Letras
Cannot come after me
Always got a pen on me, yeah
They call me the battery
Yeah, yeah
When I'm with the gang, you cannot come after me
If we feel low, I always got a pen on me
Spin the block twice like I'm looking for double D
I'm not a trooper, they call me the battery
Yeah, yeah, battery
I take your life and your money, got racks on me
Don't fuck an old bitch, it's just an old factory
Fuck with my family, I wipe your history
Everyone in my gang got sticks
A car in my garage costs figures like six
A business plan with my Uncle Davis
That's how we keep buildin' them bricks
Shootin' my shot like I'm in the Knicks
Baby, I wanna feel both of your lips
I know you're a hoe, stop playin' your tricks
The city been in your mouth with their own dicks
Since I have started this shit, I've been countin' all of my days
I can't be like all workin' slaves
I need the money, the people who pay
I don't care what they say
Talk shit, you die next day
(you die the next day motherfucker)
Yeah, I'm hyped up now, but y'all just lame
I cannot be the only one who believes
Their dreams could ever come true
Others might say it's delusional
But delusion what makes the perfect view
To the path you've never been to
Don't hate life, just make it new
Make it new, let me be
J. Cole's life is part of me
Call monthly, break down me
Had a dream, school's not for me
Haters shoot, but can't see me
I can't say nothin' 'bout my
I don't really talk about dreams
'Less I'm drunk or on lean
'Cause what J. Cole said
They can shoot down your dreams
This got me sober, I can't let them know
My make-it-or-die plans
Life is like a basketball
Haters are guards, and shootin' till I win with my right hand
I'm gonna shoot it forever, I'm not lyin'