everybody dies

Singer:j. cole

yeah

we back

back in muhammad crib

nigga

top floor

the back room with just the one little small window

nigga

the light be comin' through it in the morning

old ass walls and shit

but it's just like i remember

just like i wanted it

yeah

i'm workin'

yeah

i'm workin'

nigga

look

it's the return of the mr. burn suckers

not herpes infested

just perfectly blessed with

a style that you can't f with

protection recommended

'cause cole the definition of a weapon that can end it

you know

mass destruction when i mash the button

i take your favorite major rapper

left him independent

crying in the corner

'cause i ain't into sorta

kinda

dissin' niggas

i'm borderline addicted to slaughter

line up niggas in order

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 og gatekeep rappers

the would-you-take-a-break-please rappers

bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit

i hate these rappers

especially the amateur eight week rappers

lil' whatever

just another short bus rapper

fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers

napoleon complex

you this tall rappers

get exposed standin' next to 6'4 rappers