| I’m a born sinner
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| But I die better than that, I swear
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| It’s way darker this time
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| Sometimes I brag like Hov
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| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
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| Sometimes I brag like Hov
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| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
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| Sometimes I brag like Hov
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| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
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| Sometimes I brag like Hov, now I’m in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
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| Cole, time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
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| Sometimes I brag like Hov, sometimes I’m real like Pac
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| Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got
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| Sometimes I focus on the dough, look at these bills I got
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| This is a message for some rappers tryna steal my spot
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| You niggas famous on the internet, I’m real life hot, homie
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| Get your weight up, fake niggas get sprayed up
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| My verbal AK slay faggots
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| And I don’t mean no disrespect whenever I say faggot, okay, faggot?
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| Uh, don’t be so sensitive
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| If you want to get fucked in the ass that’s between you and whoever else’s dick
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| it is
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| Pause, maybe that line was too far
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| Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are
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| And who can blame ya? |
| Boy Meets World, I’m tryna find a new Topanga
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| And bang her out, no hanging out
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| My pops was club hopping back when Rick James was out
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| And all I get is Trinidad James, wait a minute, that’s strange
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| Sip a bit of champagne, say fuck it
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| If the hoes like it I love it, nigga, nigga, nigga
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| Used to watch Rap City, Big Tigga, Tigga
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| Rap nerd, even copped Rah Diggah, Diggah
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| Pac had a nigga saying fuck Jigga, fuck Biggie
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| I was only like 11 so forgive me
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| A decade later I’d be all up in the city
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| Tryna get Hov to fuck with me
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| With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand
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| When he said he didn’t want it it was fuck him again
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| One day, he gon' regret playing me
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| Little did I know in a year he’d be fucking paying me, what could you say to me?
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| Beat the odds like Vegas, I used to rap about haters
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| Before niggas was hating me, now they hate to see
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| A young black man with a college degree
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| Fucking all these little models for free, pardon me
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| Sometimes I brag like Hov
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| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
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| Sometimes I brag like Hov
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| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
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| Sometimes I brag like Hov
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| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
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| Sometimes I brag like Hov
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| Got the game back, and I ain’t ever letting go
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| I’m the prince of the city, I studied Machiavelli
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| You niggas couldn’t blow with C4 strapped to your belly
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| I snuck up out the parts where niggas be living heartless
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| And cannot tell the difference between Iraqi, Israeli
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| And so I’m wondering really what could you actually tell me
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| I’m tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully
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| So, back with this pen to give back for my sins
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| Took a black president to tell the Japanese sorry
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| But who the fuck gon' tell my niggas sorry
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| Never seen his pops 'cause he’s sorry
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| Fucked up education, would ask for reparations
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| But I’m probably just gon' go and buy Ferraris, vroom
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| Please forgive him
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| According to the preacher man he needs Jesus in him
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| But the Devil run the T.V. so the demons in 'em
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| I’m in trouble
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| Did a deal with the Devil, now I’m pleading with him
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| Like give me my soul
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| My nigga, I ain’t ever letting you go again
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| I ain’t ever letting go
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| I ain’t ever letting you go again
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| Please give me my soul
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| I ain’t ever letting go
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| I ain’t ever letting you go again
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| Please give me my soul
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| I ain’t ever letting go
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| But the Devil don’t play fair
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| I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati
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| Fuck everybody
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| I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati
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| Fuck everybody
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| I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati
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| Fuck everybody
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| I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati
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| These next three bars is dedicated to the retards
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| Keep on asking me about the Illuminati;
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| Is you stupid, nigga? |
| Young black millionaire
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| Old white billionaires, I’m sure that they can do without me
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| And I ain’t really into sacrificing human bodies
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| Couple more A’s I would’ve been a summa cuma laude
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| Beyoncé told me that she want to cop the blue Bugatti
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| That shit is more than what I’m worth, I think she knew it probably
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| Well this is awkward, awkward
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| Want to know what else is really awkward, awkward |
| When niggas buy rings for bitches I had flings with
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| I’m praying I don’t see 'em at the Oscars, Oscars
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| Hey J. Cole, this way, hey
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| Oh, hey, what’s up? |
| What’s goin' on with you? |
| Okay
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| Big smile, man, big smile, let me see that crooked smile
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| J. Cole, J. Cole, this way, look this way
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| Oh friend hug, friend hug, just keep it friendly
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| We friends, friends
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| Re-adjustin' my target audience, 'cause it’s obvious
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| I’ve gone astray, losing my way like Timberlake
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| Produced by Timbaland on that goddamn FutureSex/LoveSounds
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| What’s playing in my mind, just the sound of my whole career
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| Crash and burning, the thing that I mostly fear
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| Was on track for the first two years until I let the Devil steer
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| Now what have we here? |
| Mask my tears, but I
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| I ain’t ever letting go
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| I ain’t ever letting you go again
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| I ain’t ever letting go
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| I ain’t ever letting you go again
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| I ain’t ever letting go
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| I ain’t ever letting you go again
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| I ain’t ever letting go
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| I ain’t ever letting you go again
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| Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole
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| My nigga
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| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
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| Sometimes I brag like Hov
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| Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole
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| My nigga
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| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
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| Sometimes I brag like Hov
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| Born sinner |