J. Cole
VIII
4 inch heels strong
Got three kids
And they dad gone
Pills got the girl
The kill zone
Up in the club
But the kids home
Letting every n***a
Get they feel on
Dollars in the air
State fair
Climbing up a pole like stairs
Slide back down like square
She'on care
In order to use it
She need the music
Momma gave it to her
Her daddy abused it
Eyes wide shut
For the haters
No chaser
No ice
Turn out the lights
This is her life
She already promised
She won't tell nobody
Ain't even for the money
She love everybody
Don't Really like attention
Do it for favor
So even tho it's rains
She don't need ya paper
And that's fucked up
Her mood sucks
And my pockets low
Oh no
It's time to go
Take her to A
B with some friends
Let's see some magic
That all depends
If she want the D
In need for change
She like the ones
I see some 10s
Look at they ass
Really can't pass
What's all the fuss
Come roll with us
I want to touch
This is a rush
Really can't trust
But I need to bust
When I do
Gotta run
Back to getting rich
And please, no phone calls
Stay the fuck off my dick