Relaxation feat. J. Cole,Omen

歌詞

[J. Cole] It?s ya n-gga, deep thinker, big drinker Late night, with ya wife in ya crib sneaker When you out of town, and you not around Turn your ass over like a n-gga stepped out of bounds Crowd around young?n I got ammo and a lot of rounds coming Up in the streets where you not allowed, runnin? Got the songs bitches ride around hummin? And the n-ggas stay thumpin? And the hater?s hate pumpin? Got the 808?s bumpin? So the trunks stay thumpin? And the n-gga get high only on occasion in My mind too wild Damn thought weed supposed to calm you down But I?m so high I can palm two clouds Boy look, these n-ggas quote my lines like the Lord?s book You n-ggas less rhymes more hooks More bucks but less love You hear them drums, ?uestlove No Roots, I?m so truth I used to rock sidelines like a coat suit Had to look at all them loafers, yeah them boat shoes Now I?m in the game but I wont boast to you dummy Remember n-ggas had short jokes for my money Toast to the honey?s, money and the liquor And bitch I don?t sound like any other n-gga With my finger on the trigger I burn rappers like Henny on the liver Grant death wishes like a genie I?ma killer Lord giveth and he taketh like an Indian giver Hard to keep jimmy in zipper When you got them bad Anne Vivians with ya Remy and weed, I got em on Pluto I like Henny but the hoes prefer Nuvo. [Fashawn] Check, every time a n-gga roll, Old school (?) and it?s sittin on (?) Hoes on me when I enter the door If a n-gga wanna trip, good grip on the chrome Empty out a clip from the fifth then I?m gone Twist up a spliff, get a fifth of Patron Hate a chick who just talk sh-t on the phone Baby I?m tryna stick, give ya dicks to ya dome, sh-t If I was you n-gga I would hate him Hot August nights I?m out there in Vegas Stuntin til time, had that patience Now it?s big faces, fly vacations Alias Shawn stacks Miss shows, never call back Blowin? Dro sippin tall cats On the low had to crawl back N-ggas wonder if it?s all raps Or it?s all facts? [Omen] As I step in the toe like Fe fi foe With the heat like flow and the beat typo Better rewrite yo, get your rhyming straight Get murked plus 8 like Jon and Kate I mean it?s time for the face off Hit the corner like an 8 ball Me not concentrate like adorf No time for I had a get a day job Me on the mind you aint even on the radar Never bring it but I never been a fiend for her silly ways So I?m tryna get the cream til I?m silly paid Couldn?t put her on the team, every week another reason Thats fiend like Billy Mays Gotta grind gotta focus Gotta shine through the minds of the blind light the hopeless Never confined to the rhymes that I?ve chosen Moment of silence the Times gotta quote this!