Judgement Day (Explicit)

Judgement Day (Explicit) - J. Cole

Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole/Andrew Wansel/Ronald "Flippa" Colson/Boris Karadimchev

Composed by：Jermaine Cole/Andrew Wansel/Ronald "Flippa" Colson/Boris Karadimchev

Produced by："Pop" Wansel/Ronald "Flip" Colson

Mm yeah yeah

This **** is crazy yeah

Let me get them vocals up a lil' bit yeah

Into a minute rider

She don't know a thing about her

Real more I'm thinking 'bout I

A lotta words a lotta words

As I observe around a curb

Thinking you can **** with Cole you got a lotta nerve

A lotta niggas out of luck a lotta niggas out of work

I got a story for you

Listen uh

If judgement day was one away how many of my niggas

Gonna die right here in front of me?

Tried to tell 'em put the gun away but he got

Vengeance on his mind judging' jury death sentence on his mind

Breath scented with cheap wine from the Quik

Stop 'cause he been up all the time

I ain't sure but I swear that he be cryin' when he by himself

Then get high as hell to take the pain away

And even when the sun shining he walk like

It's a rainy day

Hoodie up fantasies to shoot the whole city up

For what that ***** did to him

Gave the wettest P***y and the greatest head to him

Which in turn led to him locking her down

Jewels he be coppin' her now she rockin' it well

Raw doggy when he knockin' it down

Of course now she tellin' him that he got him

A child that's growin' in her

Slick ***** 'cause she be blowin' niggas from around the way still

Damn the ***** play ill

Can't turn a h*e into a housewife 'cause a bird don't stay still

I told that nigga years ago knowin' someday that the tears would flow

Now we here and wouldn't you know

He learned the baby ain't his the whole hood ****** the lady ain't his

To make it worse when he dropped the changer locks to the crib

She put bruises on her face and sent cops to the crib

Keyed his car slashed tires and ****

At his job screaming and crying she done got his a*s fired and ****

Now he can't make rent on the phone with his niggas talkin' 'bout

You remember that twenty dollars I lent?

Or we could wait from rock bottom and that's when the ***** sent

Her older brother and his niggas they was hard as cement

You put your hand on my sister nigga?

You ******* crazy?

Left my nigga leakin' thinking damn I wish they sprayed me

'Cause this life is a ******* *****

Now he on some other ****

On some if I got a night give a hug to my mother ****

I looked into his eyes saw the darkness that covered it

1987 Mel Gibson Danny Glover ****

Lethal weapon in his jeans heart filled with sorrow

He told me Cole you got twenty dollars that I could borrow?

I hit him with some bread and ask him where he was headin'

He said I'ma kill them ************* and repent before tomorrow

Say what?

I'ma kill them ************* and repent before tomorrow

Judgement Day

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