Everybody Gotta Die - J. Cole
Yeah, we back Back in Muhammad crib nigga, top floor, the back room with just the one little small window nigga The light be coming through it in the morning, old ass walls and shit But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it Yeah I'm working, yeah I'm working nigga Look, it's the return of the Mr. burn suckers Not herpes infested, just perfectly blessed with A style that you can't F with, protection recommended 'Cause Cole the definition of weapon that can end it You know, mass destruction when I mash the button Now take your favorite major rapper, left them independent Crying in the corner cause I ain't into sorta Kinda, dissing niggas I'm borderline addicted to slaughter Line up niggas in order of who you think can really fuck with me most Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck then he ghost Ain't no need for discussion, if they weren't talking 'bout the bread these motherfuckers be toast Clap at the fake deep rappers, the OG gatekeep rappers, the would you take a break please rappers A bunch of words and ain't saying shit I hate these rappers Especially the amateur 8 week rappers Lil "whatever", just another short bus rapper Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers Get exposed standing next to 6"4 rappers The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork rappers Chosen by the white man you hipster rappers I reload the clip then I hit more rappers with that Straight shitting on these piss-poor rappers I'm back (laughs) Never knew a nigga that was better, revenue I'm good at getting cheddar Reminisce on days I didn't eat, if it's meant to be then it'll be If it's not then fuck it I will try, ain't no need to ask the Father why, no 'Cos one day everybody's gotta die, one day everybody's gotta die, oh One day everybody's gotta die, one day everybody's gotta die My nigga, my nigga
Artist: J. Cole
Title: Everybody Gotta Die