G.O.M.D (Explicit)

G.O.M.D. (Clean) - J. Cole

Lyrics by：Jonathan Sm

Composed by：Jonathan Sm

Produced by：J. Cole/J. Cole

Hollywood Cole

Go

Ay Hollywood

Ay Hollywood Cole

Go

You wanna know

Just where I'm at

Well let me tell you 'bout it

I put my city on the map

But let me tell you 'bout it

They tryna say I can't come back

Ay let me tell you 'bout it

Man f**k them niggas

I come back

Ay let me tell you 'bout it

I wanna tell you 'bout it

Hands up, everybody run

Cole outside

And he say he got a gun

Niggas like "man that's

What everybody say"

Go and pop the trunk

And everybody dead

Everybody scared of the ni**a

Aware that the ni**a is better

All my b**ches the pick of the litter

Never bitter

Niggas is faker than anime

Me I never hate,

Get cake like Anna Mae, woah

Eat the cake b**ch, eat the damn cake

F**k good ni**a we demand great

Order Domino's

And she take off all her clothes

Ni**a you know how it goes,

Make the pizza man wait

The best kept secret

Even Hov tried to keep it

And I leaked the damn tape

Rest in peace any ni**a want beef

Secret service couldn't keep the man safe

I said to the window,

To the wall

My ni**a ride when I call

Got b**ches all in my mind

F**k ni**a blocking my shine

I know the reason you feel the way

I know just who you wan' be

So everyday I thank the man upstairs

That I ain't you and you ain't me

Get off my dick, woah

(Get the f**k off my dick)

Get off my dick, woah

(Get the f**k off my dick ni**a)

Get off my dick, b**ch, woah

(Get the f**k off my dick)

Get off my dick, woah

Man f**k them niggas

I come home and I don't tell nobody

They gettin' temporary dough

And I don't tell nobody

Lord will you tell me if I changed,

I won't tell nobody

I wanna go back to Jermaine,

And I won't tell nobody

(This is the part that the thugs skip)

Young ni**a never had love

You know, foot massage, back rub sh*t

Blowing bubbles in the bathtub sh*t

That is until I met you

Together we done watch years go by

Seen a river of your tears go by

Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I

Tell them hoes come through

(The break up)

Get to know somebody

And you really learn a lot about 'em

When we long for you,

Start to doubt 'em

Tell yourself you better off without 'em

Then in time you

Will find can't walk without 'em

Can't talk without 'em,

Can't breath without 'em

Came here together,

You can't leave without 'em

So you walk back in,

Make a scene about 'em

On your Amerie

It's just 1 thing about 'em

It's called love

Niggas don't sing about it no more

Don't nobody sing about it no more

No more, no more

It's called love

Niggas don't sing about it no more

Don't nobody sing about it no more

Ni**a I don't sing about this sh*t

No more

But there a ni**a in the club singing

I said to the window,

To the wall

My ni**a ride when I call

Got b**ches all in my mind

F**k ni**a blocking my shine

I know the reason you feel the way

I know just who you wan' be

So everyday I thank the man upstairs

That I ain't you and you ain't me

Get off my dick

But every ni**a in the club singing

Singing this song yeah

Got all the b**ches

In the club singing

Singing this song yeah

And all they mamas

Let their kids sing it

Sing this song yeah

The baby mamas

And the mistresses

Singing this song yeah

Song yeah

Song yeah, song song yeah

(The make up)

This sh*t is retarded

Why every rich black ni**a

Gotta be famous

Why every broke black ni**a

Gotta be brainless

That's a stereotype

Driven by some people up

In Ariel Heights

Here's a scenario

Young Cole pockets

Is fat like lil Terrio

Dreamville, give us a year

We'll be on every show

Yeah f**k ni**a I'm very sure

F**k the rest I'm the best ni**a out

When I'm back home

I'm the best in the South

When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West

You can test, you can test,

I'mma stretch niggas out

Oooh I'mma stretch niggas out

That go for all y'all if I left niggas out

This sh*t for everbody on my testicles

Please make sure you

Put the rest in your mouth, ho