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J. Cole
Two Six
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Two Six fue lanzado el 6 de febrero de 2026 por Cole World, Inc., under exclusive license to Interscope Records. como parte del álbum The Fall-Off
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Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
J. Cole
J. Cole
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
J. Cole
J. Cole
Autoría
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Autoría
Tyler Williams
Tyler Williams
Autoría
Damon Coleman
Damon Coleman
Autoría
Donald Maurice Pears Ii
Donald Maurice Pears Ii
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
J. Cole
J. Cole
Ingeniería de grabación
T-Minus
T-Minus
Producción
Omen
Omen
Producción
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Producción adicional
Joel Olivier Vaval
Joel Olivier Vaval
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Fareed Salamah
Fareed Salamah
Ingeniería de grabación
Jose Trujillo
Jose Trujillo
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Ingeniería de mezcla
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Masterización

Letra

[Chorus]
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six ****—
[Verse 1]
If I wasn't rappin', bitch, I might just be the president
Please with the beggin' us, you're dwindling your relevance
We know your shit is chopped and we ain't coppin' what you sellin' us
Bitch, you was good in school, why you hidin' your intelligence?
I remember when you was gettin' A's, now you failin' us
Playin' hard for the white boys that can't tell the diff'
Caught a lot of bodies, so my closet, it got skeletons
Don't believe me? Call your favorite rapper for the evidence
Rolls-Royce, please don't sell these rappers no more Cullinans
They unoriginal, and plus I know they don't be budgetin'
Come in, boy, I'm sonnin' them, they know I'm really one of them
Two-six, lot of screws loose with my brother and 'em
He got a speech impediment from choppers he be cuddlin'
He say he like the way that shit be s-s-s-s-stutterin'
When I'm in the city, bitches screamin' out my government
When I'm in the city, bitches screamin'— (Jermaine, aye-aye-aye)
Outcast, but I was never cast out
I'm a small fish from a pond where they crash out (Aye-aye-aye)
Slim odds for a **** gettin' to this cash route
Like a rap bitch goin' plat' without her ass out (Aye-aye-aye)
[Refrain]
When you see your **** on the boulevard (Aye-aye-aye)
Roll your window down, holler from afar (Aye-aye-aye)
If you spot a 'Ville ****, lock your car (Aye-aye-aye)
It's a real good chance he's a—
[Chorus]
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I be low on purpose, big hoodie, double XL
**** be sayin' I'm humble as hell, not knowin' I'm bougie
I got standards, ****
I damn near can't even stay at the Mandarin, ****
That shit feel old to me, my cribs, they never get sold to me
Them bitches get built for me
Like cheerleaders, I'm steppin' on these **** skillfully
I don't want 'em to kill for me, and I don't want nobody gettin' killed for me
****, that shit lame, then again, I guess that's your lane
In the '90s, it was crack cocaine, nowadays it's clout and fame
**** is gassed, goin' viral off hate and shit a disgrace
Y'all ain't even gettin' no bags
Y'all call 'em bags, but my type of bags, they can't even fit in the back
I'm the future of this rap shit, ****, fuck everything that I did in the past
I'm blowin' it out the water, if the times get hard, I just go harder, ****
[Chorus]
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild, bitch (I say I just go harder, ****)
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild, bitch
Two-six **** wild (Aye-aye-aye)
[Refrain]
When you see your **** on the boulevard (Aye-aye-aye)
Roll your window down, holler from afar (Aye-aye-aye)
If you spot a 'Ville ****, lock your car (Aye-aye-aye)
It's a real good chance he's a dog (Aye-aye-aye)
[Outro]
The sky was covered by clouds like the color of the smoke
I couldn't see the sun, I couldn't see the sun, but I clung to a glimmer of hope
Thousand miles from Heaven and a block away from the slums
Adjacent to the hood just like the pointer is to the thumb
Some days I had to use 'em both for pickin' up them crumbs
To place upon my tongue knowin' the hunger would not numb
Be careful of the devil and the melodies you hum
Smilin', goin' viral while infectin' all of the young
I was lost back then, I was blind, deaf, and dumb, huh
But I knew I'd find me a way
Fell off and fell on my face
But I knew I'd find a way
Written by: Damon Coleman, Donald Maurice Pears Ii, J. Cole, Ron Gilmore, Tyler Williams

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