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Pricey (Explicit) - J. Cole/Ari Lennox/Young Dro/Gucci Mane
Lyrics by：J. Cole
Composed by：J. Cole
Produced by：J. Cole/DZL/Wu10/Daoud/T-Minus
Reach my dog for his **** get dicey
Shinin' now you never seen a clique get icy
Watchin' my step tryna look just like me
Nigga you can try but this **** get pricey
Nigga you can try but this ****
Uh
Climbed up out the trenches as a shorty with intentions
To switch my whip as much as Rick and Morty switch dimensions
Never really known for dressin' gaudy ***** 'cause listen
Where I'm from the bullets feed the ones that's starvin' for attention
She say He hella smart I would've swore he went to Princeton
Not quite but it's the school of life that taught me death prevention
That's why I barely panic when the hammers they be blammin'
No mechanics but they snuck inside the party with wrenches
I think fast 'cause niggas that be tardy get detention
Your soul lookin' down over your body in suspension
The critics they be on me but they all be disingenuous
***** I came up 'round addiction seen like forty interventions
Your **** ain't addin' up know you a phoney checked your image
Rappin' tough but all them niggas in your audience is *******
And white boys mostly
Niggas know a verse from Cole be like a signed Michael Jordan rookie card in mint condition
The farthest thing from harbor **** be honest with me listen
You know if I want it I be John Gotti with the henchmen
Right
I mean it's simple math a bit of cash can get a nigga bag
But that don't make you big and bad just mean you rich and mad
Nigga your pillow soft so kill the boss talk
Me to you's a cyanide pill to a lil' cough drop
This the Ville filled of hard knocks they sellin' hard rock
More plugs than these niggas use to fill a bald spot
And kill 'em all and fill a morgue up
I got bars forever nigga never will a call drop
No hammer like a mall cop
Still the hardest nigga on the planet earth from January first until the ball drop
Yeah he climbed out the great Ville that's gangster
He missed meals to make mills that's gangster
Then came back and gave back that's gangster
Same chick from way back he's gangster
Nigga you can try
Uh just hit the paper and roll you a spliff I'm lit ***** I'm lit
Just like the Vegas strip blowin' through chips I'm rich ***** I'm rich
David Chapelle on his latest Netflix
Go 'head try to cancel my ****
I'll still be on stage with my hand on my d**k
Seventeen thousand all jammin' my hits
These are ridiculous times
Lately my biggest addiction been lookin' online
Where somebody's always offended I'm sick of this cryin'
Niggas is dyin' victims of time
Self-inflicted we sick in the mind
What's with the gossip
If you really handled your business
Then you wouldn't have so much interest in mines
Breakin' news I've officially entered my prime
Which is real interesting
This is the point where a rapper would typically start to decline
Somehow I climbed
Right when you thought I was fine we're runnin' a little behind
Nipsey was tryin' to tell you this a marathon
Only listen to Minister Farrakhan
Oh my God it just hit me it's terrifyin'
I'm a star like the **** on the sheriff sign
If time was really money
I could purchase like two thousand bricks with my spare time
All praises due to my God
Dark days is too far behind
I part ways with the struggle my hustle gon' always keep the squad paid
All labor no off days 'cause the money don't sleep
And due to the focus
I couldn't even go broke if I spend like five hundred a week
And talk is cheap I got a short receipt
Can tell by your heart you weak
One thing 'bout this money it's easy to get it
But trust me my nigga it's hard to keep
The trials and tribulations of creation
It's a quiet theme of those in dire need of elevation
One minute infatuation
Next minute hatin' every statement you makin'
Constant contemplation
Yearnin' for hooks uncanny search every nook and cranny for inspiration
Step outside for better ventilation
Smoke somethin' hope somethin' comes from the stimulation
Through it all stay patient
Get in tune with God
For when lightnin' strikes it's He who decides
We from a crueler side where the youth get euthanized
Small fries get suicide for movin' pies
All our blind eyes get turned from suit and ties
The truth it lies somewhere in the middle
Of half-a*s rappers and cap-a*s crackers on Capital Hill
Ain't no protection for hearts that get spilled
When sharin' with this world with art can get killed
Use your discretion
To believe or not to believe
That is the question
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