9 5 . s o u t h (Explicit) - J. Cole

Lyrics by：J. Cole

Composed by：J. Cole

Cam'ron/J. Cole：

Killa it's The Off-Season

Let's keep it tall y'all ain't f**kin' with my man

And don't check your watch you know the time

Cole World Killa Cam n***as is f**kin' finished

Yeah

J. Cole：

This s**t too easy for me now

N***a Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around

What you sold I triple that

I can't believe these f**kin' clowns

Look how everybody clappin'

When your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'

If I'm bettin' on myself then I'll completely double down

If you hated on a n***a please don't greet me with a pound

I be stayin' out the way but if the beef do come around

Could put a M right on your head you Luigi brother now

Trace my steps all in this game you could see we cover ground

Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown

Vivid memories n***as start to squeeze we duckin' down

So many shells left on the ground it make the Easter Bunny proud

I get up dust my clothes off sleep is the cousin of death

No plans to doze off the streets it don't come with a ref

I never sold soft just creeped where the hustlers crept

And got they O's off you reach n***as uppin' like Steph

To blow your nose off gesundheit and then resume flight

As if it never happened s**t we witnessed full of so much sickness

Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven word to Eric Clapton

Off this clever rapping b***h my pockets gon' forever fatten

J. Cole/Cam'ron：

They gon' forever fatten

See we tried to tell n***as

They act like they don't f**kin' speak English

Start start start

J. Cole：

B***h my pen to the paper's lethal

I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the

The n***a that made them peep the reaper

Creepin' on ya the scent of failure reakin' on ya

Check your genitalia p***y n***as bleedin' on yourself

F**kin' with Cole is bold but it's impedin' on your health

All your n***as eatin' off your wealth

All my n***as feedin' all theyselves and it feels swell

Krispy Kreme dreams sometimes my dawgs wanna kill 12

Uh

'Cause they said they harassin'

We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly

That end in the deadliest fashion

My young n***as nutty they blastin'

Bullets be hummin' like Cudi

But one of your hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'

All over the driveway y'all talkin' all sideways

Shots poppin' off y'all

Laid down cops choppin' off y'all legs now

S**t

God's watchin' "Hey Yahweh"

My n***as looked up to the sky like we sendin' it y'all way

We sendin' it y'all way

Cam'ron：

That's what the f**k I'm talkin' 'bout

Y'all see what the f**k goin' on out here

I-95 s**t Carolina 2-6 stand up n***a

Put your hood up

Put your hood up

Put your hood up

Put your hood up

Put your clique up

Put your clique up

Put your clique up

Put your clique up

Represent your s**t motherf**ker

Represent your s**t motherf**ker

Represent your clique motherf**ker

Represent your clique motherf**ker

If you scared to throw it up get the f**k out the club

If you scared to throw it up get the f**k out the club