Letra de 3001 - 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 shit still ain't changed

I'm on a mission for this chicken, I'ma kill 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' kill on a feature next?"

Who would you suggest? My nigga 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 weed, he high 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 fuck shit from my desk

I don't want shit but my breath, I don't want shit but my fam'

Thought I used superglue, nigga, how this gun stick to my hand

I don't even tote no pistol, but that shit sounded so hard

Plus, I don't give a fuck about lyin' once I learned these niggas fraud

I'm finna burn these niggas, dawg

Bring me that urn, these nigga 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, shit like a par four

I'm a raw-ass nigga, 6'4", tall-ass nigga

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

Shit, business is business

I'm in the Ville, the windows is tinted

Keeping my dick in my britches, y'all get to the bitches

Me, I'ma get to this money and split with the missus

Nigga, this vicious, and I'm the truth

All of these niggas fictitious

Look at Jermaine, still runnin' the game

Damn, this physical fitness

Fuck 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 shit still ain't changed

I'm on a mission for this chicken, I'ma kill 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

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