☆ J Cole ft. Young Jeezy – Kenny Lofton (Truly Yours 2 EP) (New Music May 2013)

I don’t understand it
Tell me how could
you be so low
And all in thrilling
new living sound
Dammit babe
Blood thicker than water right
Fuck bitches they all alike
Stand up nigga not
the falling type
Heart blacker than a Harlem night
Til I met you they say
the devil wear Prada
But I doubt it cause
the Lord did bless you
Damn look at that body
Short bus shorty
cause it sure is special
Cole to the rescue never save a ho
Hoes like to hide
their behavior though
Thought you was
a down ass bitch
’til I found that shit a couple days ago
I was home alone next thing I know
That long ass verse from
a song called Control was on
The room got nearer
the tune got clearer
That’s when I seen
the shit playing on your phone
Girl what is that a ringtone
Shit not you too
Man that hype done got you too
Everybody and
their momma gassed
Even my momma
asked what I’mma do
Decisions decisions
In case this is war then
I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems
my trigger’s on auto
I’ll make sure that
nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit
you don’t believe in me
I don’t need you I got me bitch
Same nigga
moved to NYC bitch
Got a record deal and
a college degree bitch
Two gold plaques
I produced all the tracks
And I never ever ever
lean on Jay Z bitch
And after all that achievement
Real nigga never even
went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to play me bitch
You try to fuckin’ play me
I ought to knock your ass out
TKO I don’t understand it tell me
how could you be so low
You’ve been swinging
after the bell and after all
of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt
through my chest perfect
hit to the dome
Dammit babe
All hail Pretty Flacko
bitch celebrate it
Had the game on lock
streets serenaded
Now you lame mothafuckas
lookin’ devastated
Bet you niggas wish
you never hated that’s
the devil ain’t it
Fuck that shit he rich fuck
that shit he this fuck
that shit he that
He black he don’t like
blacks fuck that shit he wack
Fuck that shit he raps fuck
that shit he spits fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch he
with finished talking shit
Get up off my dick
The nonsense is
synonymous with comments
from the blogs about
Menages with the gossips
and the bosses fuck surprises
I’m monogamous and
not to mention in my closet
Is a model chick grimey
gothic fits trapped inside of it
Besides it I’d deny
the shit shit y’all should
stop the shit
I’m the shit not just kind
a sick the doc prescribed my shit
Cock it click click opposite
stop and droppin’ shit
‘fore poppin’ shit from
popular to poppin’ picks
to poppin’ tits
She pop her pussy pop
a Xanny popular
for compliments
Make it rain she pop
that shit it boosts her confidence
Was supposed to stop
this shit but spit like
I forgot some shit
Forgot the topic I hope
God forgive you peep
my common sense
I don’t understand it tell me
how could you be so low
You’ve been swinging
after the bell and after all
of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt
through my chest perfect
hit to the dome
Dammit babe
JT this like deja vu right
All this album of the year talk
niggas claiming they’re the best out
I been hot since the Purple
Tape and this cuban’s
poking my chest out
They keep calling on
King Push this beach
chair I’m stretched out
My name is my name
bitch until I’m gone and
it’s etched out
I been known to blow
a quarter brick on baby
hairs and a messy bun
If I make her mine I made
her mind she fall in line
and we got some
Memoirs of a millionaire
even better I’m a reallionaire
Alaia skirt Fendi work
dress my baby like build a bear
Fuck you know about
the type of rollie fuck you
know about blowin’ bands
Bezel on it like a grand
circle diamonds in it holdin’ hands
A1 since day 1 I sold
dope and my name rung
I sold dope where I came
from and it’s all dope
what I made from it
No lie know why
Guy Fish in my bowtie
JT up in the 3 piece and
we magic baby like showtime
She ain’t know we ain’t know
try to trap her but she ain’t slow
Once she trap you
with the DA flow
it’s lights out TKO