Shook Ones(Freestyle) - J. Cole

Written by：J Cole

Yeah

Yeah look how I came up

Yeah

'Ey look how I came up nigga

'Ey look

Momma I came up cold as hell in New York but I flame up

Straight up out that dirty type of shit you cannot clean up

A dollar and a dream the only things I had to bring up

Now any nigga out there gunnin' for me gotta aim up

Say what niggas ask me what the 'ville be like

Just tell 'em that it's real hoping that they me feel me right

I'm so bright I close my eyes and I can still see light

I'm so live you motherf**kers gotta kill me twice

Man I promise I'm murdering classics paying my homage

The 15 th of the month and I'm just now paying Mohammed

Said the rent's due on the first

But he don't know the shit I been through and it hurts

Can't wait to blow yeah I think about heaven sometimes can't wait to go

If it's real will I even get in I ain't fo' sho'

Cause I've been sinning

Gettin' bent it's been a minute since I been

Up in a church

Only time is when my friend up in a hearse

Lord I'm praying for me my momma I just went up in her purse

Not to steal all I saw was some bills and not a dollar

In sight in time she'll live the more desirable life I'm chasing money

And dreams only god got the means to take 'em from me

I scheme while I'm ridin' through queens

I ain't no dummy a fayettenom repper 'til the day that I'm gone

Nigga get your weight up all the way up if you hatin' on me

Cause boy I might pray but ain't no preying on me

I'm hot like Satan just laying on me

So when you get to hell you can say you know me

I said I might pray but ain't no preying on me

So when you get to hell you can say you know me

Yeah what

Yeah

One shot y'all

Yeah

Hahah

Ain't a damn thing man

Hahahha