I'm Comin
Lyrics J. Cole

Yea, hey, hey, yea 1-2-1-2
Uh, uh uh, yea, yup (hums)
Yea, look look
Fast lane, living bad thang,
Giving brain from the passenger side of the ride while I drive
And I swerve, vision blurred, make it hard to observe
Blame the liquor I absorb
And plus I'm high as God
Why is it lord that I can't seem to slow the whip down?
The same boy standing up when them teachers told him sit down
Look now, I done grown up
And still don't follow rules
Call those blues, n*gga hold up ya'll still don't got a clue
All the cool n*ggas from high schools
That still ain't doing sh*t
Remember when you used to f*ck n*ggas up til' the blue and sh*t
Now ya ass broke as a joke and them n*ggas doing it
Funny how the tables turn in life n*gga you ruined it
3 kids and never see they daddy unless he need a dollar from his baby mama
And you still don't wear a condom
Is you stupid n*gga?
Falling in love with these hoes, is you cupid n*gga?
You better learn before you burn boy
See me stay on top of my game, David Stern boy
Did his dirt like worms but my mind was more concerned with the future
Ya'll n*ggas stuck in neutral
This the city where police tryna shoot you
The army tryna recruit you
I'm here to get you higher baby so this here's the booster
I'm tryna be the king n*gga this that Martin Luther, sh*t is crucial
Now let me introduce you to the real from The Ville
Still pouring liquor for my n*ggas killed yea!


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