J. Cole - Heartache | Текст песни

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• J. Cole
• Heartache

Slim nigga, lyrically though my limbs bigger than a nigga hitting the gym regular
Bench pressing them bars
10 steps up from yall
You can follow my lead
If you shoot for the stars I guess you aiming at me
But please hold your applause
Yall holding up the walls
God dammit Im on the floor
Good Lord cant you see me getting down on a hoe
And she drop it so low she sitting down on the floor
I never pound with the floor
In times I wonder, ay when they listen to my shit man can they hear my hunger
Or will these hating ass rappers try and steal my thunder
Ay this is big shit, pop it you gon need a plunger
To take me under
Niggas in trouble
You looking at Lebron James of the game
I can do anything that you name
I can blaze any rapper in the game that your bring
Pour gasoline on the brain got the flame for that
So you hating niggas refrain from that
A little bitter because ur game is wack
I let Elite breath

Ay you aint gotta cry, dont worry bout me
I know it wont be long for ya heard about me
My heads to the sky and Im on my grind
Im reaching for the clouds trynna take whats mine
Take whats mine
Hey, hey

A dolla and a dream,
Thats all a nigga got so If its bout that cream then im all up in the spot
Im just warming up Im hot
But naw I aint flashing
I never gave a fuck about no high-end fashion
And maybe I was too broke
Maybe Im just too dope
To rap about that regular shit, or bag a regular bitch
These niggas talking bout they on the next level and shit
But Coles flow so cold bet the devil get sick
However you want it, so sick I make you mentally vomit
These rappers asking for beats and aint even fit to be on it
I see them write about rappers I should be sick to my stomach
Because they talk bout the future but didn’t mention me on it
So now Im back in the kitchen
Cooking, Im meant to be one of
the greatest, no nigga seeing me this Century
uh and you hate it
look how I played it
Other niggas was dated
Under appreciated now Carolina is rated
Now I let Elite breath

Ay you aint gotta cry dont worry bout me
I know it wont be long for ya heard about me
My heads to the sky and Im on my grind
Im reaching for the clouds trynna take whats mine
Take whats mine
Hey hey

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