J. Cole

Unabomber
I told niggas on the low, but they aint hear it thoughBoy that man in the mirror is a miracleAy wipe your face, momma told you no more tears will flowWe eatin better than we was a few years agoSending Western Union on my pay day, a week later its May Day.So you return the favor, we stayed afloat like some sailorsBill collectors blowin us up, they couldnt fade usBitch I made straight A's, go head and try to degrade us, haters.But this ones funny, man one year laterI was on them phones collection money, a lesson for meEverybody got a story dog,Unfortunately, learned I cant do nothing for you dogI'm trying to run the whole game like a morning jogWith hits like a porno blogNot hopping out the shower to make ten dollars an hourAint judging, no, to each his ownYou pay your bills and raise your kids inside a decent homeMore power to you.But a message to you fuck niggas,I hope your kids grow up and never want to fuck with you.This punk nigga knocked up two hoes up at the same time,And told his nigga they was lyin dog they aint mine,Thats cold blooded.But aint nothing new, same ol, fuck it though, whats up with youIf you made it this far listenin without skipping,SongtexteThen I gotta show love, dont worry I'm just venting,The late night thoughts of a nigga on a missionAnd I rock my girl to sleep in missionary positionTucked her ass in and then I went and grabbed penAnd there you have it, words flowing like magic, It's truly accurateYou niggas posin like some hoes up in a beauty pageantNobody touchin me, its like I got the cooties rappinRemember when we called niggas African booty scratchers,Yea that was random but man, so is lifeYou grab your needle, grab your thread and hope you sew it rightI find myself fiendin for a spot to go at nightWhere the liquor flowin steady and the hoes politeThe fast lane make me reminisce on slower lifeThe unabomber bitch, I'm blowin up over night - boomAy-yo Its happening fastI say its happening fastAll the drama that I had to get pastWill it last, or will it passJust as quick as the gameHoes knowin my nameDog, welcome to fameI pray to God we done changeBut even if you don'tMost niggas look at you strangeBut I guess I cant complainHey man, Its happening fastI say its happening fast Aus Songtexte Mania