Blow for Blow (feat. J. Cole) (Explicit)

Blow for Blow (feat. J. Cole) (Explicit) - Tee Grizzley/J. Cole

Lyrics by：Terry Wallace Sanchez/Jermaine Cole

Produced by：Pi'erre Bourne

Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here

Uh

Blow for blow Cole flow just prestigious

Sweats and tees no unnecessary accessories the GOAT just from features

Proceed with throat-cut procedures

He look rich but he broke just egregious

Don't trust rappers ho trust in Jesus

Whole team approach Costa Rica

And coast on boats gettin' throat from top models

They pop **** my clique pop bottles

I sip orange juice in the VIP watchin' the clock tick

Perform a couple of hits and then I dip

Six figures richer than when I entered

Cole world Mr. I Got a Temper

I stay hot doin' numbers like K-Pop

BTS in the flesh while they flop

And I laugh all the way to the Deutsche bank

Stay the **** out my lane avoid the paint

I'm really him Bruce Jenner boy just ain't

I'm boisterous loud boos for crews from mad voices

It's like your team's makin' the choice to take

L after L I got to laugh

Y'all look like James Todd Smith autograph

Maybe that's why your ***** dropped the math

Go against the squad and get chopped in half

Now who hot

Who not

Who

Tell me who flopped

Who sell out the tours

Me

Who rap with trap niggas that wet up your doors

Who go harder than them and never let off before

Me

Who got your w***e pokin' her head out the door

Gettin' paid every week like he did all his chores

Me

Life's a ***** I'm rich 'til I divorce

Yeah

If the **** go left I'm pullin' bread out the floor

GG

Okay chain nastier than cow manure bust down my shooter

Saw more wires than a bomb defuser

Take a jet to the jungle was healin' my soul

I done seen my niggas froze filled up with embalmin' fluid

I still did numbers in this game

I did

Only thing changed is the tail numbers on the plane

Jet

Retired d**g dealer bust chain watch plain

I don't do d**gs but baby I don't judge do your thing

That's all you

I'm a king you won't see me drop no tears

Uh-uh

Back-to-back white coupes ***** it's lookin' like veneers

White

Came in this game thinkin' niggas was my peers

**** damn near broke my heart

I ain't know they was that weird

Lame-a*s niggas

Niggas give you they word they be breakin' that so easily

Damn

Can't do that in streets 'cause eventually you seein' me

What's up

That's why I be in the crib gamin' on DND

'Cause you can't play with me

And I not let you see the beast in me

****