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J. Cole - Unabomber (Any Given Sunday Vol. 1) (2011)

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J. Cole - Unabomber (Any Given Sunday Vol. 1) lyrics


I told niggas on the low, but they aint hear it though
Boy that man in the mirror is a miracle
Ay wipe your face, momma told you no more tears will flow
We eatin better than we was a few years ago
Sending Western Union on my pay day, a week later its May Day.
So you return the favor, we stayed afloat like some sailors
Bill collectors blowin us up, they couldnt fade us
Bitch I made straight A’s, go head and try to degrade us, haters.
But this ones funny, man one year later
I was on them phones collection money, a lesson for me
Everybody got a story dog,
Unfortunately, learned I cant do nothing for you dog
I’m trying to run the whole game like a morning jog
With hits like a porno blog
Not hopping out the shower to make ten dollars an hour
Aint judging, no, to each his own
You pay your bills and raise your kids inside a decent home
More 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 you
If you made it this far listenin without skipping,
Then I gotta show love, dont worry I’m just venting,
The late night thoughts of a nigga on a mission
And I rock my girl to sleep in missionary position
Tucked her ass in and then I went and grabbed pen
And there you have it, words flowing like magic, It's truly accurate
You niggas posin like some hoes up in a beauty pageant
Nobody touchin me, its like I got the cooties rappin
Remember when we called niggas African booty scratchers,
Yea that was random but man, so is life
You grab your needle, grab your thread and hope you sew it right
I find myself fiendin for a spot to go at night
Where the liquor flowin steady and the hoes polite
The fast lane make me reminisce on slower life
The unabomber bitch, I’m blowin up over night - boom

Ay-yo Its happening fast
I say its happening fast
All the drama that I had to get past
Will it last, or will it pass
Just as quick as the game
Hoes knowin my name
Dog, welcome to fame
I pray to God we done change
But even if you don’t
Most niggas look at you strange
But I guess I cant complain
Hey man, Its happening fast
I say its happening fast


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