(Verse : J. Cole)
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And you know it don’t stop
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Grindin round that clock
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Masterminding my second album
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My first album just dropped
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Scored a touchdown on my first down
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Niggas thought I was gon’ flop
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See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
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And we still duckin cops
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Ride around and take shots
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Hennessy for my enemies
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Niggas know I’m takin they spot
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Cause that score up on the play clock
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Show just how I came from way back
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Just like T-I-P told you ASAP but you niggas rappin like Aesop
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Get a grip
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Oh that’s your dream car? Nigga that’s my old whip
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Oh that’s your dream girl? Nigga that’s my old bitch
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Oh that’s your new flow? Nigga that’s my old shit!
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This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas
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(Hook: Cole)
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One for the money, two for the show
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Three for them hoes saying anything goes
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They say they ready for whatever!
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They say they ready for whatever
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I been around the world, twice to be exact
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Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back
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They say they ready for whatever!
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They say they ready for whatever!
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(Verse : Big K.R.I.T.)
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Shawty look what we got
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My bass beat and it knock
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Got the old school in my old school
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Was supposed to bone yo block
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Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped
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Cole I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop
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So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that ain’t slammin doors on they drop
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Y’all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I’m not
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So when it come to snappin’, Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y’all pop
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You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit, bitch wait til my album drop
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Say that’s yo new car? Nigga that’s my old slab
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Say that’s yo new bitch? Nigga that’s my old stab
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Oh that’s yo new flow? That shit sound so trash
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This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas
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(Verse : Kendrick Lamar)
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Hol’ up, but don’t forget about Compton nigga
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One for the money, two for the show
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Three for No Limit and the rest for Death Row
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That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist shit I ever wrote
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And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know
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I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow
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And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and that’s not the instrumental
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Now pick up my coat
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You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I’ll drag your ass to the floor
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Bitch, I can admit, I’m a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is
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Telling the doctor I’m sick, head doctor I’m needing your lips, yea
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Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won’t ignore it,
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Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that’s when I switch gears
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Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh
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The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp ’til I break it, uh
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Bitch I’m demanding respect, these bitches is telling me take it
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DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain’t no challenge
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Ain’t it
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(Hook: Cole)
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One for the money, two for the show
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Three for them hoes saying anything goes
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They say they ready for whatever!
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They say they ready for whatever
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I been around the world, twice to be exact
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Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back
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They say they ready for whatever!
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They say they ready for whatever!
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They Ready
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| DJ Khaled |
