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? That is the question

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