3001

J. Cole

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 shit 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 s?as to decompress
My rec?nt 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 weed
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 fuck shit from my desk
I don t want shit but my breath
I don t want shit but my fam
Thought I used superglue
nigga, how this gun stick to my hand
I don t even tote no pistol, but that shit sounded so hard
Plus, I don t give a fuck
about lyin once I learned these niggas fraud
I m finna burn these niggas, dawg
Bring me that urn, these 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, shit like a par four
I m a raw-ass nigga, 6 4, tall-ass 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
Shit, business is business
I m in the Ville, the windows is tinted
Keeping my dick in my britches, y all get to the bitches
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
Fuck with me, man

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 shit 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