• Title:7 Minute Drill (Explicit)
  • Artist:J. Cole
  • Album:Might Delete Later (Explicit)
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    7 Minute Drill (Explicit) - J. Cole
    Lyrics by:J. Cole
    Composed by:J. Cole
    Produced by:T-Minus/Conductor Williams

    Turn it up
    Yeah turn the vocal up
    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 ******** 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 **** was classic your last **** was tragic
    Your second **** put niggas to sleep but they gassed it
    Your third **** 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 ***** 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 d**gs took another one
    The rap beef ain't realer than the **** I seen in Cumberland
    He averagin' one hard 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
    If shots get to poppin' I'm the one doin' the
    Conductor conductor conductor
    I got mixed feelings 'bout these ******* 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 a*s 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 ***** 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 **** would feel like swattin' a fly
    Four albums in twelve years nigga I can divide
    **** 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
    The Fall Off on the way nigga