[LYRICS] 95 South Lyrics By J. Cole


[LYRICS] 95 South Lyrics By J. Cole

J. Cole Lyrics

Here is the most accurate lyrics to 95 South by J Cole, read the lyrics in a few scrolls and sing along. 95 South is the introductory track on J Cole's OFF SEASON album, 95 South was produced by Coleman, Boi-1Da and Maneesh.

[LYRICS] 95 South Lyrics By J Cole
J Cole


J. Cole - 95 South Lyrics

Killa, it's The Off-Season
Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fucking with my man
And don't check your watch, you know the time
Cole World, Killa Cam', niggas is fucking finished (Yeah)

Verse 1
This shit too easy for me now
Nigga, Cole been going plat' since back when CDs was around
What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fucking clowns
Look how everybody clapping when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'
If I'm betting on myself, then I completely double down
If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound
I be staying out the way, but if the beef do come around
Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now
Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown
Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we ducking down
So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud
I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref'
I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
And got they O's off, you reach, niggas upping like Steph
To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight
As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
Angels shedding tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton
Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten

They gon' forever fatten
See, we tried to tell niggas
They act like they don't even fucking speak English

Verse 2
Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal
I'm sending 'em straight to meet the
The nigga that made them, peep the reaper
Creeping on ya, the scent of failure reeking on ya
Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleeding on yourself
Fucking with Cole is bold, but it's impeding on your health
All yo' niggas eating off your wealth
All my niggas feeding all they selves, and it feels swell
Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill 12 (Uh)
'Cause they steady harassing
We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion
My young niggas nutty, they blasting
Bullets be humming like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashing
All over the driveway, y'all talking all sideways
Shots popping off, y'all laid down
Cops chalking off y'all legs now
(Shit) God watching, "Hey, Yahweh"
My niggas looked up to the sky like we sending 'em y'all way (Y'all way)
We sending 'em y'all way (Y'all way)

That's what the fuck I'm talking 'bout
Y'all see what the fuck going on out here (Killa, Harlem)
I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club

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