J. Cole – Album of the Year (Freestyle) Lyrics

Posted On Aug 8 2018 by

[Verse] Yeah My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime Higher than average Lot of cabbage Thank God I never abide by the established Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters Like “Yoo-hoo” with a new-new ridin’ passenger Shout out Oak Cliff, I’m ’bout to fly to Dallas Decade from now I might just buy the Mavericks What up, Mark Cuban? Not really This is not the eighties, don’t be silly Now we push pills and sell heroin to Billy Now Billy momma want the judge to pardon his …