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      No Role Modelz

      J. Cole

      Album: Forest Hills Drive

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      J. Cole - No Role Modelz Música y Letra

      First things first rest in peace uncle phil
      For real, you the only father that I ever knew
      I get my bitch pregnant I'ma be a better you
      Prophesies that I made way back in the ville
      For phil, listen even back when we was broke my team ill
      Martin luther king would have been on dreamville
      Talk to a nigga
      
      One time for my la sisters
      One time for my la hoes
      Lame niggas can't tell the difference
      One time for a nigga who knows
      
      Don't save her
      She don't wanna be saved
      Don't save her
      She don't wanna be saved
      Don't save her
      She don't wanna be saved
      Don't save her
      She don't wanna be saved
      
      No role models and I'm here right now
      No role models to speak of
      Searchin' through my memory, my memory
      I couldn't find one
      Last night I was gettin' my feet rubbed
      By the baddest bitch, not trina, but I swear to God
      
      This bitch will make you call your girl
      Up and tell her "hey, what's good?"
      "Sorry I'm never comin' home I'ma stay for good"
      Then hang the phone up, and proceed to lay the wood
      I came fast like 9-1-1 in white neighborhoods
      Ain't got no shame bout it
      
      She think I'm spoiled and I'm rich cause I can have any bitch
      I got defensive and said "nah, I was the same without it"
      But then I thought back, back to a better me
      Before I was a b-list celebrity
      Before I started callin' bitches bitches so heavily
      Back when you could get a platinum plaque without no melody
      You wasn't sweatin' me
      
      I want a real love, dark skinned and aunt viv love
      That jada and that will love
      That leave a toothbrush at your crib love
      And you ain't gotta wonder whether that's your kid love
      Nigga I don't want no bitch from reality shows
      Out of touch with reality hoes
      Out in hollywood bringin' back 5 or 6 hoes
      
      Fuck em' then we kick em' to the door
      Nigga you know how it go
      She deserved that, she a bird, it's a bird trap
      You think if I didn't rap she would flirt back
      Takin' off her skirt, let her wear my shirt before she leave
      I'ma need my shirt back
      Nigga you know how it go
      
      There's an old saying in tennessee
      I know it's in texas
      Probably in tennessee that says fool me
      Once, shame on - shame on you
      If you fool me we can't get fooled again
      Fool me one time shame on you
      Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you
      Fool me three times, fuck the peace signs
      Load the chopper, let it rain on you
      
      My only regret was too young for lisa bonet
      My only regret was too young for nia long
      Now all I'm left with is hoes from reality shows
      Hand her a script the bitch probably couldn't read along
      My only regret was too young for sade adu
      My only regret could never take aaliyah home
      Now all I'm left with is hoes up in greystone
      
      With the stale face cause they know it's they song
      She shallow but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow)
      She shallow but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow)
      She shallow but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow)
      She shallow but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow)

      J. Cole - No Role Modelz Música y Letra

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