J. Cole – Album of the Year (Freestyle) Lyrics

Not really This is not the eighties, don’t be silly Now we push pills and sell heroin to Billy Now Billy momma want the judge to pardon his addiction How many black addicts that got caught up in the system With no sob stories on your prime time television, I can smell a blatant contradiction Man, listen Don’t want to fuck up my vibe Let’s end it on a positive note, come see me live KOD, album of the year, undebatably My cadence be the greatest we’ve seen since the late MC who’s name was The Notorious Dreamville stacked like the Warriors Winning back to back Next up to bat… Read More

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