G.O.M.D. (Live|Explicit) - J. Cole

Written by：Jermaine Cole/Ron Gilmore/Dwight Andrews/Deongelo Holmes/Eric Jackson/Jonathan Smith

Hollywood Cole go

Ay Hollywood ay Hollywood Cole go

You wanna know just where I'm at

Well let me tell you 'bout it

I put my city on the map

But let me tell you 'bout it

They tryna say I can't come back

Ay let me tell you 'bout it

Man f**k them niggas I come back

Ay let me tell you 'bout it

I wanna tell you 'bout it

Hands up everybody run

Cole outside and he say he got a gun

Niggas like "Man that's what everybody said"

Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead

Everybody scared of the ni**a

Aware that the ni**a is better

All my b**ches the pick of the litter never bitter

Niggas is faker than anime

Me I never hate get cake like Anna Mae woah

Eat the cake b**ch eat the damn cake

F**k good ni**a we demand great

Order Domino's and she take off all her clothes

Ni**a you know how it goes

Make the pizza man wait

The best kept secret

Even Hov tried to keep it and I leaked the damn tape

Rest in peace any ni**a want beef

Secret service couldn't keep the man safe

I said to the window to the wall

My ni**a ride when I call

Got b**ches all in my mind

F**k ni**a blocking my shine

I know the reason you feel the way

I know just who you wan' be

So everyday I thank the man upstairs

That I ain't you and you ain't me

Get off my dick woah

Get off my dick woah

Get off my dick b**ch woah

Get off my dick woah

Man f**k them niggas I come home

And I don't tell nobody

They gettin' temporary dough

And I don't tell nobody

Lord will you tell me if I changed

I won't tell nobody

I wanna go back to Jermaine

And I won't tell nobody

This is the part that the thugs skip

Young ni**a never had love

You know foot massage back rub sh*t

Blowing bubbles in the bathtub sh*t

That is until I met you

Together we done watch years go by

Seen a river of your tears go by

Got me thinkin' bout some kids still I

Tell them hoes come through

The break up

Get to know somebody

And you really learn a lot about 'em

Won't be long before you start to doubt 'em

Tell yourself you better off without 'em

Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em

Can't talk without 'em can't breathe without 'em

Came here together you can't leave without 'em

So you walk back in make a scene about 'em

On your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'em

It's called love niggas don't sing about it no more

Don't nobody sing about it no more

Ni**a's too busy telling us to get money

It's called love niggas don't sing about it no more

Don't nobody sing about it no more

But every ni**a in the club singing

To the window to the wall

My ni**a ride when I call

Got b**ches all in my mind

F**k ni**a blocking my shine

I know the reason you feel the way

I know just who you wan' be

So everyday I thank the man upstairs

That I ain't you and you ain't me

Get off my dick

But every ni**a in the club singing

Singing this song yeah

Got all the b**ches in the club singing

Singing this song yeah

And all they mamas let their kids sing it

Sing this song yeah

The baby mamas and the mistresses

1 2 1 2 3 go

Why every rich black ni**a gotta be famous

Why every broke black ni**a gotta be brainless

Uh that's a stereotype

Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights

Here's a scenario

Young Cole pockets is fat like Lil Terrio

Dreamville give us a year we'll be on every show

Yeah f**k ni**a I'm very sure heh

F**k the rest I'm the best ni**a out

When I'm back home I'm the best in the South

When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West

You contest You can test I'mma stretch niggas out

I'mma stretch niggas out

That go for all y'all if I left niggas out

This sh*t for everbody on my testicles

Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth