[Verse 1:]
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Yea, like I said man, you niggas need to be out there and smoking something man
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You know what I'm saying?
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Yea, it's Cole, won't lie, won't stop to the race is won
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Niggas who be rapping how real they are, usually turn out to be the fakest ones
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Carolina where I made it from
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Cold world no blanket son
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Girls fast how Jamaican run
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Puffin on the city where the Lakers from, L-A, L-A, la la
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So high everything is a ha ha from me
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Dreamin of the days of a Drop 500 and a bad bitch that will go to Popeyes for me
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You can never tell me that I'm not hungry, if you ever felt what's inside my tummy
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My mom wanting out, is my time running out?
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Is the Lord up top with a stop watch for me?
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Hope not... hope not... hope nothope not
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(My world is empty without you babe, my world is empty without you)
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I'm just trynna make it my nigga
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[Verse 2:]
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Yea yea
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A wise nigga told me don't chase that cash
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Follow your heart you'll make that fast
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Does a stripper love to shake that ass or does she wise to erase that past?
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Got a nigga in her face just gassed like, baby girl why you take this path?
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Stack in his hand trynna make that last, all she thinking bout is how to take his last
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Rub tities in his face and laugh, gotta try not to look fake in fact
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Alittle more money like a few more 20s and you let that nigga grab your naked ass?
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Okay hes gone now
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Roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear,
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This ain't the life for you baby let me take you out of here cause.
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(My world is empty without you babe, my world is empty without you)
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She like, Nigga yea right, do you know how much mutha fucking money I'm making?
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[Verse 3:]
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Yea my nigga sit back blow in the air
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Only getting high cause we close to the hell
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Nigga trynna like like Hova oh-well, we broke and that doe coming slow as a snail
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Hustle hard til there no inhale
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Hit the block like a postman with mail
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My brother got knocked now the hold him in cells
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My mom broke but she posted the bail
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Someway, some how niggas feelin like the sun down even when the sun up!
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Hear the sound out the window of the gun bust
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And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked
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But, this how niggas was brung up
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A mother just trynna raise her sun up
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Til a stray bullet got his lungs struck
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And the Governor could'ntgive one fuck
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While she sangin
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(My world is empty without you babe, my world is empty without you)
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Damn, told you niggas cold world no blanket
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Tough Luck, yea
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World Is Empty
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J. Cole |