everybody dies
Singer:j. cole
the back room with just the one little small window
the light be comin' through it in the morning
but it's just like i remember
it's the return of the mr. burn suckers
just perfectly blessed with
a style that you can't f with
'cause cole the definition of a weapon that can end it
mass destruction when i mash the button
i take your favorite major rapper
'cause i ain't into sorta
i'm borderline addicted to slaughter
of who you think can really fuck with me most
then i tuck the heat close
if he don't duck then he ghost
ain't no need for discussion
if they weren't talking 'bout the bread
these motherfuckers be toast
clap at the fake deep rappers
the would-you-take-a-break-please rappers
bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit
especially the amateur eight week rappers
just another short bus rapper
fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers
get exposed standin' next to 6'4 rappers