Album Name

The Off-Season

Artist

J. Cole

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2021.05.14

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Killa it's The Off-Season
Let's keep it tall
y'all ain't fuckin' with my man
And don't check your watch
you know the time
Cole World Killa Cam'
niggas is fuckin' finished Yeah
This shit too easy for me now
Nigga Cole been goin' plat'
since back
when CDs was around
What you sold I tripled that
I can't believe
these fuckin' clowns
Look how everybody clappin'
when your thirty-song album
do a measly hundred thou'
If I'm bettin' on myself
then I'll completely double down
If you hated on a nigga
please don't greet me
with a pound
I be stayin' out the way
but if the beef do come around
Could put a M right
on your head
you Luigi brother now
Trace my steps all in this game
you could see we cover ground
Back and forth from
NC to New York
when Jeezy had the crown
Vivid memories
niggas start to squeeze
we duckin' down
So many shells left on the ground
it make the Easter Bunny proud
I get up dust my clothes off
sleep is the cousin of death
No plans to doze off the streets
it don't come with a ref'
I never sold soft
just creeped
where the hustlers crept
And got they O's off
you reach niggas
uppin' like Steph
To blow your nose off
gesundheit and then resume flight
As if it never happened
shit we witnessed full
of so much sickness
Angels sheddin' tears
in Heaven word to Eric Clapton
Off this clever rappin' bitch
my pockets gon' forever fatten
They gon' forever fatten
See we tried to tell niggas
They act like they
don't even fuckin' speak English
Bitch my pen to the paper's lethal
I'm sendin' 'em straight
to meet the
The nigga that made them
peep the reaper
Creepin' on ya the scent
of failure reekin' on ya
Check your genitalia
pussy-niggas bleedin'
on yourself
Fuckin' with Cole is bold
but it's impedin' on your health
All yo' niggas eatin'
off your wealth
All my niggas feedin'
all they selves and it feels swell
Krispy Kreme dreams
sometime my dawgs
wanna kill twelve Uh
'Cause they steady harassin'
We seen dilemmas
like Nelly and Kelly that
end in the deadliest fashion
My young niggas nutty
they blastin'
Bullets be hummin'
like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies
Spaghetti-O splashin'
All over the driveway
y'all talkin' all sideways
Shots poppin' off y'all laid down
Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now
Shit God watchin'
Hey Yahweh
My niggas looked up
to the sky like we sendin'
'em y'all way
Y'all way
We sendin' 'em y'all way
Y'all way
That's what the fuck
I'm talkin' 'bout
Y'all see what the fuck
goin' on out here Killa Harlem
I-95 shit Carolina 2-6
stand up nigga
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Represent your shit
motherfucker
Represent your shit
motherfucker
Represent your clique
motherfucker
Represent your clique
motherfucker
If you scared to throw it up
get the fuck out the club
If you scared to throw it up
get the fuck out the club