Poor Thang

Poor Thang - J. Cole

Lyrics by：Steve Bilodeau/Jermaine Cole/Damon Coleman/Tyler Williams/Michael Holmes/Kelvin Wooten/Bunny Sigler/Phillip Hurtt/Jeremy Allen/Torence Hatch/M. Roach

Composed by：Steve Bilodeau/Jermaine Cole/Damon Coleman/Tyler Williams/Michael Holmes/Kelvin Wooten/Bunny Sigler/Phillip Hurtt/Jeremy Allen/Torence Hatch/M. Roach

Produced by：J. Cole

Poor thang young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love but he only made more pain

Poor thang young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love but he only made more pain

Picture my soul climbin' out of infinite holes

Where niggas die over pride and live for the dough

If I survive then I strive to hit with the flow

Hopin' these waves will pay but the ripple is slow

And I'm conflicted with no digits to show

But fantasies of frivolous hoes grippin' this pole

The temperature's low

But you know that ain't stoppin' lil' nigga for slidin'

Like the tires on the whip in the snow

This is for sure I'm tip-toein' around the abyss with sticks blowin'

Piss poor with intentions to glimpse

The wrist glowin' face tits for rent owing

Fist clenched when niggas diss but since knowin'

Lives expire when niggas pride gets higher

And the vocal range aside but rise vocal chain uh

My road to fame is right with spikes and broken lanes

And tolls I can't afford but I won't complain

I know the more I gotta struggle is the more I gain

Post-traumatic-stress on an immature brain

Leaves another corpse young pup playin' war games

Now he's handcuffed old lady sayin "Poor thang"

Poor thang young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love but he only made more pain

Poor thang young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love but he only made more pain

You wanna snitch?

You wanna run your mouth?

You want some gang to stretch you all over your house?

We'll set this bitch off set this bitch off

We'll set this bitch off set this bitch off

You wanna-

Here go a song that gives a shit off put my stunt on

This nigga back home been talkin' slick and I done heard him

You get your name goin' niggas like that gon' throw they dirt on

You make you some calls niggas gon' act like you ain't earn 'em

He talk like he live but I remember him from High School

Man deep down inside know he a bitch I wanna hurt him

I know that's my pride I carry it just like a burden

When egos is flarin' beware that's when they close the curtain

It's when they close the curtain

Put your hands up

It's when they close the curtain

You pull out a gun nigga?

It's when they close the curtain

You pull out a gun nigga?

It's when they close the curtain

Yo yo chill chill you gon' shoot me?

Don't pull out no pistol run me my fade

Come get your issue no one gets sprayed

Win or you lose get to fight another day

And if I take an L I won't feel no way

Plenty nights a nigga didn't eat punk bitch

Rent owed damn near was on the street punk bitch

Weren't no Western Union so you were not needed punk bitch

All of the sudden now I'm buzzin' oh now it's beef punk bitch

Gonna pop off get fucked by your mystique punk bitch

I knew you way before you was actin' street punk bitch

Started rollin' with niggas that's packin' heat punk bitch

You more like me than them niggas you still a geek punk bitch

You can't hide it with tattoos on your physique punk bitch

And that lingo you added ain't how you speak punk bitch

And you grew up with both your parents to teach punk bitch

So how the fuck all of the sudden you turnin' G?

Punk bitch

You a slave to the peer pressure you weak punk bitch

You ain't claimin' no real section your street weren't lit

Man your shit look like mine with hella tree trunks bitch

Move to Forest Hill Drive and it was peace for a bit

'Til domestic turned violent then a key just switched

In the back of my mind I gotta be somethin' bitch

That's when I started rhymin' and makin' beats son of' bitch

Way before you was lyin' 'bout touchin' keys son' of bitch

Heard you say I ain't real that's your belief huh? Bitch

Well look I'm back in the 'Ville so we can see punk bitch

Gonna shoot me the fade when we meet punk bitch

And don't be bringin' no hammers nah don't cheat punk bitch

Nah don't cheat punk bitch

Tryna lean on that shit nigga I want my fuckin' head up

Punk bitch

Punk bitch

Poor thang young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love but he only made more pain

Poor thang young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love but he only made more pain

Don't pull out no pistol run me my fade

Come get your issue no one gets sprayed

Win or you lose get to fight another day

And if I take an L I won't feel no way

'Cause I do lots of things

Hey what's up?

Hey what's up

Hey what's up?

Yo what's good?

Hey

Hey what's up?

What's up how you been?

Nah fuck

Your call has been forwarded to voicemail

The person you're trying to reach-

Fuck