Praise god, its hard to stay spiritual,
How they got these niggas on the TV sellin miracles,
You mean to tell me everything gon’ be fine,
If I call your hotline, and pay $29.99? shit,
Well damn, Why aint you say so,
Take this shaking ass, Got to multiply all my pesos
And ill raise my number out the phones of these fake hoes,
Ill take her number just in case, but now its case closed,
To you niggas bitin my flows and my subject matter,
You’ll never be me partner, So it dont fuckin matter
You try to be and your career will see funerals,
Ay Be You, That what its sounds, Be-You-Tiful
Then maybe you can Blow Up,
Ay maybe you can Blow Up,
Shit, But, You Know what?
For now, Bitch im about to Blow up!
Today's verse of the day comes from J. Cole's new joint entitled "Blow Up" from his upcoming. The future of Hip Hop is here.
1 comments:
First few lines remind me of Rhymefest's "Prosperity"
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