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Pi (feat. Daylyt & Ab-Soul)
J. Cole
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Know what I'm sayin' Lights off, lights goin', know what I'm sayin'? Haha, uh So soulful, don't you agree? I do, yeah Is it a room full of, full of mirrors or a room full of Motown? I don't know Shoutout to Zordon, if you know, you know (She makes the rain fall from my eyes) Yo Ayy You know that I do belie— (Man) The criteria for this tier is just a open pride Hope and cries, but so can I I drop the unprovoken crimes Pray to the heaven, God, with no disguise We roll the dice and hope the soul unties Reap the fruit with no bow tie Sensitive Pisces, still thuggin', baby, ain't 'fraid to cry Skinny, biggy, lens is tinted, ain't got no lazy eye Heart of gold, almost sold it in Saudi Arabia Quill told me the clouds ain't real, God gotta paint the sky So I'm a student of Sophia Stewart, the Matrix ain't a lie Tainted Gods fall from the sky Tie in inception When you wake inside this dream, you a weapon Step in the cypher, know the beef real Your life at stake, ages with each meal Real estate of mind, you need equity? Let the beat build Poison in my cup, I need to refill I feel it in my gut, you niggas meek still I inherit the Earth Like three wise men pulled up to cherish my birth They placed me in a manger, wasn't that major at first But what a mess I'll leave, I'm the savior at work I ain't sayin' I'm Jesus Got the job of the messiah, Ty and Joe, we block all devils Get y'all shovels, can ya dig it? We gon' riot if y'all pick it Sign of danger, oh, we anger from my past, can't get past that We the last batch and the cause installed, we got Black facts Grow a spinal cord or backtrack The homies call me Batman, I'm the African Ben Affleck Publishin' some other shit, like is something up with ASCAP? It's training day, don't get your ass capped Givenchy snapback with the rindstones, you ain't never had that Was at Saks Fifth with dough, that's a double entendre Everything I say is dope, is this a microphone or contra? Bands in my pocket See what they told Malcolm X to do with his hands? That shit was out of pocket Picked up shotguns that came in handy, wasn't no plan B Kid gone, who can **** with him? Knew them shots would muzzle him Knew the blocks would puzzle him Let' go stupid because of him Shells fallin' like Nephilim Gilgamesh, who can **** with him? (Perfect) Oh, y'all thought we was done wit' em? Huh Y'all must be stupid, we finna go dumb on 'em Just keep your ears open like Dumbo and them Good luck to them, it's up for them Piece of the pie edge, we gon' crumble 'em Three fourteen on the guy head when we rumble 'em Hahaha, on second thought, that's enough for them Nah, you gotta chill, bro (Hahaha) She makes a tear fall from my eye Ah, man, I wish it was the rain You gotta reach out to them She makes the rain fall from my eye Uh, prayer hands for the land where they sprayin' pellets And turning your mans to an angelic Being and freeing him from this crammed, hellish hole The weather's cold from jealous souls that fanned fellas I danced as well as Chris Breezy when the bullets start strayin' careless I won't let him Swiss cheese me, got plans that I can't fail at Seen plenty bodies trembling, resembling Cam Reddish So full of potential, but never given a real chance to develop My head envelops the pen, these ain't fan letters I craft His album dropped, it was trash I litter it like I can't spell it Is you a demon or is that demeanor for the 'Gram? Tell us They plead the fifth, I'm seeing hints of a trans fella In cancel culture's vicinity, he's no killer, trust me Beneath his chosen identity, there is still a pussy, period Blood spillin' monthly, rather weekly as a myriad of bodies drop Where bricks get karate chopped to maximize the dojo, comprende I wonder, will my friends make it past the pearly gates, so we could kick it But based on what their sins say, probably not Hit lick after lick like a lollipop You niggas take a lie detect', the polygraph'll probably pop You know my zone, I live here at the top Right now, I'm home alone, Macaulay cot I keep the shotty cocked in 'case somebody plot to rob me of this godly spot Jermaine monstrous Like that nigga off Jumanji, they know how he rock All these bodies I done caught, I should probably stop Nah, **** that, I willingly venture into a den full of lions On some kill or be sent to a funeral home facility To test my ability with this thrilling agenda But it's hard to meet my match when my raps ain't really that tender Since birth, the kid knew his worth Never wallowed in sorrow, the game he dispersed In these verses, bring a gillie potential, a milli' from pencils Never will my ability cripple Now please, hold your L like you guardin' Philly's young center Quick to leave a chick curved It's only one of me, but better slide six hers In my mobile device, you feel the motive in these quotables, right? Cole is the nicest, but ain't shit about these vocals polite Focusin' like bifocals while I'm walkin' on tightropes from a height You folks'll only get this scope from a flight How many "Verses Of The Year" this year is Cole gonna write? Uh You know that I do believe, she She makes a tear fall from my eye Falling, I You know that I do believe, she, I
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