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PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Wansel
Andrew Wansel
Songwriter
Ronald "Flippa" Colson
Ronald "Flippa" Colson
Songwriter
Boris Karadimchev
Boris Karadimchev
Songwriter
Jermaine Cole
Jermaine Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Ronald "Flippa" Colson
Ronald "Flippa" Colson
Producer
"Pop" Wansel
"Pop" Wansel
Producer
Dreamville
Dreamville
Executive Producer
Ibrahim Hamad
Ibrahim Hamad
Executive Producer
J. Cole
J. Cole
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Mm, yeah, yeah This shit is crazy Yeah, let me get them vocals up a lil' bit Yeah It's a lot of men around her Think I know a thing about her Real, more I'm thinkin' 'bout her A lot of words, a lot of words As I observe around a curb Thinkin' you can fuck with Cole You got a lot of nerve Lot of niggas out of luck A lot of niggas out of work I got a story for you Listen, uh If judgement day was one away How many of my niggas gon' die Right here in front of me? Tried to tell 'em, "Put the gun away," But he got vengeance on his mind Judge and jury, death sentence on his mind Breath scented with cheap wine From the Quik Stop 'cause he been up all the time I ain't sure, but I swear that he be crying when he by himself Then get high as hell to take the pain away And even when the sun shining He walk like it's a rainy day Hoodie up, fantasies to shoot the whole city up For what that bitch did to him Gave the wettest pussy And the greatest head to him Which in turn, led to him locking her down Jewels he be copping her now She rockin' it well Raw doggy, when he knocking it down Of course now she telling him That he got him a child that's growin' in her Slick bitch 'cause she be blowin' niggas From around the way still Damn, the bitch play ill Can't turn a ho into a housewife 'cause a bird don't stay still I told that nigga years ago Knowing some day that the tears would flow Now we here, and wouldn't you know He learned the baby ain't his The whole hood fucked The lady ain't his To make it worse When he dropped to change the locks to the crib She put bruises on her face And sent cops to the crib Keyed his car, slashed tires and shit At his job screaming and crying She done got his ass fired and shit Now he can't make rent On the phone with his niggas talking 'bout "You remember that twenty dollars I lent?" A week away from rock bottom And that's when the bitch sent Her older brother and his niggas They was hard as cement "You put your hands on my sister, nigga? You fucking crazy?" Left my nigga leakin', thinking "Damn, I wish they sprayed me" 'Cause this life is a fucking bitch Now he on some other shit On some "If I die tonight Give a hug to my mother" shit I looked into his eyes Saw the darkness that covered it 1987 Mel Gibson, Danny Glover shit Lethal weapon in his jeans Heart filled with sorrow He told me "Cole, you got twenty dollars that I can borrow?" I hit him with some bread And asked where he was headed He said, "I'ma kill them motherfuckers And repent before tomorrow" Say what? "I'ma kill them motherfuckers And repent before tomorrow" Judgement Day Huh Fayettenam
Writer(s): J. Cole, Andrew Wansel, Ronald "flippa" Colson, Boris Karadimchev Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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