3001 (Explicit)-J. Cole

歌手 : J. Cole

专辑 : Might Delete Later (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:37

DOLBY 杜比全景声下载

臻品母带下载

臻品全景声下载

臻品音质

HIRES Hi-Res 下载

FLAC 无损flac 百度云网盘下载

APE 无损ape 格式下载

320MP3 极高mp3 歌曲下载

128MP3 标准mp3 百度网盘下载

192OGG 较高ogg 下载

192AAC 较高aac 下载

96AAC 标准aac 百度云下载

TXT 3001 (Explicit)-J. Cole 文本歌词

3001 (Explicit) - J. Cole

Lyrics by：J. Cole

Composed by：J. Cole

Produced by：Mike WiLL Made-It/Pluss/T-Minus

What I need with ten cars

I can't drive but one

This for my niggas listening in 3001

As I'm writin' through this song this world's gone insane

I know you feel me 'cause I bet that **** still ain't changed

I'm on a mission for this chicken I'ma kill everything

I'm stackin' for a rainy day and it still ain't rained

Why niggas never open up

The answer had me chokin' up

It ain't enough words around to reveal they pain

I'm holdin' on tight to what it feel like to live a peaceful life

Since ridin' a bike all that I ever knew was beef and strife

Goin' to sleep at night prayin' that God release the stress

Now I'm on G4 jets across the seas to decompress

My recent checks how much you think

Hm decent guess

They growin' more eager Cole who you gon' kill on a feature next

Who would you suggest

My nigga just told me the streets a myth

And he's perplexed they tellin' on people like the teacher's pet

He took a pull of his w**d he high as the trees where eagles nest

I started chiefin' less and less it had my cerebral vexed

Too many blessings to be depressed

Went from too stressed to being blessed

Now my new recipe's just keep that **** **** from my desk

I don't want **** but my breath I don't want **** but my fam'

Thought I used superglue nigga how this gun stick to my hand

I don't even tote no pistol but that **** sounded so hard

Plus I don't give a **** about lyin' once I learned these niggas fraud

I'm finna burn these niggas dawg

Bring me that urn-ee nigga char

Cole I'ma send 'em to crossroads with the lost souls

I saw Nia Long quote

I would've poked back when my heart cold

Give her three or four strokes

Then I'm onto the next **** like a par four

I'm a raw-a*s nigga 6'4 tall-a*s nigga

With a sick flow y'all ask Jigga

How much did the kid gross for that label

Paid dues had to pay dude for my masters but I'm grateful

**** business is business

I'm in the Ville the windows is tinted

Keeping my d**k in my britches y'all get to the *******

Me I'ma get to this money and split with the missus

Nigga this vicious and I'm the truth

All of these niggas fictitious

Look at Jermaine still runnin' the game

Damn this physical fitness

**** with me man