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j cole - get it كلمات الأغنية

gotta get my groove back, you know?
it’s been a little minute,
yea
yeah
uh,
label me greedy, but see me finish what petey started,
from carolina where n-gg-s spray like graffiti artists,
the south n-gg-, n-gg-s used to think we r-t-rded,
and slow as h-ll, but well well, now we regarded as the n-gg-s. (yea)
i f-ck with non rapping n-gg-s, non clapping n-gg-s,
n-gg-s is real, y’all is action figures. (ha)
ain’t into acting bigger than i really am,
ain’t no two ways around it, motherf-cker i’m the man.
where the beef at?
back in the days i ain’t even go out for recess,
a n-gg- don’t play, man, i been living okay.
been up in queens where they ‘rid of those foes,
and n-gg-s gats got bodies like video hoes.
it’s j.cole, you not f-cking with just any old flow.
i’m like the ’95 penny, you like penny ’04,
no disrespect to my favorite player,
n-gg-s praying a n-gg- never see the day a n-gg- rich,
so i’m slaying n-gg-s, yea.

[chorus:]
this is for my n-gg-s tryna make it,
watch out for them evil -ss n-gg-s tryna take it, uh,
they love to see a n-gg- dead up, in jail,
living in a world where we set up to fail,
but i’m a get it, n-gg- i’m finna to get it.
i’m a get it, n-gg- i’m finna to get it.
yeah
i’m a get it, n-gg- i’m finna to get it. (yea)
i’m a get it, n-gg- i gotta get it.

n-gg-s in the streets, no,
n-gg-s blessed beats,
i got that priest flow, heavenly.
you gonna cross over if he reach for the rock,
just a figure a speech for the glock,
from the ville, where police know the heat flow a lot. (yea)
like our beats yo, it’s hot,
n-gg-s laid out,
caught a fake n-gg- centerfield it’s cause they played out,
watch our boys fade out, n-gg-s tryna hate,
if he only knew my d-ck’s in his dame’s mouth,
just made out, came out the woodworks,
now they tryna peep a n-gg- footwork.
i’m getting real green, y’all n-gg-s playing on some good turf,
fake money, scared money, never make money,
and a n-gg- never fear nothing but god,
f-ck a facade,
i’m just focused on stuffing my pockets up with them wads and sh-t,
hundred thousand dollar deposit sh-t,
been dreaming ’bout millions since a n-gg- was five or six,
and so i strive, i’m the god, this some bible sh-t,
n-gg- i,
yea,

tell em geppettos my n-gg-s is ghettos with scarface dreams,
on the block with the hard hate, that’s all they seen,
n-gg-s killing n-gg-s in broad day on all they screams,
watching cops loving car chase scenes,
n-gg-s arrested,
treat us like roaches, the prison’s n-gg- infested.
they hate to see the day we ain’t slain, n-gg-s invested.
all created equal looks like equal to a less than,
depending on your race, or depending on your address, man.
i’ve been blessed, was given less and but still progress, man,
i hate to see the position my n-gg-s left in,
slay dope or n-gg- you slave for minimum wage,
ashamed,
but we living in the cage, so n-gg- get paid, sh-t,
how could i tell a n-gg- not to hustle?
yea it’s a better life my n-gg-, but it’s not for us though,
instead they wanted us to break,
they never wanted us to make it, yea,
to my n-gg-s smart enough to be smart enough to take it, n-gg-!

- j cole

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