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lirik lagu j. cole - the elderly

[intro]
yo i don’t even know man
maybe i’m the only one who sees how wack this n-gga is
like the rest of these n-ggas like this n-gga or something you know
f-cking 33 years old trying to get respect n-gga
get a life, feed your family man god d-mn

[verse]
why the f-ck would you jump to step to
a motherf-cker such as myself n-gga i deck you
lay you out beat the sh-t out you until you confess to
being the weakest n-gga out h0m-s-xual, sh-t
you jock me and talk sh-t cause you not me
i’m c-cky this f-ggots riding my d-ck, a jockey
try me, n-gga your sh-t’s jokes you cosby
i’m ali, b-tch i’m the king you rodney (get it)
how dare you try compare yourself to me
coming at mines you embarr-ss yourself
so please ease off my d-ck, worry bout your own sh-t
i got the sk!lls to pay the bills b-tch you homeless
on this microphone it’s no joke i’m focused
so, you provoke get throat choked and toasted
you sh-t is not hot man, god d-mn yo
you tied for the wackest n-gga alive besides van gogh
and you hate, how i get props and u can’t
trying to rap at age 48 it’s too late
you think you can f-ck around but you wait
you great, son you must but slow as a screw tape
whats wrong with you, you all bent of shape
sobbing like your moms whipped you cause i wouldn’t do a song with you
poor sl-t, washed up, still rapping
how can i call you a has been, you never have been
the most wanted, most boasts but don’t want it
the flows rugged, please know i’m cold blooded
this ho done it about to get his dome crushed in
with these words i’m sick, you ain’t even got a nose running
p-ssy -ss artificial [?]
trying to brag you some kind of f-cking central [?]
but, you don’t really think that i’m impressed with that do you
i win your wack -ss t-tle and give it back to you
cause it’s nothing you still hitting me given me praise
you face me wait, n-gga is your weed laced
you too old for this dawg you’s a freed slave
you album and shyne po got the same release date
you loosing it, i’m bruising lips with this music sh-t
you gotta get used to it
and now i’m abusing this f-cking stupid trick from houston
excuse my french but you’s a b-tch
you’s predictable, you joke that i’m half white (yeah, yeah)
that’s nice still don’t change the fact that you rap like
you back on the crack pipe, f-ggots a sad sight
f-g type, sticking flashlights up your -ss pipe
you wanted beef so i’m dishing it out son
before the bout’s beginning i’m predicting the outcome
step in the ring n-gga with or without gloves
you be throwing the towel the beginning of round one
and i ain’t got no sympathy for you neither
this battles a time out, i’m getting a breather
you easier than 1, 2, 3 your f-cking weak raps
just like my girlfriend, i know i can beat that

[outro]
what n-gga?
your whole sets blown
i f-ck around and put you in a rest home
i’m professional, this sh-t is boot camp
i’m a 100 dollar bill you’s a food stamp
ravenous the f-ggot, the senior citizen with a bad back
a m-ssive limp from his plastic hip
you never could be as nice
this n-gga used to have a rap group with jesus christ

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