Ty and Joe, we block all devils Get y'all shovels, can ya dig it? We gon' riot if y'all pick it Sign of danger from my past oh we anger from my past, can't get past that We the last batch and the cause installed, we got Black facts Grow a spinal or backtrack The homies call me Batman, I'm the African Ben Affleck Publishin' some other shit, like is something up with ASCAP? It's training day, don't get your ass capped Givenchy snapback with the rindstones you ain't never had that Was at Saks Fifth with dough, that's a double entendre Everything I say is dope, is this a microphone or contra? Bands in my pocket See what they told Malcolm X to do with his hands? That shit was out of pocket Picked up shotguns that came in handy, wasn't no plan B Kid gone, who can fuck with him? Knew them shots would muzzle him Knew the blocks were puzzlin' Let' go stupid because of him Shells fallin' like Gilgamesh, who can fuck with him? (Perfect)
Oh, y'all thought we was done wit' em? Huh Y'all must be stupid, we finna go dumb on 'em Just keep your ears open like Dumbo and them Good luck to them, it's up for them Piece of the pie edge, we gon' crumble 'em Three fourteen on the guy head when we rumble 'em Hahaha, on second thought, that's enough for 'em Nah, you gotta chill, bro (Hahaha)
She makes a tear fall from my eye Ah, man, I wish it was the rain You gotta reach out to them She makes the rain fall from my eye
Uh, prayer hands for the land where they sprayin' pellets And turning your mans to an angelic Being and freeing him from this crammed, hellish hole The weather's cold from jealous souls that fanned fellas I danced as well as Chris Breezy when the bullets I won't let him Swiss cheese me
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Compositores: J. Cole, Davone Campbell, Herbert Stevens IV