Grew Up Fast-J. Cole

Sometimes I think about it And my poor heart wants to die about it Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost And the way I got double crossed By a guy who was my friend I see him now and then But I pretend I'm doing fine when I'm about to lose my mind N***a I grew up fast then blew up fast Money fallin out my pockets I got too much cash Can't fit nothin in her pockets she got too much a*s like godd**n Well if you must ask We from the school of hard knocks but your crew cut class Half white but don't think I got a Klu Klux pass When I'm up in the V police be f**kin with me No sir no license all I got here is this f**kin degree Move along cocksucker ain't nothin to see Unless you talkin blockbusters you n***as is not Russell You more Diggy me I'm more Biggie No diss to the young boy I'm just rappin get bored quickly Just to make up for that line invite him on tour with me Show him the game let him finagle these whores with me Run through they doors with me hit the Ritz Carlton for the night Leave him there with two dykes probably change a n***a life right What up Vanessa I loved you that one semester Thanks to my profession I balled like Uncle Fester Thinkin about the board I use to have above the dresser Half the s**t I wrote down I did it its old now got New goals plus my money on Manute Bol Funny how my old highs is suddenly my new lows Tired of every chick sayin she models before she swallow So I only f**k with hat tricks b***hes with a few goals N***as keep askin me how I feel how ya feel It's Coleee Not even slightly interested in what ya opinion is I gotta greater purpose then a hater purpose I'mma stack paper hustle just to relax later Serve n***as and bring change that's a waiter's purpose Look how I made em nervous n***as is shakin I know they fakin' Okay you a killer right and Miss Cleo is Jamaican And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and Beyonce datin' And Jesus Christ be hatin got mad love from Satan For f**kin Sanaa Lathan while Meagan Good is waitin' I'm the deadbeat father of your little brother In other words godd**nit I'm a bad motherf**ker It's Cole it's only right I brought back the soul Y'all got way too electro d**n near techno Halfway homo way too metro Hennesy XO Cole flow special Style like Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row Learn somethin boy grow yo a*s up Cheap n***a if you was liquor I'd probably throw yo a*s up Matter a fact if you was grass I'd probably mow yo a*s up Last call for you old n***as go and pour yo last cup Yea yea yea yea Cole World This n***a Ib he's a b***h He told me to talk s**t to you n***as so I'mma talk my s**t Dreamville in the building I know what y'all want me to talk about what y'all want to me to discuss But we'll get to that later them b***h a*s n***as My n***a Big Sean in the building My n***a Canei on the beat