Correction Lyrics Johnny P’s Caddy by J. Cole

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Yeah (You know?)
Tana Talk 4, n***a (This sh*t mean a lot to me, nah mean?)
Know this sh*t don't feel as good as it look (Big Griselda)
I'ma keep it real with you (Black Sopranos Family)
I'm straight, though (I'm good)
This street sh*t made me what I am today
(N***as know I went so hard for this sh*t I deserve this sh*t, n***a)
Argh, Butcher comin', n***a

This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches, more 'bout how I mastered physics (Uh-huh)
In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catchin' chickens (Yeah)
I was nice, but they was right when they told me that rap a business
I had ten bands in my stash when I pa**ed over half a million
Come easy? No good, don't be surprised I outlast these n***as
It's like they put out a smash then thеy gone in a flash, admit it
And then they makе tracks and diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (F**k you doin'?)
They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the b*t*hes
That was really me, n***a, I ain't have to act in Conflicted (Nah)
Only difference is I'm livin', and I would've whacked one of 'em n***as
Who knew that after drug dealin' I'd still be casual spending mil' plus?
Annual income, so here's my manual and then some
And this Eastside sh*t still in me
My ability to turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon' remember me (Let's talk)
Figure me, walk this tightrope with a feline's agility
The streets did so much sh*t to me, I can never live civilly
I can never leave the scene without checkin' my mirrors visually (Mm-hmm)
Come with that energy 'cause some sh*t gon' always stick with me
They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity"
They askin' "What work y'all n***as put in?", I'm like, "What didn't we?"
Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress
Illogical for them to feel they responsible for our success
Besides Con' and West, tell me, who else I gotta respect? (Who else?)
'Cause I'm kinda perplexed, it's 'bout time that I got my respect
It's the Butcher, n***a
Ah, let's go
'Bout time that I got my respect, it's the Butcher, n***a
Yeah, Cole f**kin' World
Griselda sh*t, you know what I mean? (Griselda)
You know what it is, n***a, when I show up
I'm on ten, n***a, not nine

On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin'
Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin'
The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions
Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin'
Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin'
But the guns and the drug bars that y'all rely on
Got these nerds thinkin' that you n***as hard as I am
But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin'
Stretchin' the truth, know I never stress in the booth
They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the ma**euse
Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records is proof
I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose
Cole World, the heat'll blast through your speaker
He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers
N***a want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper
I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature
I'm higher than n***as and don't need a bag full of reefer
Some see the gla** as empty, I see a gla** full of ether
Collectin' his bread en ma**e like he a Catholic preacher
Just to count a n***a cash, you might need a calculus teacher
Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity
Really, no MC equal, feel me?
Cole pen be lethal, crib like an old MTV show, uh
On God, the best rapper alive
Headshot, now go and ask the best rappers that died
They'll tell you he never lied, n***a
Yeah, Tana Talk

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