Rise n shine j cole - Top J cole songs? : Jcole

Maybe not yet but bitch I got the clock set It goes tick-tock, game on lock Sun gon' shine but the rain won't stop Oh no! Jacket so expensive you wouldn't even try on it But it fit me perfect, i purchase it if i want it The city on my shoulder, so no girl, you can't cry on it When you make a list of the greatest aye, am i on it? Nah i ain't mad, it's sad, you went from bad to real bad Two kids that don't even know their real dad Real sad, baby girl i wish you still had it Then maybe you could get a taste of livin' villematic Is cole still at it? There's a nigga right now somewhere He at the table with a bowl of apple jacks And he's reading the back of the cereal And in between the apple jacks he's writing some shit And he wants my spot I'mma find him though, i'mma sign him.

Working in her open toed flip flops and nasty feet and a pair of stretch pants that had seen better days and showed off way.

Jacket so expensive you wouldn't even try on it But it fit me perfect, I purchase it if I want it The city on my shoulder, so no girl, you can't cry on it When you make a list of the greatest aye, am I on it? Medal of honor, I'm feelin' on top like Pac When he slept with Madonna Hey, this is death before dishonor Get arrested and forget to tell my mama She got enough to stress about My niggas gonna get me out Then we hit the club with the thugs and the liquors No criminal record but I'm makin' criminal records Isn't it ironic? We in two different lanes, you can't navigate We in wto different games, you playin' patty cake Brother you're lame, you're Shane Battier You out of shape, my mind run a mile a minute The sky's the limit, I'm so high, I'm divin' in it My rides is tinted', my knob's gettin' slobbed up in it She hollerin' God, man you would've thought that God was in it But its just a nigga God invented The best out, foolish pride'll make you not admit it Word, this shit ain't vibe nigga, why you noddin' with it? Medal of honor, I'm feelin' on top like Pac When he slept with Madonna Hey, this is death before dishonor Get arrested and forget to tell my mama She got enough to stress about My nigga gonna get me out Then we hit the club with the thugs and the liquors No criminal record but I'm makin' criminal records Isn't it ironic? The staff was always clean, professional and always came to check on their customers.

This is for the bitches that played me, waddup ho? If I should die before I wake I pray to the Lord, my soul to take My soul to take, my soul to take.