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For All The Dogs

First Person Shooter (Feat. J. Cole)

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[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Pew, pew-pew
First person shooter mode,
we turnin' your song to a funeral
To them niggas that say they want offices,
you better be talkin' my work in cubicles
Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code
Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral,
not the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O
Yeah
Numero U-N-O
Me and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl
Man, this shit damn near big as the-

[Drake]
Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?
Big as the Super Bowl
But the difference is it's just two guys
playin' shit that they did in the studio
Niggas usually send they verses back to me
and they be terrible, just like a two-year old
I love a dinner with some fine women
When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T
I'm like "Go 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?
"Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?
Who the G.O.A.T.?"
"Who you bitches really rootin' for?"
Like a kid from January, then November,
nigga, it's just do it cold
Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?
Big as the Super Bowl

[J. Cole]
Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef
Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep
I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth
I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique
I still wanna get me a song with YB
Can't trust everything that you saw on IG
Just know if I diss you,
I made sure you know that
I hit you like I'm on your caller ID
I'm namin' the album "The Fall Off", it's pretty ironic,
'cause it ain't no fall off for me
Still in this bitch gettin' bigger,
they waitin' on the kid
to come jot like a father to be
Love when they argue the hardest MC, is it K-Dot,
is it Aubrey or me?
We the big three like we started a league,
but right now, I feel like Muhammed Ali
Huh, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali
Yeah, the one that they call
when they shit ain't connectin' no more,
feel like I got a job in IT
Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake
The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake
It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon [?]
we got 'em a ten in the weight
Hate how the gang gotta wait for the bars, man,
this shit like a prison escape
Everybody steppers, well fuck it,
then everybody breakfast,
and I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh huh, huh)
When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster
The G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher
The spot rusher, sprayed
his whole shit up, the crop duster
Not Russia, but block rusher


Nigga