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The songs that I made in my bedroom and shit

Finally give a nigga leg room in this bitch

Yeah Cole World, make way for the chosen one

Aint nobody else I’d rather be, not even Oprah’s son

Momma’s youngest getting paper like the oldest one

We living better guess God felt he owed us one

Closets barely had no clothes in them

So you throw my niggas in hoopty’, but we still bag hoes and them

These niggas give they heart and soul to them

I wonder if they know we doving them

Ass fat so when pinch ‘em (pincher) like a Doberman

Run up on em politicing like Keith Olbermann

What’s your name? Where ya from?

Ya got a dream? I’ll sell ya one

Come and kick it with a nigga on his way to the top

Won’t stop, won’t stop

Hey and don’t stop

Now if it don’t jam the hoes wont rock

And if it aint crack then the fiends wont cop

And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don’t got

Gotta see it to believe it

Gotta see it to believe it

Gotta see it to believe it

and don’t stop

Now if it don’t jam the hoes wont rock

And if it aint crack then the fiends wont cop

And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don’t got

Gotta see it to believe it

Gotta see it to believe it

Gotta see it to believe it

There’s so much pain on my brain I gotta jot it out

But as of late nigga, it aint been shit to pout about

I turn up the news, my blues seem petty

Cause my view of the city is incredible with no album out

I’m blessed nigga, I’m blessed

When I’m all alone these words just flow out of my chest

Turn ‘em into poems, they worship, I’m the best

And though I’m taking long, they f-ck with me none the less

Yeah, enough sleeping, I put you niggas to rest

The only one saying shit is like a nigga got tourettes, (chyeah)

Unimpressed with you niggas

You the shit only cause I digested you niggas

But I digress, boy you bout as G as a f-cking tie dye vest

And your wifey is a bird even in her Prada dress

Want a nigga like me to come and get her out her nest (out her nest)

Like come and kick it with a nigga on his way to the top

Won’t stop, won’t stop

Hey, dont stop

Now if it don’t jam the hoes wont rock

And if it aint crack then the fiends wont cop

And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don’t got

Gotta see it to believe it

Gotta see it to believe it

Gotta see it to believe it

J. Cole - See It To Believe It – текст


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