Simba lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, DJ OnPoint (Yeah, DJ OnPoint)
This, this, this what you want (Uh, yeah)
Y'all already know what it is, y'all already know how I do (Fayettenam, n*gga)
Had to come f*ck with my n*gga J. Cole (Uh, yeah, you're gonna love it)
The future of this rap sh*t, the hottest n*gga to come out of North Carolina (Yeah, Carolina, n*gga)
Listen to The Come Up, the mixtape
And you know why his name's OnPoint, 'cause he on point, pus*y (Yeah, it's for the 'Ville, n*gga)
Yeah, 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' n*ggas 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
n*ggas dumb to be braggin' 'bout that stupid sh*t
Nah, I don't stunt on n*ggas, I show 'em how to do this sh*t
I'm somethin' like the light-skin version of the very same baby
That the Virgin Mary raised, that's word to everything
n*gga, life a scary game, but I'm playin'
You sucker n*ggas lie in everything that you're sayin'
Shame on y'all, you tryna ball with the game on pause
A n*gga pull the thing on y'all, y'all stain y'all draws
f*ck you n*ggas, 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 sh*t 'cause y'all spittin' that wack sh*t
And every n*gga suddenly be rappin' 'bout that trap sh*t
So while you n*ggas 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 motherf*ckin' diamond
You shine like a motherf*ckin' dime, that's word to my mom
I don't mind if y'all n*ggas hate
Just know you hatin' on that n*gga, n*gga, get it straight
I'm spittin' hungry like ain't sh*t up on my dinner plate
The kind of flow that make a n*gga hyperventilate, uh, see, let me demonstrate
I grew up with nothin', it hurt me to see my mother poor
The only pops a n*gga ever seen around was Huxtable
And so the muscle flow is somethin' 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 nothin' funny, f*ck a joke
I'm gettin' money 'til my pockets need a tummy tuck
I hope you n*ggas woke now, impermanently send you to Hell
You meet the devil, sign a permanent lease
Word on the streets is I'm the prince, n*gga, check the splendor
And I can't wait to be the king, n*gga, young Simba
Word on the streets is I'm the prince, n*gga, check the splendor
And I can't wait to be the king, n*gga, young Simba, n*gga, yeah
[Outro]
Uh-uh, this for the 'Ville, n*gga
Ah-ah, this for them real n*ggas
Yeah, J. Cole, n*gga
It's The, The, The Come Up, n*gga, uh
Told y'all n*ggas we ain't f*ckin' around with you, this just the beginning (Yeah)
DJ OnPoint, J. Cole