J. Cole

J. Cole - Too Deep For The Intro lyrics

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Yeah,

Hey,

Yeah,



Partially functional, half of me is comfortable

The other half is close to the cliff like Mrs Huckstable

These boys got them hoslters and clips they pack like lunchables

Like white boys in grade school

We ate school made food just

Eyeing they shit, wish I was trying they shit

Knowing when mama hit the store she wasn't buying that shit

No I ain't crying a bit man

That's just life that's just how shit work

You reach your hand in fire, you pull it back when you get burnt

Gotta learn when you get hurt

Even if it's with cupid

He beat you and you went back

Who's officially stupid

Oh yeah I understand that's your man,

You had a plan

You been together for some years

You sticking with him for the kids

So you overlook the tears but we both know that's a bad look

Cause 20 years from now your daughter will probably get her ass whooped

If this too deep for the intro I'll find another use

But just in case it's perfect let me introduce

Cole, cole, cole



If this too deep for the intro I'll find another use

But just in case it's perfect let me introduce

It's Cole, I had a dream and so I made a move

A I'll ass nigga who just so happened to stay in school

Still rap for hustlers and ma'fuckers that hated school

Said that's for busters that heard my shit and I made it cool

This ain't to say that I'm gifted as if I'm Christmas shopping

I got gangsta niggas that lining up in that missions office

And possibly cause all the hoe niggas scrape

And I shit up on my plate so you know a nigga late to my first class

I'd much rather sit up in first class

Should I admit that a slutty bitch was my first smash

Was it experience so nah I didn't wear it out

Always thought my first time would be with someone I cared about

But being a virgin was something to be embarrassed bout

I used to ask for practice so I wasn't scared out my mind

You call it rhymes I call it clearing out my mind

Was just a young boy staring out my blind

Till I got free from my momma leash

Running loose through the streets

Like a stray dog in heat

And we looking for some freaks can you play

Pardon me, what's your name, don't mistake me for no lame

No not me

She do hours on the team cause she seen how tall I'd be

In the club dappin' niggas, [?] R-I-P

Damn, you win some, you lose some

That just how it's happens

And if a nigga step up to ya, then you gotta scrap em

Your name is all you got, throwing hands by the bathroom

It's funny I barely told nobody I started rapping

Cause see some niggas was haters that I viewed as clowns

At 14 I knew I was the nicest dude around

I gotta make a move, I gotta do this now

If they don't know your dreams, than they can't shoot em down
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