J. Cole — Tim Westwood Freestyle

[Verse 1] I'm try watch my mouth, I already know what it is Yeah the mental state of a young black genius conflicted The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive Money and clothes I done dreamed about And all the hoes that I thinked about Ey tell me am I wrong for visualizing material things I never had? Waving gats instead of flags, the American Dream Why do we cling to the villians? Knowing they killin’ My niggas high enough to swing from the ceiling Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook Filled with dreams, this is my hope book Still the screams from little girls shot and killed fill my head on the daily At times I question God can you blame me? They can’t tame me! My voice screech through the street I'm a beast on em! Oh no he will not fold, you will not see a crease on him! He will not slip or lose his grip, they got them cleats on him! But never will he run unless you call police on him [Verse 2] C.R.E.A.M get the money, dollar dollar billion Cash rule everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the money Everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the money dollar dollar Look hey I'mma kill the game and invite witnesses No death penalty, I'm giving life sentences Like keep grinding boy, your life can change in one year And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere Yeah, look here I pay dues My own worst enemy so fuck it either way I can't lose 808's so my south niggas feel me Light-skinned so the house niggas feel me She catch me creeping out your house she'll kill me Is it worth for what's under that blouse? My heart'll turn pitch black and cold if I split with my girl If I could gift-wrap the globe, I would give you the world But, do you love me like you used to? Even though I ain't that nigga that you're used to Remember back when I was broke, you would fix me Do you prefer the broke me or the rich me The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal And now I pay for everything, how you feel? Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him You gotta adapt though I'm never going back I said I'm never going back No! [Verse 3] Look kid, its raining outside boy F--- an umbrella, man they banging outside boy They guns'll dumbbell a nigga Tired of telling niggas that's deceased, rest in peace We tired of only having just a piece And f--- policing, they killing brothers what's the reason His daughter starving and she fucking freezing So no wonder why he fucking squeezing They out here bussin’ leavin’ niggas stuck and bleedin’ on the flo’ Bullets wet you like a semen on a ho Breathing slow man, I'm in hell One day you tryna make rent, next day you in jail Lord knows he meant well So I take the pencil and write like a pen pal Some shit that’s darker than the tints up on the windshield Welcome to Sinville where niggas on base Shit is looking like an infield High as a Sprint bill What you think, that's the reason why this ink in my pen kills Phoney niggas until they are extinct, boy I’ve been real Westwood I said I've been real