“The mind state of a winner
When you thinkin bout summertime, I’m thinkin bout the winter
When you thinkin bout breakfast I’m heatin’ up my dinner
I was plotting this moment back when y’all was riding spinners
Now I’m a menace. God as my witness, with this pen I’m insane, yup
Hungry like the nigga who ain’t got the taste of fame yet
Cloud told me “Ain’t you Roc? Well? Where the fuck your chain at?”
Guess it’s somethin like your girl, it ain’t came yet
The man make the chain, chain don’t make the man
How many niggas do we know with hella ice but yet they lame
The cloth from which we came, me and them is not the same
Like we all headed to Spain, they took the boat I took the plane.
Dang that boy sick, now hoes on his joystick
Heatin up like May weather dog, I’m on that Floyd shit
Boy stick to ya day job, said you was hot but they lied
Is that ya girl? Well I just Jeter (g’d her), no A-Rod."
J. Cole - Who Dat
1 comments:
Damn, This was a HOT one, love the last line lol
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