Letras: J. Cole. I'm Comin.

Yea, hey, hey,
Yea 1-2-1-2, hey
Uh, uh uh, yea, yea
(Hums)
Yea, look look

Fast lane, living bad thang,
Giving brain from the passenger side of the ride while I drive
And I swerve, vision blurred, make it hard to observe
Blame the liquor I absorb and plus I'm high as God
Why is it lord that I can't seem to slow the whip down?
The same boy standing up when them teachers told him sit down
Look now, I done growed up and still don't follow rules
Call those blues, nigga hold up ya'll still don't got a clue
All the cool niggas from high schools that still ain't doing shit
Remember when you used to fuck niggas up til' the blue and shit
Now ya ass broke as a joke and them niggas doing it
Funny how the tables turn in life nigga you ruined it
3 kids and never see they daddy unless he need a dollar from his baby mama
And you still don't wear a condom, is you stupid nigga?
Falling in love with these hoes, is you cupid nigga?
You better learn before you burn boy
See me stay on top of my game, David Stern boy
Did his dirt like worms but my mind was more concerned with the future
Ya'll niggas stuck in neutral
This the city where police trynna shoot you, the army trynna recruit you
I'm here to get you higher baby so this here's the booster
I'm trynna be the king nigga this that Martin Luther, shit is crucial
Now let me introduce you to the real from The Ville
Still pouring liquor for my niggas killed yea!