Return Of Simba Lyrics - J. Cole

In my freshest Js, I ain't slept in days 

Girl, you gon' make me late undressin' me 

Know you ain't seen me since yesterday 

But, see, I got a date with destiny 

'Cause this the summer that our life change 

Hov asked me, "Is you ready for it?" 

I looked around at all his nice things 

Told him, "Nigga, you already know it" 

Bitch, I'm the man of the year 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Straight through this bitch (Yeah) 

Bitch, I'm the man of the year 

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What you 'sposed to do when the OG niggas don't get it? 

Lost what was once theirs but they won't quit it 

Homie, it's a new era, middle finger to the suit-wearers 

Lemme show you how to move in a room 

For the dudes that don't got a fuckin' clue how to do this 

Prolly worked with Cube, so to them, this a Rubik 

My President is black, but my jeweler's still Jewish 

So you know it cost, he makin' a killin' off me 

Red diamonds he designin' got me shinin' 

Spotlight cover my body, my chain blindin' 

A cop light runner, they wanna but can't find him 

Me and Hovi Hov, out on the same island 

Took the whip to the other side of Jamaica 

Seen how he was livin', said "I gotta get my weight up" 

Formulated my plan, motivated by dreams 

Parlayed wit' my mans, motivated my team 

Ced said, "Look, my niggas, we got a foot in" 

Bein' good is good, that'll get you Drew Gooden 

But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin' 

Can't guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden 

Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris Farley 

So like him, you'll be gone too early 

Mama hands together like 6: 30 

And Cole keep a thick bitch I like to call Big Shirley 

All my '90s niggas is gon' get it 

18 and under, that's prolly gon' take a minute 

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I'ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me 

I'ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me 

At the time of this rhyme, five years 'til I know thirty 

Cole World in the summer brings snow flurries 

This next shit is in no way to boast 

But my city love breakfast, 'cause niggas had toast early 

Coach had us doin' jumpin' jacks 

Then sent us to the water fountain after runnin' laps 

My nigga went and grabbed his bookbag, threw it on his back 

And brought it to me just to show me he was fuckin' strapped 

We was twelve years old, how was we to know better? 

I analyzed his life and see that he was so set up 

Live by the trigger, 'cause no father figure 

Means you don't got a nigga comin' 'round to guide a nigga 

All you got is mama bringin' home these rotten niggas 

Blowin' reefers, all the teachers do is ride a nigga 

So this is who I speak fo' 

To give the young niggas somethin' they could reach fo' 

You better dream, boy 

Yeah, I stunt, but I'm a li'l more realer 

When it come from the heart, don't it feel mo' iller? 

Watch my flow go bananas, I'm a li'l gorilla 

So pardon me, man, y'all gon' have to pardon me 

They say I rep that 'Ville too much, but that shit just a part of me 

It's flowin' out through my arteries, who hard as me? You JV, I'm varsity 

No field trip, ain't hard to see, this real shit, you R&B 

Seen a movie wit' yo' bitch in it, and listen it, was starrin' me 

(Woo!) That boy Simba crazy 

Hotter that Ike Turner temper, you December, maybe 

And though you wish me well, I know deep down you wish I'd fail 

It's Judgment Day, I'm here to give you pussy niggas hell 

And some food for thought, I can serve a plate 

Wit' dessert to take, wit' dessert to take 

Yeah, I heard the hate, but the wait is fuckin' over 

It's like I'm fuckin' Oprah, well worth the wait 

Maybe over your head, I'm ahead of my time 

Niggas scared of my future, I know they dreadin' my prime 

'Cause I only made classics, now what that take? Timing 

Cole under pressure, what that make? Diamonds 

(Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds?)