My Boy (Feat. J. Cole) (Freestyle)

Count me in Cole Right here Nah not yet Yeah bounce bounce My boy my boy My boy my boy my boy Yeah right here Ay look uh yeah ok Concrete since day one ain't no time to make up Ain't no top on that hoop like baby word to a cup Thank you for your services invoicing all my haters Be sure to leave your armor and your woman penetrated I give her back I hate her poof get out her hair I say congratulations your old lady renovated You niggas lazy my boy why you hatin' my guy You bought her Commes des Garons She come and play with your heart I'm far from a popular artist one of the hardest no lesser And I saw your woman I call her low like a Cardigan sweater Call her whatever you want I got my revenue up In Beverly Hills my ceilings like the Beverly brothers Since day one Folarin been the same one I came up in them go-gos most of them was afraid of Now kill mo' say that now kill mo' say that But when your wheel is a fortune you ne'er gotta say jack Don't be talking too much these niggas copy too much These niggas cardio crazy chasing clout must be tough Fuck it I wrote me a dozen niggas got me fucked up I raise my hands and raise your family's casualties up I'm faded I'm playing These niggas don't be no gangster they be paying it Extortion ain't dead it just moved to the county Shoot them out the S-class I guess you won't see the problem I know every who and who and every who that I'm around And what you call a piece of mind I call a picture for a bounty Hold up yeah I'm in my luggage in my luggage hold up boy I'm on the runway like I'm Duckie hold up Prolific really be living my lyrics So tell me who did it this big and who ain't 'bout to slow up My boy my boy my boy my boy My boy my boy my boy my boy my boy my boy my boy Who gon' bring my crown to me yeah And who won' try to fuck with me ay Faded off the brown brown she can't get enough of me ay I don't play around round ain't got that type of luxury yeah Bitches going down it ain't no catching up to me Yeah stepped in the building with my vibe on a million Slide on the beat like my God I'm so brilliant All other rappers put your pride to the side Try collide with the squad turn your mob into corn on the cob You's a fraud you's a thorn in my side I'm a knife in your back I'm that turn of the knob On the door when the boy from the corner come rob you And tie you up to something now stop with all that frontin' That big money talk should be reserved for those that got it But when you really got it you ain't pressed to talk about it That's why I hear that capping on your raps and highly doubt it The game too crowded I'm 'bout to get all the way the fuck up out it No ifs ands or buts about it 30 mill' on a deal depending on how the tour was routed I seen your watch when you first dropped that shit was clouded Which means you used to fugazi shit Fake it 'till you make it-type I shoot through you crazy with Hollow tips no holler backs just hotter raps I gotta black to make sure every dirty dollar stacked Y'all aiming for the stars bitch I'm aiming at your Starter cap Run nigga run like a fucking black quarterback uh Stereotypical but to hear me is pivotal I will bury you niggas and come and air out your funeral Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals IVs IVs it's the reason why nobody try me try me Have a nigga screaming Lord why me Why me Cole did me grimy he took it too far he treat them bullets like they Siamese Back to back I clap like that's a wrap But no video shoots just hoodies and boots Puttin' your troops in pine boxes I blew a million on white tees and Calvin Klein boxers This nigga silly My boy my boy my boy my boy My boy my boy my boy my boy My boy my boy my boy my boy My boy my boy my boy say word Who gon' bring the crown And who won' try to fuck with me Faded off the brown she can't get enough of me I don't play around don't got that type of luxury Bitches going down a body catching up to me Who gon' bring my crown to me And who won' try to fuck with me Faded off the brown she can't get enough of me I don't play around ain't got that type of luxury Bitches going down it ain't catching up to me Who gon' bring my crown And who won' try to fuck with me Faded off the brown and she can't get enough of me I don't play around ain't got that type of luxury Bitches going down it ain't catching up to me Who gon' bring my crown And who won' try to fuck with me Faded off the brown and she can't get enough of me I don't play around ain't got that type of luxury Bitches going down it ain't catching up to me