Still Tippin' (Live) - J. Cole
Ugh woke up this morning and wondered
"Hey should I get fresh or should I keep it humble"
My closet like Dover Street used to be bummin'
Some days I'm still bummin' the difference is now it's by choice
Got dressed and peeped out the window these lil' n***as different
They don't play Nintendo they play with extendos
I hope you can limbo
That chopper gon' spin you around like a judge on The Voice
I'm from a city where most n***as never get lucky enough
To see somethin' outside county limits
I ran up the digits I don't have no muh'f**kin' business
Complainin' about nothin'
Ain't got no time or no patience for lists they be makin'
Or who they debatin' is better
Let's face it he one of the greatest
No Bill Cosby s**t but if n***as is sleepin' then f**k 'em
Most n***as don't understand me
I don't do the GRAMMYs I be in my jammies on sofa
Most n***as don't understand me
Ferrari or Camry I bet I look good in 'em both
Most n***as don't even get this
Cole how you on top but you don't got no b***hes
I know
Most n***as don't even get this
If given the chance they trade family for riches I know
Look at my ceilin' it's endless
I'm sick and these b***h n***as feelin' the symptoms
It ain't enough vitamin C in they system to get rid of me
I'ma kill em relentless
On top but I sound like I'm still in the trenches
I come from the 'Ville I turn villains to victims
Reach and see"R.I.P" fill up your mentions
A message for n***as that's feelin' ambitious
How come a n***a still ain't hit his prime
Ahh you b***h Off-Season comin' May 14th
F**k all y'all n***as it's over for you
