7 Minute Drill (Explicit) - J. Cole

Lyrics by：J. Cole

Composed by：J. Cole

Produced by：T-Minus/Conductor Williams

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Turn it up

Yeah turn the vocal up

Uh

Light work like it's PWC

It's a cold world keep the heat under your seat

I got a phone call they say that somebody dissin'

You want some attention it come with extensions

My dog like Say the word he on ******** he itchin'

Done put in so much work in these streets he got pension

I told him chill out how I look havin' henchman

If shots get to poppin' I'm the one doin' the clenchin'

I came up in the 'Ville so I'm good when it's tension

He still doin' shows but fell off like the Simpsons

Your first **** was classic your last **** was tragic

Your second **** put niggas to sleep but they gassed it

Your third **** was massive and that was your prime

I was trailin' right behind and I just now hit mine

Now I'm front of the line with a comfortable lead

How ironic soon as I got it now he want somethin' with me

Well he caught me at the perfect time jump up and see

Boy I got here off of bars not no controversy

Funny thing about it ***** I don't even want the prestige

**** the Grammys 'cause them crackers ain't never done nothin' for me ho

Slugs took my nigga's soul d**gs took another one

The rap beef ain't realer than the **** I seen in Cumberland

He averagin' one hard verse like every thirty months or somethin'

If he wasn't dissin' then we wouldn't be discussin' him

Lord don't make me have to smoke this nigga 'cause I **** with him

But push come to shove on this mic I will humble him

I'm Nino with this thing this that New Jack City meme

Yeah I'm aimin' at G-Money cryin' tears before I bust at him

Light work like it's PWC

It's a cold world keep the heat under your seat

I got a phone call they say that somebody dissin'

You want some attention it come with extensions

My dog like Say the word he on ******** he itchin'

Done put in so much work in these streets he got pension

I told him chill out how I look havin' henchman

If shots get to poppin' I'm the one doin' the

Conductor conductor conductor

I got mixed feelings 'bout these ******* rap niggas

It's over for that cap we official cap peelers

Two-six we don't at niggas we get at niggas

Shoot a nigga lights out yeah my dogs stat fillers

Stat stuffers triple-double get your a*s black duffled

Body bag body bag body bag

Cole World your instructor for pilates class

Get a nigga stretched if I feel the disrespect uh

Your arms might be too short to box with the god

Who live his life without the pressures of a constant facade

I pray for peace but if a nigga cease these positive vibes

A Falcon 9 inside my pocket ***** this rocket gon' fly

Now it's poppin' outside like the top of July

My text flooded with the hunger for a toxic reply

I'm hesitant I love my brother but I'm not gonna lie

I'm powered up for real that **** would feel like swattin' a fly

Four albums in twelve years nigga I can divide

**** if this is what you want I'm indulgin' in violence

Put pictures in my home aim the chrome at your eyelids

Fly pebbles at your dome we the Stone Temple Pilots

This is merely a warning shot to back niggas down

Back in the town where they whippin' work and traffickin' pounds

My jack jumpin' 'bout a rapper makin' blasphemous sounds

Switchin' sides like the tassel on the cap and the gown

I'm fully loaded nigga I can drop two classics right now

Hah let me chill out man

Conductor

The Fall Off on the way nigga