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[Intro: J. Cole] Sometimes you rip straight through (I told you how we was gon’ do it) And sometimes you just love rappin’ this shit so much you just (Drama I told you how we was gon’ do it) You just like “fuck it” let me get that shit again God, please forgive us [Verse: J. Cole] Yeah, blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the grievers He played the corner like Revis, he should've had better defense That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love killin' Niggas'll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets Rap game changed, this is embarrassing shit Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss America shit I was a wilder nigga, back on my therapist shit Moving careless as shit In a city where niggas really don't care who they hit Who the fuck was I? Just a young little nigga tryin' to see the other side Of the railroad tracks, where the scarecrows at No brains on a nigga but they'll air your back Fuck the man, Uncle Sam, I won't sell your crack I won't fight your wars, I won't wear your hat I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn your craft I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn your flag Letras de cancionesBeware of the days when the first go last And the last go first, damn the past sure hurt That’s why I hit the Henny in this flask With my foot pressed heavy on this gas Life is like a Brillo pad Sometimes I sit and wish I had the life that Willow had Said I walk around mad ‘cause I never see my dad And you wonder why my motherfuckin’ brother’s so bad And I was in the third grade first time I skipped class Whoa! Switch topics, look, my bitch tropic Stack so thick to fit need six pockets Smash whole clicks, so sick I get nauseous Quick as pickpockets, slick like Rick Fox’s hair Diamond chain, yeah the Roc is here You lean back like a rocking chair You niggas not prepared, no preparation This is dedication Slit your fuckin’ throat and blame it on my medication Illuminati meeting, showed up late and met a Mason Who saw me and assured me that there was no better nation For, crooks and thieves, looks deceive They throw The Book at niggas with no books to read See, there I go, every time I try to stunt Can’t help but kick the real shit Man, why I even front? Maybe ‘cause that’s all you little niggas ever want But I’mma change the game See you in a couple months, boy [Outro: DJ Drama] Hopefully this here shows y’all somethin’ Dedication What’s ours, and what’s yours You see the playing field was never really that even We just let you play the game but you dropped the ball Cold world Born sinner All the way Drama You’re welcome From Letras Mania