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stickz n stonez - j. cole lyrics

are you guys ready to party tonight?
are you sure?
yeah
i f*ck with your ass, okay
ladies and gentlemen
ladies and gentlemen
hunger
hunger
yeah
uh

they gotta hide their face
they was predictin’ a n*gga to fail, turns out that was not the case
i’m rockin’ a mask with lots in cash, i look like i robbed a bank
can’t even rob the bank that i use, my money is not with chase
foreign deposits safes, i’m writtin’ this sh*t on the private planes
sometimes i be flyin’ commercial still
these n*ggas get rich and become so detached
they usually start having that surface feel
not a subliminal, speakin’ in general, feelings get hurt when words get spilled
sticks and stones may break your bones, but sayin’ my name in a verse will k!ll
word to the wise, n*gga, we heard all them lies before
my number ones come from albums, there there’s burgers and fries to go
go against me, your odds is low
i don’t even got no opps for real, n*gga, just give me my props for real
i done did everything, i’m ’bout to chill
count the mills in cribs on top of hills
mad chips, cash rich, my stash thick, i’m dr phil
stash thick, i’m steve harvey, bad b*tch, two friends
hat trick caught three bodies, and tell ’em to go like the e*40, uh

n*ggas don’t want no smoke with me, i’m one of them ones
tip toein’ through the slums, duckin’ a hundred round drum
i take my lumps way out in cumberland, n*ggas ain’t know where i hunt
sh*t, i’m up, stomachs stay rumblin’, n*ggas ain’t know what i done
n*ggas don’t want no smoke with me, i’m one of them ones
hop on a song with whoever, i ain’t duckin’ no one on one
ayy, pull up the track, i’m ’bout to black and go on a whole ‘nother round (whole ‘nother round, whole ‘nother round)

yeah, uh (ladies and gentlemen)
so much drama on the street, feel like the beef is random
murder galore, turn into thor, i gotta keep a hammer
in case weather get inclement
shots rain on the innocent, the neighbors still don’t know who sent them sh*ts, it’s like a secret santa
me, i’m out here reachin’ for a higher frequency, i plan to
rest my feet in presidential suites or sleep in beach cabanas
skeetin’ on thousand count sheets, i’m hittin’ freaks in tandems
buss ’em down then throw ’em in the cab like they from east atlanta
how it feel to see the flyest b*tch and know that he can land ’em?
every word i speak on beats, it’s guaranteed defeat the fandom
wigglers wanna walk inside my sneakers watchin’ from the bleachers
only time they’ll see their roles reversed is if they lease a phantom
bad investment, but what else you had expected?
moms was broke my whole adolescence, never had a lesson
except for p*wn shop hustles to collections had her stressin’
b*tches couldn’t tell if i was poor or just bad addressin’, it was
a bit of both, when i take it uptop i took an oath (huh)
i was gon’ hit a l!ck, break bread with my dawgs and split a loaf (huh)
and take over the game, make sure they know my name, ’cause he the goat
now back home is the best in the world, the fall off, come and hear the growth on god, n*gga

ladies and gentlemen
ladies and—

- j cole lyrics

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