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Yeah Nigga done got spoiled off these fuckin' PJ’s I'm not—, It's not like I’m too good to fly commercial, that shit just— It's a hassle at this point, you know what I mean? Yeah At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp Got my grip and I never proceed to slip Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip Walk in front of the judge and plead the fifth I'm a legend but it ain't no need for myth Better get you a visa, he's a trip I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit Niggas ain't 'bout to outwork me Go to sleep late, still wakin' up early Look at my belly, I’m hungry Y’all niggas desperatе and thirsty You can't even tell thеre’s a difference Hungry is when you're relentless Even when one of your idols look dead in your face and he tell you, "You can't" and you know that he meant it But when you Cole, you attempt it Come, let me show you a template I had to grow out the concrete I had to stroll through the trenches, uh SongtexteI had to stroll through the trenches At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp (Temp) Got my grip and I never proceed to slip (Slip) Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped (Clipped) Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip Walk in front of a judge and plead the fifth I'm a legend but it ain’t no need for myth Better get you a visa, he's a trip I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit Yeah, that's my nigga I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit I can't do edibles My head is spinnin' too much Fell off the pedestal And I'm never gettin' back up Done tryna to be perfect, that shit is exhausting An infinite force that nitpicking niggas get lost in I'm scribbilin' thoughts, my pencil is sharpening Trust in my pen, been tryna limit the crossing The best part of makin' this cake is lickin' the frosting And Barry been sayin' he love when I spit like I'm dark skin And you know what he mean I got a thirty-four waist I had a forty jeans Somehow I still got too big for my britches and tore the seams There go my Achilles heel Been tryna do everything Thank God for my nigga Ib What would I do with no team? I wouldn't do anything I would just sit on this music and hold it Waiting for some perfect moment Wondering why it ain't came Meanwhile the world done changed Suddenly songs I was loving last year don't feel the same Somebody feel my pain Please, somebody say I changed All of these years done passed, I hope I ain't still the same All of these songs I'm on, ain't nobody kill Jermaine Isn't that rather strange? I wrote a number of bad refrains But isn't that life, dude? Make a few hits but you gotta live with the strikes too Instead of pretending I'm some incredible nigga, just let 'em hear all of it The good, the bad, the ugly, the strong, the weak, it's me The nigga that thought of it All the portrayals of anything different or fraudulent You wanna tap into your greatness, well this is the starter kit The Fall Off, how many these bullets can fit in the cartridges I'm lettin' 'em off on intentions to rip through your cartilage My nigga just told me, "You trippin' for thinkin' of callin' quits," No lie God is good, forreal I'm just sittin' here askin' myself The fuck was I even doin' here? Fresh out the hospital bed, one to the back Arm in a sling And in the same breath, I'm in Ibiza I ain't never fathomed seeing another side of this shit I know you felt the same Hell, I remember we used to pray for it, but hell Look at ya', bro People speak greatness these days when the name get mentioned But what is greatness? Nah, nigga we lit Iconic, haha It ain't over 'til we tap out Cole, you better make these niggas feel you We done seen 'em come We done seen 'em go From the Come Up to the Fall Off And even when we fall off, we don't fall off, nigga Aus Songtexte Mania