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Mo' liquor when we ride, toast niggas we alive Gold diggers look inside, I ain't in the back Me I'm in the front seat, driving like I'm one deep If you wanna come see, you know where I'm at Go getters on the rise, toast niggas we arrived Old niggas step aside, ain't no coming back Big things on my mind, switch lanes and recline Get brains from a dime, How u love that? [Verse 1: J. Cole] Alone in my zone, tell me don't it sound stunning Been fucked the world but she just now cummin' If I ever fell off I would hit the ground runnin' I ain't never been the one for fourth down puntin' Aiming at a couple heads, bitch I'm crown huntin' Red dots cause a nigga dread locks So I lock pick just to lock shit back I want Money, Power, Respect since the Lox said that Better stay up on your toes, this is not tic tac Yet, I'm a breath of fresh air, you can place your bets here Ballin' like a Laker you should pray for next year Cause I'm repeating and I'm three-peatin' And I'm knee deep in the game it's quick sand and I keep sinkin' The label heat seekin', nigga ain't sign me, what the fuck was he thinkin' They say I killed the game, that was only pre-season SongtexteI'm heavy Lil nigga I'm heavy I'm so heavy, I'm feeling heavy Carolina I'm heavy In New York I'm heavy Out in LA I'm heavy I'm so heavy We got more liquor when we ride, toast niggas we alive Gold diggers look inside, I ain't in the back Me I'm in the front seat, driving like I'm one deep If you wanna come see, you know where I'm at Go getters on the rise, toast niggas we arrived Old niggas step aside, ain't no coming back Big things on my mind, switch lanes and recline Do you love that? [Verse 2: J Cole] No album to my name and I'm already hot, you can say I'm pre-heated If money talks, mine telling your's "be seated" Cut my leg off I wouldn't be defeated Illest nigga in the game bitch and you can retweet it Email the shit make sure you CC it For these fuck niggas who don't wanna believe it I be in the airport damn near bare foot Security hollin' out, Cole we need it Getting high as fuck and I don't even be weeded No point drinkin' I can't even be faded Real recognise real like they related You ain't no fucking G boy, your style G-Rated Hatred is flattery I'm glad to be hated Fuckin' bad bitches that would rather be dated Carolina niggas just glad that he made it My money was running late now, now it's happy belated I'm heavy, nigga I'm heavy I'm so heavy, I'm feeling heavy Lil nigga in New York I'm heavy Queens, I'm feeling heavy Fayettenam nigga I'm so heavy I'm feeling heavy Lil nigga I'm heavy Aus Songtexte Mania