Killa, it's The Off-Season
Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man
And don't check your watch, you know the time
Cole World, Killa Cam', niggas is fuckin' finished (Yeah)
Killa, it's The Off-Season
Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man
And don't check your watch, you know the time
Cole World, Killa Cam', niggas is fuckin' finished (Yeah)
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
This shit too easy for me now
Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around
What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns
Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'
If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down
If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound
I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around
Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now
Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown
Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down
So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud
I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref'
I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph
To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight
As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton
Off this clever rappin', bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten
[Interlude: J. Cole & Cam'ron]
They gon' forever fatten
See, we tried to tell niggas
They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal
I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the
The nigga that made them, peep the reaper
Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya
Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself
Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health
All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth
All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell
Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (Uh)
Cause they steady harassin'
We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion
My young niggas nutty, they blastin'
Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'
All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways
Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down
Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now
(Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"
My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (Y'all way)
We sendin' 'em y'all way (Y'all way)
[Outro: Cam'ron & Lil Jon]
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here (Killa, Harlem)
I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
Killa的，它是淡季
让我们保持身材高大，你们是不是他妈的跟我的男人
不要检查你的手表，你知道时间
科尔世界，Killa的凸轮，黑鬼们是他妈的结束（是啊）
[诗歌1：J.科尔]
现在，这狗屎太容易了我
黑人，科尔一直布莱恩高原”，因为回来时的CD大约是
你卖什么，我三倍，我无法相信这他妈的小丑
看怎么大家彬当你的三首歌曲的专辑做一个可怜的百你”
如果我对自己bettin'，然后我就完全双降
如果你在一个黑鬼恨，请不要一斤我打招呼
我被留下来了的样子，但如果牛肉都过来
可以把A M权在你的头上，你弟弟路易吉现在
跟踪所有在这场比赛中我的步骤，你可以看到我们覆盖地面
来回NC到纽约当Jeezy有冠
往事历历在目，黑鬼开始挤，我们duckin'下来
因此，许多贝壳遗留在地上，它让复活节兔子骄傲
我爬起来，拍拍我的衣服，睡眠是死亡的表弟
没有计划打瞌睡，街道，它不来与裁判”
我从不手软出售，只是穆斯特在混混蹑手蹑脚
并得到了他们Ø的关闭，到达，黑鬼uppin就像斯蒂芬
擤鼻涕了，GESUNDHEIT，然后恢复飞行
仿佛什么都没有发生，拉屎，我们目睹了全这么多的病
天使在天堂sheddin的眼泪，字埃里克·克莱普顿
关闭这个聪明的说唱，婊子，我的口袋里坤”永远催肥
[插曲：J.科尔＆坎龙]
他们坤”永远催肥
你看，我们想告诉黑鬼
他们像他们甚至不他妈的说英语
[诗2：J.科尔]
婊子，我的笔纸是致命的
我寄来的“时间直，以满足
使他们的兄弟们，偷看收割者
情不自禁爱上雅，失败reekin的香味雅
检查你的生殖器，猫，黑鬼流血你自己
他妈的科尔是勇敢的，但它impedin'对你的健康
所有哟”黑鬼eatin'关你的财富
我所有的黑鬼feedin'所有他们的自我，而且感觉膨胀
的Krispy Kreme的梦想，有时我想dawgs杀死十二（嗯）
因为他们稳定harassin'
我们看到像Nelly和凯利最致命的时尚为此困境
我年轻的黑鬼坚果，它们BLASTIN'
子弹是hummin'像朱迪但之一哟”帽衫面条-O splashin'
所有在车道上，你们都谈所有横盘
射击屁股了，你们都放下
警察chalkin'关你们的腿现在
（狗屎）上帝在看着，‘嘿，耶和华’
我的黑鬼抬头向天空像我们寄来“时间你们都路（你们都这样）
我们寄来“时间你们都路（你们都这样）
[结尾：坎龙＆律乔恩]
这就是我说的“回合他妈的什么
你们都看到什么就出在这里他妈的布莱恩（Killa的，哈林）
I-95狗屎，北卡罗来纳州，2-6，站起来，兄弟们
把你的兜帽
把你的兜帽
把你的兜帽
把你的兜帽
把你的集团了
把你的集团了
把你的集团了
把你的集团了
代表你的狗屎，混蛋
代表你的狗屎，混蛋
代表你的集团，娘
代表你的集团，娘
如果你害怕扔它，得到了他妈的俱乐部
如果你害怕扔它，得到了他妈的俱乐部