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J Cole - Pi Feat Daylyt Y Ab Soul Lyrics

Know what I'm sayin'
Lights off, lights goin', know what I'm sayin'?
Haha, uh
So it's over, don't you agree?
I do, yeah
Is it a room full of, full of mirrors or a room full of Motown, I don't know
Shoutout to Zordon, if you know, you know
(She makes the rain fall from my eyes) Yo
Ayy
You know that I do belie— (Man)

The criteria for this tear is just a open pride
Hope and cries, but so can I
I drop the unprovoken crimes
Pray to the heaven, God, with no disguise
We roll the dice and hope the soul unties
Reap the fruit with no bow tie
Sensitive Pisces, still thuggin', ain't 'fraid to cry
Skinny, biggy, lens is tinted, ain't got no lazy eye
Heart of gold, almost sold it in Saudi Arabia
Quill told me the clouds ain't real, God gotta paint the sky
So I'm a student of Sophia Stewart, the Matrix ain't a lie
Tainted Gods fall from the sky
Tie in inception
When you wake inside this dream, you a weapon
Step in the cypher, know the beef real
Your life at stake, ages with each meal
Real estate of mind, you need equity? Let the beat build
Poison in my cup, I need to refill
I feel it in my gut, you niggas meek still
I inherited the Earth
Like three wise men pulled up to cherish my birth
They placed me in a manger, wasn't that major at first
But what a mess I'll leave, I'm the savior at work
I ain't sayin' I'm Jesus
Got the job of the messiah, Ty and Joe, we block all devils
Get y'all shovels, can ya dig it?
We gon' riot if y'all pick it
Sign of danger from my past, oh we anger from my past, can't get past that
We the last batch and the cause, installed, we got Black facts
Grow a spinal or backtrack
The homies call me Batman, I'm the African Ben Affleck
Publishin' some other shit, like is something up with ASCAP?
It's training day, don't get your ass capped
Givenchy snapback with the rindstones, you ain't never had that
Was at Saks Fifth with dough, that's a double entendre
Everything I say is dope, is this a microphone or contra?
Bands in my pocket
See what they told Malcolm X to do with his hands?
That shit was out of pocket
Picked up shotguns that came in handy, wasn't no plan B
Kid gone, who can fuck with him? Knew them shots would muzzle him
Knew the blocks were puzzlin'
Let' go stupid because of him
Shells fallin' like
Gilgamesh, who can fuck with him? (Perfect)

Oh, y'all thought we was done wit' em? Huh
Y'all must be stupid, we finna go dumb on 'em
Just keep your ears open like Dumbo and them
Good luck to them, it's up for them
Piece of the pie edge, we gon' crumble 'em
Three fourteen on the guy head when we rumble 'em
Hahaha, on second thought, that's enough for 'em
Nah, you gotta chill, bro (Hahaha)

She makes a tear fall from my eye
Ah, man, I wish it was the rain
You gotta reach out to them
She makes the rain fall from my eye

Uh, prayer hands for the land where they sprayin' pellets
And turning your mans to an angelic
Being and freeing him from this crammed, hellish hole
The weather's cold from jealous souls that fanned fellas
I danced as well as Chris Breezy when the bullets
I won't let him Swiss cheese me