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J. Cole - Grew Up Fast (DOWNLOAD/LYRICS)

FOLLOW: @JColeFanatic DOWNLOAD: http://www.mediafire.com/?3i8c7a81jhi... Lyrics: [Verse 1] Nigga I grew up fast, then blew up fast, Money falling out my pockets, I got too much cash, Can't fit nothing in her pockets, she got too much ass Like, god damn, well if you must ask, We from the school of hard knocks, but your crew cut class, Half white but don't think I gotta Ku Klux past When I'm up in the V, police be fucking with me, No sir, no license, all I got here is this fucking degree, Move along cock-sucker, ain't got nothing to see, 'less you talking blockbuster, you niggas in not Russell You more Diggy, Me, I'm more Biggie No diss to the young boy, I'm just rapping, get bored quickly Just to make up for that line, invite him on tour with me Show him the game, let him finagle these whores with me Run through their doors with me, hit the Ritz Carlton for the night Leave 'em there two dykes, probably change a niggas life, right? Wattup Vanessa? I loved you that one semester Thanks to my profession I ball'd like uncle Festor Thinkin' about the board I used to have above the dresser Half the shit I wrote down. I did it, it's old now Got, new goals, plus my money on Manute Bol Funny how my old highs is suddenly my new lows Tired of every chick saying she models before she swallows So I only fuck with hat tricks, bitches with a few goals [Verse 2] Look, look Not even slightly interested in what ya opinion is I gotta greater purpose than a hater purpose Imma stack paper, hustle just to relax later Serve niggas and bring changes that's a waiter purpose Look how I made them nervous Niggas is shakin' I know they fakin' Ok, you a killer, right, And ms. Cleo's Jamaican, and Bob Marley is Haitian And me and Beyonce datin' and Jesus Christ be hatin But got mad love from Satan, for fucking Sanaa Lathan While Meagan Good is waitin' I'm the dead beat father of your little brother In other words, god damnit, I'm a bad mother fucker It's Cole, it's only right I brought back the soul Yall got way too electro, damn near techno Half-way homo, way too metro Hennessy XO, Cole flows best yo Style like Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row Learn something boy, grow your ass up Cheap nigga, if you was liquor, I'd probably throw your ass up Matter fact, if you was grass, I'd probably mow your ass up Last call for you old niggas gon' pour your last cup It's Cole!