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J Cole - Keith Sweat Jodeci Freestyle Lyrics

[Verse: Young Tero]

This might be the realest shit you ever heard
Word, the way I get them all hype for me
It's like I don't even live it, like there's a nigga who writing for me
And I let all my punchlines do the fighting for me
What's crazy is I ain't even really trying
These guys think that they eating, just because they team dyin'
We killed them all
Whack niggas can smell what I'm cooking
Can't come in my kitchen, I'm baked like beans, but yall just spill them all
You niggas 'bout as common as a black iPhone
Whenever you aren't around, your girl raps my songs
She's always on my line, like she tapped my phone
And she let me beat the kitten 'til its a black eye on
It, shit, get-rich-quick schemes and big dreams of being the greatest
Nigga in hip-hop who tryna save it
By telling my story, I'm known to spit that
My presence got these women sweating like Jodeci's back

[Hook: J.Cole & Young Tero]
Jodeci back
Bitches screaming like Jodeci back
I call the front desk for condoms, she saying they ain't got none
The way that I'm responding, she know that we black, nigga
Jodeci back
Fucking hoes like Jodeci back
I paint pictures and flip words
A nigga would have thought Def Poetry back

[Verse 2: Young Tero]
Matter fact, scratch that, I think I'm Keith Sweat
Bet I make it last forever
Man, I'm better than any of these damn competitors
I've never heard of him, nope, not even the slightest word of his existence
Me and the Streets got a thing going, commitment
And it's still fuck the world, like the planet was my mistress
Bitches feel like I owe 'em, cause I never show 'em interest
In a sense, it's safe to say that they're senseless
Wise, man, my bars are gold, frankincense and myrrh
We in here, like Jesus in the womb with us
Mama crying out his name, know he in the room with us
Riding with our squad, like they gone be in the tomb with us
We working, of course, somebody got to keep the tools with us
Stuck in the grand scheme of things, that's the fool in us
Counting money up, only time the school in us
Niggas here ain't got a home, that explains the ruthlessness

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Tero]
I'm just tryna make history, like that was the Most High's plan
I won't ever cross the streets, don't ask to hold my hand
I gotta represent and show these people what I'm made of
Ain't nobody fucking with me, like I never made love
Fear is seeming like the only thing that I'm afraid of
I don't care if they hate us, we tryna get our change up
All about that paper, that's part of the lesson
And I'm the answer to everything that's part of the question
You can see my team strong, we don't do no flexing
And when it comes to these tracks, I'm a dinosaur, T wrecks it
And to think, I was considering a break
These niggas want beef, well, I'm considering the stakes
See, I ain't got a problem, if you haters can't add it up
Cause I got goons that keep the fire, no Donald Trump
Name a team that's flyer than the Pilots
Pussy stay wet around us, I'm feeling like an island
[Breakdown: Young Tero]
No one child should have all of this power, bruh
Take a losing team and turn them niggas to the Mighty Ducks
Take a quiet girl and make a pornstar out of her
Take a pornstar and take the pornstar out of her
Take a whore and I could turn her to Michelle Obama
I am so grade A, make them wanna tell they mama
Counting them Franklins, while I'm bumping Aretha
Making sure my ducats stay high like Wiz Khalifa
I'm a dreadhead nigga with some anime features
Smartest kid in class, astounded all his teachers
I do this for my mom, I do this for my father
I do this for Cy'Ron, I do this shit for Tikka
I burn green and listen when the Lord talking to me
Moses of the Rap Game, I got to free my people
I ain't perfect, but I'm giving my all
Girls who hated me grew into women to call
They always said, "Sure, Tero's different and all
But he's a lame, he won't ever get in the drawls"
Broad please, I'm the shit, you've never been in the stall
All my niggas riding with me, like they been in the car
And I'm the real deal, like I been in a jar
Beyonce told ya I'm a soldier, I been in the war
I ain't stopping, all I know is accelerate
The highest technique, get elevated then meditate