Pricey

[Chorus: Young Dro, Young Dro & J. Cole] Reach for my dog 'fore his shit get dicey Shinin’ now, you never seen a clique get icy Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Nigga, you can try, but this shit— [Verse 1: J. Cole] Uh Climbed up out the trenches as a shorty with intentions To switch my whip as much as Rick and Morty switch dimensions Never really known for dressin' gaudy, bitch, ’cause listen Where I'm from, the bullets feed the ones that's starvin' for attention She say, "He hella smart, I would've sworе he went to Princeton" Not quitе, but it's the school of life that taught me death prevention That's why I barely panic when the hammers, they be blammin' No mechanics, but they snuck inside the party with the wrenches I think fast ’cause niggas that be tardy get detention Your soul lookin’ down over your body in suspension The critics, they be on me, but they all be disingenuous Bitch, I came up 'round addiction, seen like forty interventions Your shit ain’t addin' up, know you a phoney, checked your image Rappin' tough, but all them niggas in your audience is bitches And white boys mostly, niggas know a verse from Cole be like a signed Michael Jordan rookie card in mint condition The farthest thing from harbor shit, be honest with me, listen You know if I want it, I be John Gotti with the henchmen Right? I mean, it's simple math, a bit of cash can get a nigga bag But that don’t make you big and bad, just mean you rich and mad Nigga, your pillow soft, so kill the boss talk Me to you's a cyanide pill to a lil' cough drop This the Ville, filled of hard knocks, they sellin' hard rock More plugs than these niggas use to fill a bald spot And kill 'em all and fill a morgue up I got bars forever, nigga, never will a call drop No hammer like a mall cop Still the hardest nigga on the planet earth from January first until the ball drop [Pre-Chorus: Ari Lennox] Yeah, he climbed out the great Ville, that's gangster He missed meals to make mills, that's gangster Then came back and gave back, that's gangster Same chick from way back, he's gangster [Chorus: Young Dro, Young Dro & J. Cole] Reach for my dog 'fore his shit get dicey Shinin' now, you never seen a clique get icy Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Nigga, you can try [Verse 2: J. Cole] Uh, just hit the paper and roll you a spliff, I'm lit, bitch, I'm lit Just like the Vegas strip, blowin' through chips, I'm rich, bitch, I'm rich David Chapelle on his latest Netflix Go 'head, try to cancel my shit I'll still be on stage with my hand on my dick Seventeen thousand all jammin' my hits These are ridiculous times Lately, my biggest addiction been lookin' online Where somebody's always offended, I'm sick of this cryin' Niggas is dyin', victims of time Self-inflicted, we sick in the mind What's with the gossip? If you really handled your business, then you wouldn't have so much interest in mines Breakin' news, I've officially entered my prime Which is real interesting, this is the point where a rapper would typically start to decline Somehow I climbed Right when you thought I was fine, we're runnin' a little behind Nipsey was tryin' to tell you this a marathon Only listen to Minister Farrakhan Oh my God, it just hit me, it's terrifyin' I'm a star like the shit on the sheriff sign If time was really money, I could purchase like two thousand bricks with my spare time All praises due to my God Dark days is too far behind I part ways with the struggle, my hustle gon' always keep the squad paid All labor, no off days 'cause the money don't sleep And due to the focus, I couldn't even go broke if I spend like five hundred a week And talk is cheap, I got a short receipt, can tell by your heart, you're weak One thing 'bout this money, it's easy to get it, but trust me, my nigga, it's hard to keep [Pre-Chorus: Ari Lennox] Yeah, he climbed out the great Ville, that's gangster He missed meals to make mills, that's gangster Then came back and gave back, that's gangster Same chick from way back, he's gangster [Chorus: Young Dro, Young Dro & J. Cole] Reach for my dog 'fore his shit get dicey Shinin' now, you never seen a clique get icy Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Nigga, you can try [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] The trials and tribulations of creation It's a quiet theme of those in dire need of elevation One minute, infatuation Next minute, hatin' every statement you makin' Constant contemplation Yearnin' for hooks uncanny, search every nook and cranny for inspiration Step outside for better ventilation Smoke somethin', hope somethin' comes from the stimulation Through it all, stay patient Get in tune with God For when lightnin' strikes, it's He who decides We from a crueler side where the youth get euthanized Small fries get suicide for movin' pies All while blind eyes get turned from suit and ties The truth, it lies somewhere in the middle Of half-ass rappers and cap-ass crackers on Capital Hill Ain't no protection for hearts that get spilled When sharin' with this world with art can get killed Use your discretion To believe or not to believe? 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