J. Cole took DaBaby and Lute country asses to the bodega and got them right by ordering them a bacon, egg and cheese. You can’t get more New York than this.
You can't be everything to everybody /
I wanna be your lover, your best friend /
Your Batman, Spider-Man /
Fighter pilot shooting down your rivals and /
I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up /
I wanna be the one that feel you up /
On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up /
I wanna be the one to build you up /
A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah /
And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder /
And pull you under /
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I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant /
When you rich, people don't wanna correct you /
Say something crazy, they won't interject /
Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you /
Dangerous when it's nobody to check you /
I be havin' to check myself /
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And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah /
If I don't love you how I'm supposed to