Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song everybody dies, artist - J. Cole. Date of issue: 06.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
everybody dies |
| Yeah, we back |
| Back in Mohammad crib, nigga, top floor |
| The back room with just the one little small window, nigga |
| The light be comin' through it in the morning |
| Old-ass walls and shit |
| But it’s just like I remember, just like I wanted it |
| Yeah, I’m workin' |
| Yeah, I’m workin', nigga |
| Look, it’s the return of the Mr. Burn Suckers |
| Not herpes infested, just perfectly blessed with |
| A style that you can’t F with, protection recommended |
| ‘Cause Cole the definition of a weapon that can end it |
| You know, mass destruction when I mash the button |
| I take your favorite major rapper, left him independent |
| Cryin' in the corner |
| ‘Cause I ain’t into sorta kinda, dissin' niggas |
| I’m borderline addicted to slaughter |
| Line up niggas in order |
| Of who you think can really fuck with me most |
| Then I tuck the heat close, if he don’t duck then he ghost |
| Ain’t no need for discussion |
| If they weren’t talkin' 'bout the bread these motherfuckers be toast |
| Clap at the fake deep rappers |
| The OG gatekeep rappers |
| The would-you-take-a-break-please rappers |
| Bunch of words and ain’t sayin' shit, I hate these rappers |
| Especially the amateur eight week rappers |
| Lil' whatever — just another short bus rapper |
| Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers |
| Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers |
| Get exposed standin' next to 6'4″ rappers |
| The streets don’t fuck with you, you Pitchfork rappers |
| Chosen by the white man, you hit store rappers |
| I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers with that |
| Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers, |
| I’m back |
| Never knew a nigga that was better |
| Revenue, I’m good at gettin' cheddar |
| Reminisce on days I didn’t eat |
| If it’s meant to be, then it’ll be |
| If it’s not, then fuck it, I’ma try |
| Ain’t no need to ask the Father why, no |
| ‘Cause one day everybody gotta die |
| One day everybody gotta die, oh |
| One day everybody gotta die |
| One day everybody gotta die, my nigga, my nigga |