Serenade

Whoever thought a Carolina nigga would've been the greatest
We strong 'cause the hard times made us into men
Hold up I gotta say that shit again
I said the hard times made us into men
See a man gonna stand with the world as a weight
But the boy gonna break, only so much he could take
See I traveled outta state and I ain't know a soul
Told my momma I'd be back when I had a million sold

Million flows, million stories I done told
Shed tears when they cut me from the team couldn't wait 'til next year
Then I told the best player look
"Though I ain't as tall as y'all niggas
Next year I'ma be better than all y'all niggas"

Ay, this is for the Ville shout to all y'all niggas
I pray you never pass like them ballhog niggas
And at all cost nigga I'ma shine
They gon' 'member my name like it's tatted on they mind
J. Cole, J. Cole

Ay, fresher than a day-old newborn, bitches blowing kisses
That's the same hoes that you on
I knew her back in high-school, but heard she failed college
She blew me like she blew her nail polish
That's knowledge if I ever seen it
Say I'ma call her, but don't ever mean it
See I'm preoccupied, watch how my stock arise

She want the time and that's just something I cannot provide
'Cause time is money and I, I ain't no dummy and I
I'm trying get paid, man I gotta stay brave Atlanta
I let your missus sip me, I ain't talking David Banner, ain't a planner
So if it's random then it's naturally
Name a motherfucker out here matching me

Nigga I'm feeling good, nigga I'm feeling good
Nigga I'm feeling good, yeah, nigga I'm feeling good
Hey, nigga I'm feeling good, watch



Credits
Writer(s): Franz Schubert, Lily Henkel
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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