BRACKETS ((Explicit)) 2018 J. Cole
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Artis: J. Cole

Album: KOD

Waktu rilis: 20-04-2018

 

BRACKETS (Explicit) - J. Cole (J. 科尔)

Written by:J. Cole

Lotta sh*t happens like being in show business

A lot of sh*t happens like like

I make a lot of money you know

And I'm really happy about it

And I'm not bragging I just wanna say something

I make a so f**k it's ridiculous

 

But wait wait a minute wait a minute

 

Hey if my father was alive today I would go home and say

Dad I wanna tell you how much money I made

You know what he'd say

You's a lying motherf**ker

 

Jerome Lewis didn't make that much money

 

Come in here get your **s out the house

 

Coming here with that bullsh*t hah

 

N**gas hating on me I ain't used to that

 

Know a couple people wanna shoot for that

 

I say

No no no chill it ain't no need for that

 

Them n**gas tryna blow they don't need me for that

 

And if it work for them well sh*t I'm cool with that

 

'Cause how they feel I ain't got sh*t to do with that

 

I just sit back on cool and watch my paper stack

 

And trip off how much bread them crackers take from that

 

Whoa whoa whoa whoa yeah yeah yeah yeah

 

Whoa whoa whoa whoa yeah yeah yeah yeah

 

Whoa whoa whoa whoa yeah yeah yeah yeah

 

Whoa whoa whoa whoa yeah yeah yeah yeah

 

It's been a long time since I have felt this way

About something but now but now

 

I'm controlling my mind the days are warm

The nights are cold the lost is found I'm found

 

Lord knows I need something to fill this void

 

Lord knows I need something to fill this void

 

Lord knows I need something to fill this void

 

Lord knows I need something to fill this void

 

Hell yeah boy I'm a godd**n millionaire now

 

Hell yeah n**ga they can't tell me sh*t

Now bro hell no f**k that

 

B**ch got my first motherf**kin' million dollar check n**ga

I'm godd**n lit boy you crazy as hell

 

Hold up it's my phone real quick it's my Unc'

 

Uncle Sam and sh*t

 

What's up Unc'

 

Yup

 

Hey I told you that check was coming in I gotchu when it came in

Godd**n I'm a man of my word

Godd**n I told you I'ma have it

And godd**n I'ma have it for you

Hell sh*t d**n right

 

Now how much was it though

 

Uh huh

 

Huh

 

Half

 

Half n**ga

You crazy boy you crazy

 

B**ch you crazy as f**k

B**ch b**ch you better suck half my d**k

Yeah I pay taxes so much taxes sh*t don't make sense

Where do my dollars go

You see lately I ain't been convinced

I guess they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools

But my n**gas barely graduate they ain't got the tools

Maybe 'cause the tax dollars that I make sure I send

Get spent hirin' some teachers that don't look like them

And the curriculum be tricking them them dollars I spend

Got us learning about the heroes with the whitest of skin

One thing about the men that's controlling the pen

That write history they always seem to white out they sins

Maybe we'll never see a black man in the White House again

I'll write a check to the IRS my pockets get slim

D**n do I even have a say 'bout where it's goin'

 

Some older n**ga told me to start votin'

 

I said

Democracy is too f**kin' slow

If I'm givin' y'all this hard earned bread I wanna know

Better yet let me decide b**ch it's 2018

Let me pick the things I'm funding from an app on my screen

Better that than letting wack congressman I've never seen

Dictate where my money go straight into the palms of some Money hungry company

That make guns that circulate the country

And then wind up in my hood making bloody clothes

Stray bullet hit a young boy with a snotty nose

From the concrete he was prolly rose

Now his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his mother

He did good at the white man schools unlike his brother

Who was lost in the streets all day not using rubbers

So right now he got two on the way

Still sleep on covers in his mama house

She can't take this sh*t no more she want him out

On the morning of the funeral just as she's walking out

Wiping tears away grabbing her keys and sunglasses

She remember that she gotta file her taxes d**n

 

Whoa whoa whoa whoa yeah yeah yeah yeah

 

Whoa whoa whoa whoa yeah yeah yeah yeah

 

Whoa whoa whoa whoa yeah yeah yeah yeah

 

Whoa whoa whoa whoa yeah yeah yeah yeah

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