7 Minute Drill

歌手: J. Cole • 专辑:Might Delete Later • 发布时间:2024-04-05
作词 : J. Cole
 作曲 : J. Cole
 编曲 : T-Minus/Conductor Williams/Al Hug & Elyas
 Yeah
 Turn it up
 Yeah, turn the vocal up
 Uh

 Light work like it's PWC
 It's a cold world, keep the heat under your seat
 I got a phone call, they say that somebody dissin'
 You want some attention, it come with extensions
 My dog like, "Say the word," he on bullshit, he itchin'
 Done put in so much work in these streets, he got pension
 I told him chill out, how I look havin' henchman?
 If shots get to poppin', I'm the one doin' the clenchin'

 I came up in the 'Ville, so I'm good when it's tension
 He still doin' shows, but fell off like the Simpsons
 Your first shit was classic, your last shit was tragic
 Your second shit put niggas to sleep, but they gassed it
 Your third shit was massive and that was your prime
 I was trailin' right behind and I just now hit mine
 Now I'm front of the line with a comfortable lead
 How ironic, soon as I got it, now he want somethin' with me
 Well, he caught me at the perfect time, jump up and see
 Boy, I got here off of bars, not no controversy
 Funny thing about it, b***h, I don't even want the prestige
 **** the Grammys 'cause them crackers ain't never done nothin' for me, ho
 Slugs took my nigga's soul, drugs took another one
 The rap beef ain't realer than the shit I seen in Cumberland
 He averagin' one hot verse like every thirty months or somethin'
 If he wasn't dissin', then we wouldn't be discussin' him
 Lord, don't make me have to smoke this nigga 'cause I **** with him
 But push come to shove, on this mic, I will humble him
 I'm Nino with this thing, this that New Jack City meme
 Yeah, I'm aimin' at G-Money, cryin' tears before I bust at him

 Light work like it's PWC
 It's a cold world, keep the heat under your seat
 I got a phone call, they say that somebody dissin'
 You want some attention, it come with extensions
 My dog like, "Say the word," he on bullshit, he itchin'
 Done put in so much work in these streets, he got pension
 I told him chill out, how I look havin' henchman?
 If shots get to poppin', I'm the one doin' the— (Conductor, conductor, conductor)

 I got mixed feelings 'bout these ****in' rap niggas
 It's over for that cap, we official cap peelers
 Two-six, we don't at niggas, we get at niggas
 Shoot a nigga lights out, yeah, my dogs stat fillers
 Stat stuffers, triple-double, get your ass black duffled
 Body bag, body bag, body bag
 Cole World your instructor for pilates class
 Get a nigga stretched if I feel the disrespect, uh
 Your arms might be too short to box with the god
 Who live his life without the pressures of a constant facade
 I pray for peace, but if a nigga cease these positive vibes
 A Falcon 9 inside my pocket, b***h, this rocket gon' fly
 Now it's poppin' outside like the top of July
 My text flooded with the hunger for a toxic reply
 I'm hesitant, I love my brother, but I'm not gonna lie
 I'm powered up for real, that shit would feel like swattin' a fly
 Four albums in twelve years, nigga, I can divide
 Shit, if this is what you want, I'm indulgin' in violence
 Put pictures in my home, aim the chrome at your eyelids
 Fly pebbles at your dome, we the Stone Temple Pilots
 This is merely a warning shot to back niggas down
 Back in the town where they whippin' work and traffickin' pounds
 My jack jumpin' 'bout a rapper makin' blasphemous sounds
 Switchin' sides like the tassel on the cap and the gown
 I'm fully loaded, nigga, I can drop two classics right now

 Hah, let me chill out, man (Conductor)
 The Fall Off on the way, nigga
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