Cole Flow
Check Check
Yeah that shit better
RIP Mac
Not sure I seen it all
But knew I wanna get paid
Stopped feigning for some pussy
And put my dreams on display
Not giving a single fuck about the enemies I'll make
Cause my angels never take a break
Like the teddy my pops used to fall asleep with
Take a breath and just walk away
Cause I'm not the white boy you wanna have beef with
Cause that teddy wasn't stuffed with sweet shit
It had a darker demeanor
6 rounds in the chamber is what pops used to sleep with
So it's in your best interest just to keep clear
Run your mouth to another cracka
So you can feel like you really street shit
Really pretending like you Meek and shit
Knowin you not really ready to pop that Meek shit
Cause Meek would have been put that shit in your face
Told your dumbass all that disrespect made you a disgrace
But you keep running that mouth after you done ran away
Putting on a mask for the city cause they can't see that you're fake
You really thought I wouldn't hear it
The streets confess and I'm the one they go to ask for forgiveness
I warned you to keep clear
But there's been a lot our father's being said in your streets still
And that's just champ on the real real
Feelin like Pac resurrected in a beat dedicated to a white rapper
Coming after a broke bastard
Have you googlin lyrics cause you couldn't hear shit over your homies clappin
That's if you even got homies that stuck around ya
Singin Hail Mary run quick see
This broke has been putting his life savings in some shit can never be
Talkin about you the reason all this happened
Still texting your baby momma beggin for a few dollars to get a Big Mac in
I'm not the one you wanted trouble with
Cause the dirty laundry that I could really air out would put you into an endless slumber then
I'm just touching on shit just as a warnin
Cause apparently the first one wasn't even heard of
I'm on a J. Cole flow with Mac Miller as a beat still
Still darker than any other white rapper that's been gettin paid
While you sitting the sidelines tip toing your grave
Shit I think I made my point
Yeah, just let the beat marinate a little bit
Yeah that shit better
RIP Mac
Not sure I seen it all
But knew I wanna get paid
Stopped feigning for some pussy
And put my dreams on display
Not giving a single fuck about the enemies I'll make
Cause my angels never take a break
Like the teddy my pops used to fall asleep with
Take a breath and just walk away
Cause I'm not the white boy you wanna have beef with
Cause that teddy wasn't stuffed with sweet shit
It had a darker demeanor
6 rounds in the chamber is what pops used to sleep with
So it's in your best interest just to keep clear
Run your mouth to another cracka
So you can feel like you really street shit
Really pretending like you Meek and shit
Knowin you not really ready to pop that Meek shit
Cause Meek would have been put that shit in your face
Told your dumbass all that disrespect made you a disgrace
But you keep running that mouth after you done ran away
Putting on a mask for the city cause they can't see that you're fake
You really thought I wouldn't hear it
The streets confess and I'm the one they go to ask for forgiveness
I warned you to keep clear
But there's been a lot our father's being said in your streets still
And that's just champ on the real real
Feelin like Pac resurrected in a beat dedicated to a white rapper
Coming after a broke bastard
Have you googlin lyrics cause you couldn't hear shit over your homies clappin
That's if you even got homies that stuck around ya
Singin Hail Mary run quick see
This broke has been putting his life savings in some shit can never be
Talkin about you the reason all this happened
Still texting your baby momma beggin for a few dollars to get a Big Mac in
I'm not the one you wanted trouble with
Cause the dirty laundry that I could really air out would put you into an endless slumber then
I'm just touching on shit just as a warnin
Cause apparently the first one wasn't even heard of
I'm on a J. Cole flow with Mac Miller as a beat still
Still darker than any other white rapper that's been gettin paid
While you sitting the sidelines tip toing your grave
Shit I think I made my point
Yeah, just let the beat marinate a little bit
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Hampton
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