J. Cole — DJ Enuff Freestyle

[Verse 1: J. Cole] Fast lane, looking bad thang with them brains From the passenger side of the ride while I drive And I swerve, vision blurred, make it hard to observe Blame the liquor I absorb and plus I’m high as God Why is it Lord that I can’t seem to slow the whip down? The same boy standing up when them teachers told him sit down Look now, I done growed up and still don’t follow rules Carter blues, nigga hold up, y’all still don’t got a clue Yeah, all the cool niggas from high school that still ain’t doing shit ‘Member when y’all used to fuck niggas till they blue and shit? Now your ass broke as a joke and them niggas doing it Funny how the tables turned and life, nigga, you ruined it Three kids that never see they daddy ‘less he need a dollar from his baby mama And y’all still don’t wear a condom, is you stupid nigga? Falling in love with these hoes, is you Cupid nigga? You better learn ‘fore you burn boy, see me stay on top of my game, David Stern boy Did this dirt like worms, now my mom was more concerned with the future Y’all niggas stuck in neutral, this a city where police tryna shoot ya The army tryna recruit ya, I’m here to get ya higher baby so this here the booster I’m tryna be the king, this that Martin Luther Shit is crucial, now let me introduce ya to the real From the ‘Ville, still pourin' liquor ‘fore my niggas killed [Verse 2: XV] Look, it’s too bad that he’s too good Never giving up but it’s sad that you would My crew like a couple of clansmen, too hood And when it came to putting on Kansas, who would? Vizzy, no trying, couple figures on and I’m sitting on Bryants Game started buzzing so I’m sitting on hydrants Nah Joe, I’m highjack, you can call me a Somali pirate All black wallet, inside Irish, mean it’s all green Yeah, I’m mean with this fly shit, they buzzing like bees in a high nest Girls getting on they knees for your highness And I’m running these streets, no bright vest Stick to the paper, damn, I’m a fly catch I’m tryna live more, die less and if you tryna get yours, holla X, XV You should OD off of this rhyme ‘cause I’mma change minds like cold feet In store for a meal, groceries but they be like “We don’t normally come out at night mostly” Go and get your rosaries ‘cause I’m about kill this, no halo like Sony And if your girl a little horse like a pony, ahem, well of course, start pointing Fly Boy Club, well of course I’m soaring, always gonna Always be in the air like Jordan And they always gonna stare, just ignore ‘em Now you with the X man, I’mma call you Storm I’m touring her, under that hood and um it’s foreign up under that hood and um I feel like a dude this cool should feel so I guess I feel good and um XV, J.Cole, we in [Verse 3: J.Cole] Busting, I'm going off, sting like a bee, float like it's Noah's ark You know it's hard, flow is sharp like I'm blowing darts Niggas bear with me, these hoes out here looking like some spare kidneys They give it up, how gracious, ass outrageous Up in the club, you could spot her, a Dalmatian Said she found God but to me, she found Satan She only getting hotter, what's good with the Ramada Inn? Got a game tighter than them jeans her ass hiding in I got that D baby, ain't talking vitamins She said “That's cool nigga but can you buy the Benz?” She playing niggas like a violin, I hit that ass just a little more violent She hitting notes, then I'm ghost like it's Shaolin I'm on the prowl maybe soon I'll throw the towel in Until that day’s found, this is my playground [Verse 4: XV] Look, I’mma spit it from the top of the dome, don’t normally do this But I’m feeling real cool, I am ruthless, like Eazy-E was, I am toothless Like that one fiend was, I am killing shit like I never do this I never do this but I’m gonna spit it straight from the top oh And I know niggas done heard about Kansas but I’m about to do this motherfucker I done ran shit since ‘02 and I was like oh and y’all niggas don’t know I’m about to prove man what everything that I’m doing is about to do a movement X to the V, who you booing? Look, I don’t even do this normally but I’mma do this Accordingly, cordially, I am dope, yes dude I have never wrote this shit down in my head I have spoke shit you that never ever said ‘Cause I’m dope, y’all niggas dead, fresh, chill nigga, I am gonna get this X to the V, y’all niggas witness, I’m about to throw ‘em back, ruler this Y’all niggas doing this, y’all niggas know that I’m moving shit And if you don’t know it right now, google it, I’m about to be on every blog Doing shit, I’m about to do this shit like E told me do, look, look, I don’t know [Verse 5: J.Cole] What do I gotta do to prove to you I’m not the dude for you to just try to fool with? Niggas ain’t got a clue bitch, niggas wanna bullshit Don’t know that my crew thicker than these cute bitches, we normally knocking boots with Too slick to grip, my nigga should stop that That verse was so old that I done forgot that But now I come off the top with the hot raps Niggas know you better stop that Coming through, got the Glock cocked back Nigga I ain’t even got one Nigga, I’m aiming at your face with the shotgun Lyrically, spiritually Niggas tryna mirror me but I’m vampire and I’m so damn higher than the average nigga Can you get witcha ya? I just signed with Jigga, nigga how high you figure? Damn, I’m slipping up on my words but my verbs so sick that I never slip Niggas know uh-uh, please save me XV [Verse 6: XV] They be like Vizzy on some other shit, on his MCDs ‘cause they loving it Pockets fat like the Klumps in it, my flow is something sick, no asking Proactive couldn’t stop bumping it, nowadays I be on some other shit Ladies think I’m gone kinda like my upper lip, wrong Like a broken condom, pause, ‘cause Hoff go raw It’s something you really shouldn’t be fucking with Came through whipping, paint still dripping They say like Sheneneh, oh no you didn’t Know that one saying when your palm start itching? Well mine do some much, I had to start to wear mittens And you think that I’m kidding, if I don’t slow down They gon’ think that I’m driven, if I don’t go down, she gon’ think I hate fishing Chill for a minute and I was like listen, Vizzy, gettin’, gettin’, gettin’ Y’all motherfuckers know I’m about to spit it straight up off the top of the dome again How this nigga doing that? He be going in, I don’t even know shit I be just blowing shit, I don’t even smoke and shit, how you know this? By enrolling it, I don’t even know I got a backpack on If you see me, take a flick of me and you niggas gonna blow the shit ‘Cause you were pointing at me like he gonna blow and shit And them niggas be knowing it, if I be doing this shit all around the world and shit All around the globe with it, man y’all niggas spit it in, I just get it in Flow out here and manager from Switzerland, nigga from Kansas And y’all niggas whipping it, how you motherfuckers doing it?