J. Cole – Two Six Lyrics
J. Cole – Two Six is a powerful hip-hop track making waves in the USA and across the globe.
This song blends deep lyrics with smooth flows and a soulful beat, making it a must-listen for hip-hop lovers everywhere.
J. Cole – Two Six Lyrics
Intro:
2 6 niggas wild, bitch
If I wasn’t rapping, bitch, I might just be the president
Please, with the begging us, you’re dwindling in your relevance
We know your shit is droppin’, we ain’t coppin’ what you sellin’ us
Bitch, you was good in school, why you hidin’ your intelligence?
I remember when you was gettin’ A’s, now you fellin’ us
Playin’ hard for the white boys, I can’t tell a difference
Caught a lot of bodies, so my closet, it got skeletons
Don’t believe me, call your favorite rapper for the evidence
Verse 1:
Rolls Royce, please don’t sell these rappers no more colonies
They unoriginal, plus I know they don’t be budgeted
Coming for ’em, I’m son of them, they know I’m really one of them
2 6, lot of screws loose with my brother in them
He got a speech impediment, for choppers he be cuddling
He say he like the way that shit be st-st-st-st-stuttering
When I’m in the city, bitches screamin’ I’m my government
When I’m in the city, bitches screamin’ Jamee!
I don’t cash, but I was never cast out
I’m a small fish from a pond where they crash out
See them eyes for a nigga gettin’ to this cash route
Like a rat bitch on a plaque without an ass out
Pre-Chorus:
When you see your nigga on the boulevard
Roll your window down, holla from afar
If you spot a field nigga like your car
It’s a real good chance he’s a 2 6
Chorus:
2 6 niggas wild, bitch
2 6 niggas wild, bitch
2 6 niggas wild, bitch
2 6 niggas wild
2 6 niggas wild, bitch
2 6 niggas wild, bitch
2 6 niggas wild, bitch
2 6 niggas wild
Verse 2:
Bitch I be low on purpose, big hoodie, double XL
Niggas be sayin’ I’m humble as hell, not knowin’ I’m bougie
I got standards, nigga, I damn near can’t even stand a mandarin, nigga
That shit feel old to me, my cribs, they never get sold to me
Them bitches get built for me like cheerleaders
I’m stepping on these niggas skillfully
I don’t want them to care for me
And I don’t want nobody getting killed for me
Nigga that shit lame, then again I guess that’s your lane
In the 90’s it was crack cocaine
Nowadays it’s clout and fame
Niggas is gas, going viral off hating
Shit a disgrace
Y’all ain’t even getting no bags
Y’all call them bags, my type bags they can’t even fit in a bag
I’m the future, this rap shit, nigga
Fuck everything that I did in the past
I’m throwin’ that out the water
If the times get hard, I just go harder, nigga
Chorus:
2 6 niggas wild, bitch
2 6 niggas wild
I said I just go harder, nigga
2 6 niggas wild, bitch
2 6 niggas wild
2 6 niggas wild, bitch
2 6 niggas wild
2 6 niggas wild, bitch
2 6 niggas wild
Bridge:
When you see your nigga on the boulevard
Roll your window down, holla from afar
If you spot a field nigga like your car
It’s a real good chance he’s a dog
Outro (Spoken Word):
The sky was covered by clouds like the color of the swamp
I couldn’t see the sun, I couldn’t see the sun
But I clung to a glimmer of hope
1000 miles from heaven and a block away from the slums
Adjacent to the hood just like the point is to the thumbs
When days I had to use them both for picking up them crumbs
Took place upon my tongue knowing I hung it would not numb
Be careful of the devil in the melodies you hum
Smiling, going viral while affecting all of the young
I was lost back then, I was blind, deaf and dumb
But I knew I’d find me a way
Fell off and fell on my face
But I knew I’d find a way