J. Cole
KOD (Freestyle)
Verse:
I don’t need no one to put me on
I don’t need no one to keep going
I got the drive the whole journey long
You stop at the service like everyone
Look, I don’t need no one to do nothin
I’m on a mission to prove something
I’m tryna get on another level boy you need to get up and do something
Look, I don’t need no one at all
I do it my own
I’m grinding til Forbes
Denying your calls
We don’t need to talk
And shit if we do there best be a cost
Look, talk isn’t cheap
Goat isn’t sheep
God isn’t man
You isn’t me
Feb isn’t JAN
March doesn’t leap
I do not stand, I’m out of league
Look, I don’t need no one to do nothing
I’m on a mission to prove something
You treading on ice and that’s cool runnings
I do not beef cause that proves nothing
I’m on my way to the money
Away from fuck shit, aroma was funny
I came from the dirt now my trousers are muddy
Squinting my eyes cause my future is sunny
I don’t need no one to tell me shit
Bread over beef that’s that deli shit
I make it rain that confetti shit
While she pick it up that’s some heavy shit
I don’t need no one to prove me right
And I won’t be here to be proven wrong
Thing about life is it moves along
And you do it right or get left alone
I got 7 inches of pipeline, tell her call her friend for a life line
I just manage from the sideline
While them bitches playing in the white lines
I caught the wind I’m on kite time
I could hang myself from the skyline
Boy I’m years ahead I’m on my time and the future coming like a high tide
You gonna run away, but i built some shit to ride the wave in the time of day
You were sleeping I was wide awake
Blowing up like a china lake
I don’t need no one like ice when it’s snowing
They blow their nose with the money your blowing
Hard and too far only places I’m going
Rocks on my neck all my diamonds Samoan
Sike, I don’t rock shit
Got the keys locksmith
Plane tee, cock pit
At your throat locket
Got the bars locked in
Every tape drops hit
Playing With Fire hot shit
Reloaded full clip
Part 2, part 2
Drawing from my life cartoon
Staying on point harpoon
Say I’m thirsty she a lagoon
Said you pay attention once due
But I guess you lie like after June
Kill the beat and put it in the tomb
Post mortem PM afternoon
Singing to the universe in tune
Ego like a bulletproof balloon
Tell the sandman I’m a fucking dune
Tell her Friend I wanna fuck her too
I hop in the booth in beast mode
Got no game I got the cheat code
She hop on skrt off like speed boat
Made her journey better Heathrow
Told myself I won’t let you die unless you a legend when it’s time to go
All this shit was written Vince Russo
I can see the future from Pluto
I woke up from a Koma with a Boner
And a head full of ideas, then we bring heat boy degrees
And we got diplomas
I won the race I’m just lapping man
Nothing cooler than my biggest fan
I’m so creative that I swear I could make a bigger bang
Like the Taliban
Oooh, I clean my mess up with rags to riches
I bag your misses
Don’t buy her bag
I buy her flag in which she can wave you away from a distance I’m out