Gun shots in the air but i aint scared for my life 

Lean nd walk ft shawnkeepshootin

What Would You Do  ?

(intro) , lil bitch, money don't chase nobody. 
You want it? better get up and take it.)
it.)
Mobbin’ out the D, whole clique in the ghost car, 
Parcels out the crib, 
that fast money take it so far. 
Drum on the stick, opp ghosted on sight,
Hellcat screamin’, AMG flyin’ through the 6 mile 
Spin through the East, got the city on watch, drum on the glock,
 every corner get locked. 
 
Shadows duck smoke,
they don’t mess with the fam,
Bitches on the floor, throwin’ cash while I stand.
Chrome on my neck, but the steel got weight, 
Richard Mille dumb silly, can’t copy the face. 
Everybody know who run this bitch, 
Plays in the back, yeah we own this city.
Ghost chain heavy, came straight from the docks, 
Bust down receipts, yeah the proof in the box. 
Hundred grand flex,
Detroit no michi, gangu to mobbin’ 
Doa kara bag, subete o shoppin’ 
Switch tsuita Glock, opp wa mou down 
Ubau kuruma, Hellcat, AMG town
Block mawashi, engine wa meirei 
Opps wa kowagatte, kesshite korei 
Bitch tachi odoru, ashi wa full throttle 
Ore-ra no crew, subete motto motto
On Detroit streets, mobbin’ with my gang,
Bags out the door, turn cash into slang.
Switchs on the drum, opps drop where they stand,
ghost Hellcats,  ghost AMGs in my lot.
We spin the block, engines roar like commandos,
Opps don’t test us, they scared of the clan.
Bitches shaking ass, throttle to the floor,
My crew gets it all — and then we want more.

GHOST CAR

Closer Than Close

Born Sinner

Trouble

Land Of The Snakes

LYRICS:

And She didn’t know how to tell him
She was In love with a Rasta Man
Fire was burning and Burning
To let out what she was holding In

I know her story before she say it
Daddy just want her Co-operate
Find somebody that’s corporate 
Suit and Tie more appropriate
Him say him naa make him daughter stray
But reggae music she start fi play it
Ital food when she sort her plate
Militant yute wah she want fi date
And that is what she need
Marcus Garvey she start fi read
Hair stop comb and it start look neat
SO him want keep her off the street from who she with
And that be me
More than a natty head is what she see
NO lovers leap is not for me
And she nuh waa keep it a secret but she cant tell him who she sleep with


And she wants to be free 
From all this captivity 
So she’ll be who she will be
They cant tell her who she need
They cant tell her who she want  who she can’t
She talk her owner chant chart her owner path 
And follow her owner heart
Call me over her own apartment
Now as I answer the phone that’s the tone she start with
She know say she don’t fi part with 
One Like I even though so much impart it
So she haffi do her owner thing
Cause she can never live life for them
Knowing that she would look back when
To the time weh she couldn’t explain to him cause then

Rasta Love ft. Ky-mani Marley

I appreciate you giving me the time I needed to grow, experiment, and find the direction for my 2nd album.. And I have.
Along the way I’ve recorded at least 4 albums worth of material, lots of it being unfinished demo versions waiting to be polished up, some of them are great songs and important stories that just won’t make the album (either they don’t fit Sonically, don’t fit Theme, or there’s just not enough space) .

Tonight, I want to give you a few of these songs because you deserve them. It’s hard as fuck for me to keep all this music from you for so long, so I know it’s been hard for you to wait. Thank you for your patience. Vibe out to these songs in their raw form, no polish.. just a lot of my soul..

The wait is over.

Truly Yours,

Born Sinner

Trouble

J. Cole

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