3001 Lyrics by J. Cole
What I need with ten cars? I can’t drive but one
This for my niggas listening in 3001
As I’m writin’ through this song, this world’s gone insane
I know you feel me ’cause I bet that *** still ain’t changed
I’m on a mission for this chicken, I’ma *** everything
I’m stackin’ for a rainy day and it still ain’t rained
Why niggas never open up? The answer had me chokin’ up
It ain’t enough words around to reveal they pain
I’m holdin’ on tight to what it feel like to live a peaceful life
Since ridin’ a bike, all that I ever knew was beef and strife
Goin’ to sleep at night, prayin’ that God release the stress
Now I’m on G4 jets across the seas to decompress
My recent checks, how much you think? Hm, decent guess
They growin’ more eager, “Cole, who you gon’ *** on a feature next?”
Who would you suggest? My *** just told me the streets a myth
And he’s perplexed, they tellin’ on people like the teacher’s pet
He took a pull of his ***, he *** as the trees where eagles nest
I started chiefin’ less and less, it had my cerebral vexed
Too many blessings to be depressed
Went from too stressed to being blessed
Now, my new recipe’s just keep that *** *** from my desk
I don’t want *** but my breath, I don’t want *** but my fam’
Thought I used superglue, ***, how this *** stick to my hand
I don’t even tote no pistol, but that *** sounded so hard
Plus, I don’t give a *** about lyin’ once I learned these niggas ***
I’m finna burn these niggas, dawg
Bring me that urn-ee, ***, char
Cole, I’ma send ’em to crossroads with the lost souls
I saw Nia Long quote
I would’ve poked, back when my heart cold
Give her three or four strokes
Then I’m onto the next, *** like a par four
I’m a raw-ass ***, 6’4″, tall-ass ***
With a sick flow, y’all ask Jigga
How much did the kid gross for that label
Paid dues, had to pay dude for my masters, but I’m grateful
***, business is business
I’m in the Ville, the windows is tinted
Keeping my *** in my britches, y’all get to the ***
Me, I’ma get to this money and split with the missus
***, this vicious, and I’m the truth
All of these niggas fictitious
Look at Jermaine, still runnin’ the game
Damn, this physical fitness
*** with me, man
What I need with ten cars? I can’t drive but one
This for my niggas listening in 3001
As I’m writin’ through this song, this world’s gone insane
I know you feel me ’cause I bet that *** still ain’t changed
I’m on a mission for this chicken, I’ma *** everything
I’m stackin’ for a rainy day and it still ain’t rained
Why niggas never open up? The answer had me chokin’ up
It ain’t enough words around to reveal they pain