J. Cole Crocodile Tearz Lyrics
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Yeah
Turn it all up
Powered up
I’m powered up
I’m powered up
I’m powered up
It’s powered up
Yeah, said I was finished but I’m on another two summers
Hall of famer, hungrier than all the newcomers
N*** swear they compare, but the truth humble
They get fucked one twelve, you couldn’t do numbers
Hey, tell the label I got A’s all throughout math
That mean I’m keen on the numbers and I count fast
You know it’s money that you owe me, n*** phony
And I’m Joaquin Phoenix, walk the line, I’m about cash
Benjamin Button gettin’ younger as the hours pass
Should do the Freshman cover twice, I’m never outclassed
It’s not a rap n** breathin’ that could outlast
The Fall Off is like Hov droppin’ Reasonable Doubt last
We from the South where we learn all about stashin’
Where n*** prone to shoot first and run they mouth last
And if you run your mouth, bitch, you goin’ out sad
Whole clique gettin’ slid on, you a mouse pad
I’m the one that n*** fear on the lowski
Heard ’em talkin’ like we peers but they grossly
Mistaken and it’s blatant
Crocodile tears, n*** know I’m on a tier that they don’t see
My dogs only shed tears in emojis
We in another hemisphere splittin’ proceeds
How dare a n** rub his hands on this trophy?
I vividly remember who was there
N*** hit my line when they want somethin’
That’s a dub, it ain’t love if it cost somethin’
N*** hit my phone up when they need somethin’
I can’t recall a time when you gave me somethin’
Chopped off the top, n**, I achieved somethin’
Drop down, bitch, let me see somethin’
N*** hit my phone up when they need somethin’
I can’t recall a time when you gave me somethin’
March 16 in the fuckin’ teen summit
The boys kiss ring when they see the king come in
They know I run things like the police comin’
Yes, sir, it’s me, not two, not three
The uno, G-O-A-T, I need my fee, fuck kudos
G4 at least, these flights ain’t cheap as you know
They sound faded, they downgraded, they Pluto
I’m bigger than Mars, this n** a star, I’m Bruno
I’m the one they call when they want a song to a funeral
Can’t fuck with broads, what y’all n*** on? Hoes Communal
I’m sendin’ flawed n*** to the Lord, hm
And you know it
Two six, truth spit, I’m a poet
I move slick on ’em so they got no clue where I be, uh
Do it look like I fool with IG, bitch?
She got too many followers
Word ’round the Ville, she a real deal swallower
N*** bite their hands, so my heart turn hollower
Talkin’ bout “Holla,” nah, n**, I ain’t callin’ ya
N*** hit my line when they want somethin’
That’s a dub, that ain’t love if it cost somethin’
N*** hit my phone up when they need somethin’
I can’t recall a time when you gave me somethin’
Chopped off the top, n**, I achieved somethin’
Drop down, bitch, let me see somethin’
N*** hit my phone up when they need somethin’
I can’t recall a time when you gave me somethin’