slow When we lived in the photograph There was nothing left To stem the overflow Fallen angels get torn apart I can take the pain but I cannot take it slow
figure if you owe them, better low then With po-po corruption on the phone double 1-9-1-87, with A couple of zeros I'm sittin' there makin' dollars Verse
(feat. Omen) [Verse 1: J. Cole] Yea, this is where the Yea, this is where the fathers ain't living At least not with us Might see em round the city and
more pretentious, the more apprehensive the sentence Hip-Hop made me, Hip-Hop praise me Ain't nothin' changed me since 1980 Involuntary catalepsy, BATTLE ME BABY!!! 1000 BARS NIGGA!!!, Zero
who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned 2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo' That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low
[Verse 1:] Attention all America! Here we come Without fear it's the, UMC's RNS kick the, reply to the man who said We couldn't do it ["Oooh, yeah! "]
