Head Bussa Lyrics - Truly Yours 2 - J. Cole

(Intro: J.Cole) 

Now do I roll up, get higher? 

Or po' up, get tired? 

Do I roll up, get higher? 

Or po' up, get tired? 

(Verse 1) 

Okay, I'm back on a mission 

To pay my tuition 

Got loans out the ass 

What you know 'bout my past? 

I was so late for class 

Hit the probate, get trashed 

Fell asleep off the Henny 

Back in '08 I crashed 

With my foot on the gas 

Thank the Lord I'm still here 

No insurance so now I'm racin' home on first gear 

On that morn' I shed tears 

Asking what I'm doing here 

I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the fuckin' flu in here 

But yet I'm just chillin' like I'm back on the yard 

My niggas say I'm the truth and when I rap they applaud 

That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source 

It's like I'm tryna get the head, but she's just jackin' me off 

I needed more 

Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store 

Put my feet on floor 

Borrow money from mi amor 

Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour 

She held you down, now you out here fuckin' 'round 

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(Hook: J. Cole) 

Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas (What?) 

Gold diggers, Crys sippers (What?) 

Cold nigga, flow sicker (What?) 

Muthafucka, I'm a fuckin' head bussa go 

Coming down on the strip looking in the whip 

Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold 

Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money 

Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old 

But errthing that glitter ain't gold 

The grass ain't greener I've been told 

She told me, you want your cake and eat it too 

I said it's cake, that's what you're supposed to do 

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(Verse 2) 

Ok my granny just died, but I'm too broke to go 

And she askin my fears but she too close to know 

Got trust issues I'm trying, where it come from? Don't know 

I just block out the pain, blow the fuck up get dough 

See i thought that would help me, it turns out it's worse now 

My girl want her first child, my label won't work out 

My mama don't see me unless I'm on TV, I pray she don't break down 

She strong but she need me 

They killed Saddam, now I wonder who's sane 

How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne? 

Old chick callin', but I'm onto new thangs 

She still a dime, but I always lose change 

Young Simba, went from bottom of the food chain to a few chains 

In a new Range 

She tellin' me so much has happened 

Would've thought that you changed 

We ain't fuck in nine months, it's safe to say I'm your man 

(Hook: J. Cole) 

Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas (What?) 

Gold diggers, Crys sippers (What?) 

Cold nigga, flow sicker (What?) 

Muthafucka, I'm a fuckin' head bussa go 

Coming down on the strip looking in the whip 

Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold 

Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money 

Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old 

But errthing that glitter ain't gold 

The grass ain't greener I've been told 

She told me, you want your cake and eat it too 

I said it's cake, that's what you're supposed to do