Grown Simba Lyrics - The Warm Up - J. Cole

Yea, yea, (clears throat) yea 

Uh- Now I was dreaming about a deal at the age of 13 

I was fein'n for the meals, I aint talking Burger King 

Some of my niggas in the Ville' all they did was serve feins 

Fuck scales, I had skills all day rehearsing 

Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting 

All the wanted was some waves, like they fucking surfing 

Hold up now don't get it twisted, I aint hating do your thing 

I was like a young Simba couldn't wait to be the king 

Now Nigga it's the prince, hopped over the fence where the grass way greener 

Look at shortys ass way meaner 

Something like Serena mixed with Trina, have you seen her? 

She fine enough to be Miss Howard, word to Adina 

My money like a senior watch it graduate 

Now its time to eat I'm letting all my niggas grab a plate 

Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phonies 

These niggas heard about me now they acting like they know me 

Keep on saying 

Chorus 

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there aint no telling 

Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling 

Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling 

Can't tell you where I'm going, just know I wont stop 

Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top 

Verse 2 

Pardon the interruption; a proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary 

Man, greedy niggas wouldn't let me in the cafeteria 

Cuz they aint believe, suddenly they Presbyterian 

The hoes is librarians, they looking me up 

She got a jones like Marion, she licking me up 

Then we cut, look how she say my name 

I got her moaning J. cole, they used to say Jermaine 

I never change, Im like a corpse in a coffin, 6 feet, shits deep 

I was low, just a dolla and some hope fixed me 

Cuz I was broke plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser 

Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercier 

I'm a star, Conversers, conversing with them girls, with them curves like cursive 

They open like curtains because my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio 

Same bitches used to play me though 

Now they yelling- 

Chorus 

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there aint no telling 

Ay, where you going nigga?- Shit, there aint no telling 

Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling 

Cant tell you where I'm going, just know I wont stop 

Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top 

Verse 3 

I left the city for a minute but its still on my back 

Told my niggas, "Ay Im finna' put the Ville on the map"-Ill be back 

And Im coming with a deal and a plaque 

Cuz Im ill bitch, they couldn't make a pill for the rap 

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back 

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap 

Hold up now don't get it twisted if you slang do your thang 

Me Im like a young Simba I cant wait to be the king 

Witness the dream 

Straight out that Carolina water I was brought up 

In the city where the skinny niggas trynna be the ballas 

Aint no fathers but the skinny niggas trynna hit their daughters 

Sneaking in her crib but her momma never caught us 

What they taught us men them bad bitches only want the ballas 

The starters, we hoopin now the hoes wanna guard us 

Uh-Okay, so play D. know what I mean? 

And I-I-I put you on the team 

Men this life is but a dream 

And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause Im a fucking rap star 

Chorus 

Where you going nigga?- Shit, there aint no telling 

They say this life is but a dream, And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause 

Im a fucking rap star 

Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling 

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