Mike Will Made-It, J. Cole - OFG!

Damn (I know, I know) T, T, T, T, T, T (nigga, I know, I'm just sayin') T, T, T, T, T (yeah, damn, I should've told him) T, T, T, T (EarDrummers) Yeah, I don't got no problems Only opportunities for growth (uh) Life is a what? Fuck her missionary, squeeze her throat (throat) I'm in the cut, cookin' up a hundred ki's of dope (dope, dope) On the wave, make the federales seize the boat T, T, shout to Lionel Messi, he's the G.O.A.T Only started watchin' weeks ago Why they never told me soccer was lit? Thought it was only for crackers and shit Taught me to dribble the rock and that's it Compared to what that boy Mbappé be gettin' These rappin' ass niggas is not even rich Why they don't put a lil' pitch in the hood? Why'd I go smash that lil' bitch in the wood? Why they tryna cancel a nigga like me? I would think they could see my intentions was good Been a long time since my mentions was good I need to catch up on Richard and Morty Last night, this hater tried walk in my section Low-key, I miss givin' dick to his shorty Don't blow it up, this is just a recording My mind's like a crime scene, and I'm just reporting Sometime I feel like ain't shit left to say When I'm ten projects in and now I'm over 40 Maybe I told every story Maybe they don't wanna hear me no more Fuck them lil' sympathy Grammys You niggas try hand me, bitch, don't even give me no 'ward Put me right back on that list that had Pac and Biggie Bob Marley, Snoop Dogg and The LOX And niggas like that who ain't never get props I'm watchin' this Vlad interview with Yung Joc He talkin', explainin' his fallout with Block Someone call my phone, so the video stops I let it ring out, dog, it don't make no sense I never pick up, can't these niggas take hints? Stop hittin' me please, I don't wanna be friends I barely hang out with the ones that I have Can't go to the club and chase bitches no more Once that went away, then what did we have? I don't want a record company staff I'm an artist, not a boss, you know People love to take the credits for wins Quick to blame you for the losses, though KG with the Boston trophies, screamin' "Anything is possible" Paul Pierce if you're talkin' though I'm all ears like I'm Ross Perot Please don't misconstrue that shit that I said Sometimes gettin' older's hard, you know? Still a rider when it comes to my dogs Fuck 'em all, we the Paw Patrol, Paw Patrol, ha Niggas fake ballin' like the Harlem Globe Trotters, talkin' dollars, stop it bro I done seen a lot of frauds before Sam Bankman-Fried, say I'm make believe Bet I want some bread, ham, egg and cheese Thought that was his bitch, can't wait to see He let her off the leash, she ran straight to me Wham-bam, thank you, man, take it ease' Niggas swear they hard, 'til the stick is in your yard Like a nigga damn rakin' leaves Everybody gang, man, take a seat Complicated daps I'm a grown man, ain't gon' be no secret handshakes with me How I look takin' time learnin' that shit? I promise there's way too much money to get I promise there's way too much money to get Only opportunities for growth Life is a what? Fuck her missionary, squeeze her throat I'm in the cut, cookin' up a hundred ki's of dope On the wave, make the federales seize the boat T, T, T, T (federales seize the boat) T, T, T, T T, T, T, T (Mike WiLL)