J. Cole Drum n Bass

Get the fuck up out my face with what you talm 'bout I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate They show love but it be fake, fuck you talm 'bout? Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake Niggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout? So you better know yo' place, stay inside 'cause it ain't safe Bitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talm 'bout? Yeah Uh You hear my words, but don't got no clue 'bout who I really am From shark-infested waters, phrases like that make me sound harder and more ruthless, but the truth is that I merely swam Out thе stolo, semis blam willy-nilly Over killy grams, niggas sellin' rock likе Steely Dan While the world spins like whirlwinds, out of control How does the soul find a thorough cleanse, when all of this cold water that flows Has for sure been contaminated with sin Planted in the latest of trends Stranded in this land of the antiquated ways of the men Standard in the state of revenge, seeking a way to defend Reputations because the names are actually greater than them Life is a trip, you can't predict the random way that it ends Bullets travel straight through the skin, like gamma-rays in the wind My greatest of wins came when I annotated my gems The shit I write so fire, I got my hand afraid of my pen, uh Get the fuck up out my face with what you talm 'bout I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate They show love but it be fake, fuck you talm 'bout? Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake Niggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout? So you better know yo' place, stay inside 'cause it ain't safe Bitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talm 'bout? Tell me what sense do it make, comin' back when you escape Quiet as kept, I feel the vibe of the whole city So tired and stressed from gettin' fed this steady diet of death Mothers cryin' on steps, while porch lights shine down on a giant puddle that now forms on the ground as she wept Families surrounding her, providing their best attempts at consoling her Prayers and words of faith, comin' out of their breath Turning to the Lord's ironic at a time when these young niggas so violent, they'll let off at God in the flesh My mind is a mess, conflicted, 'cause their energy's wicked They need to impress at a high while their guidance is less And while I feel powerless to change the power that is A part of me is yelling loud as shit "You ain't tryin' your best!" Too busy sellin' out arenas and flyin' on jets Life on cloud nine and I can't deny it, I guess I'm livin' my dream, my life is my childhood wish The guilt that comes along with that is the size of the rest of the planet I pray you get to see it across the Atlantic Tonight, I stepped out with my niggas and felt the organic nostalgia that arouses when I'm with the rest of the bandits Obsessed with talkin' 'bout the bitches we sexed 'til we landed In a spot that always used to pop when we was younger Shook hands with niggas I hadn't seen for several Septembers Gave hugs to women I only vaguely remembered The way their fingers caressed in my back was givin' me signals Like you may enter Liquor informing my agenda, straight and narrow for a while, but tonight I'm on a bender And my retina antennas are scanning the club intently For the girl I wanted bad and almost had before the Bentley But evidently, when you're the greatest rapper of the century You'll get another shot, the club was startin' to get too hot So I stepped outside for a breather, that very moment, I seen her She had the glow of Aaliyah, while I control my demeanor and said (Oh shit, that's Cole right there) Damn, what's good, how you been? (Ay, Cole, what’s good, bro?) (Ay, lemme uh, lemme holla at you for a second, bro) Yeah, that’s cra–yo, one second, bro, one sec, I got you Yeah, that’s crazy, that’s crazy, I was wondering, like, I ain’t know if I was gon’ see you or what I was–yo, one second, bro, I got you (Oh word?) I’m just talking’ to her, right now (Oh, a'ight, a'ight) Hell yeah We gon' see 'bout that You gon’ be here for a minute? A'ight Get the fuck up out my face with what you talm 'bout I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate They show love but it be fake, fuck you talm 'bout? Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake Niggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout? So you better know yo' place, stay inside 'cause it ain't safe Bitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talm 'bout? Tell me what sense do it make, comin' back when you escape