文本歌词

Shook Ones(Freestyle) - J. Cole
Written by：J Cole
Yeah
Yeah look how I came up
Yeah
'Ey look how I came up ni**a
'Ey look
Momma I came up cold as hell in New York but I flame up
Straight up out that dirty type of sh*t you cannot clean up
A dollar and a dream the only things I had to bring up
Now any ni**a out there gunnin' for me gotta aim up
Say what niggas ask me what the 'ville be like
Just tell 'em that it's real hoping that they me feel me right
I'm so bright I close my eyes and I can still see light
I'm so live you motherf**kers gotta kill me twice
Man I promise I'm murdering classics paying my homage
The 15 th of the month and I'm just now paying Mohammed
Said the rent's due on the first
But he don't know the sh*t I been through and it hurts
Can't wait to blow yeah I think about heaven sometimes can't wait to go
If it's real will I even get in I ain't fo' sho'
Cause I've been sinning
Gettin' bent it's been a minute since I been
Up in a church
Only time is when my friend up in a hearse
Lord I'm praying for me my momma I just went up in her purse
Not to steal all I saw was some bills and not a dollar
In sight in time she'll live the more desirable life I'm chasing money
And dreams only god got the means to take 'em from me
I scheme while I'm ridin' through queens
I ain't no dummy a fayettenom repper 'til the day that I'm gone
Ni**a get your weight up all the way up if you hatin' on me
Cause boy I might pray but ain't no preying on me
I'm hot like Satan just laying on me
So when you get to hell you can say you know me
I said I might pray but ain't no preying on me
So when you get to hell you can say you know me
Yeah what
Yeah
One shot y'all
Yeah
Hahah
Ain't a damn thing man
Hahahha