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Nervous Reck
The first song of the “Simba” series that Cole would put out sees him demonstrating his hunger to become a signed artist.
At this point, he feels like the “young Simba” from The Lion King. He is young and ready for the future and “cannot wait to be king”. He sees Jay-Z as the king, but he wants the...
[Intro]
Yeah
It's Fayettenam, nigga
Yeah
It's for the Ville, nigga, uh
[Verse]
Straight out the Ville and I made it, like a villain I'm hated
I see 'em grillin', I ate it though, finna blow—inflatable
That's undebatable, uh, I'm givin' niggas
Food for thought, the flow is catered, yo, I'm never faded though
Haters wanna see me broke, but me and the dough related, ho
It's like my only son, where I go, he comes
Niggas dumb to be braggin' 'bout that stupid shit
Nah, I don't stunt on niggas, I show 'em how to do this shit, I'm somethin' like the
Light-skin version of the very same baby
That The Virgin Mary raised, that's word to e'rything
Nigga, life a scary game but I'm playin', you sucker niggas
Lie in e'rything that ya sayin', shame on y'all
You tryna ball with the game on pause
A nigga pull the thing on y'all, y'all stain y'all draw
Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog, I got protection
Lethal weapons and they aim on y'all, I'm like the man on mars;
I'm high as hell, watch me blow like I exhaled
I excel in this rap shit 'cause y'all spittin' that wack shit
Now every nigga suddenly be rappin' 'bout that trap shit
So while you niggas copycat the cats that made classics
I just massacre the streets, I'm a master of the beats
And the rhymes, I'm rappin' for the freaks and the dimes
And I shine like a motherfuckin' diamond
You shine like a motherfuckin' dime, that's word to my mom
I don't mind if you niggas hate, just know you hatin'
On that nigga, nigga get it straight, I'm spittin' hungry like
Ain't shit up on my dinner plate, the kind of flow that
Make a nigga hyperventilate, uh, see, let me demonstrate
I grew up with nothin', it hurt me to see my mother poor
The only pops a nigga ever seen around was Huxtable
And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzle for
Look how the buzz'll grow, ballin' 'til the buzzer blow
Man, I'm hungry, does it show? Ain't nuttin' funny, fuck a joke
I'm gettin' money 'til my pockets need a tummy tuck, I hope
You niggas woke now, impermanently send you to hell
You meet the devil, sign a permanent lease, word on the streets
Is I'm the prince nigga, check the splendor, and I can't wait
To be the King, nigga: young Simba, word on the streets
Is I'm the Prince nigga, check the splendor, and I can't wait
To be the king, nigga: young Simba, nigga, yeah