Night Job (feat. J. Cole)

I won't let it out until you let me know if you love

Baby, I'ma take it low

I'm on my night job, my **** ridin' my city understand us

See a hundred bandits, each put a hundred bands up

They can't call us bandits no more

Same hood, same corner store

But them same old hoes ain't wearing panties no more

I'm on my night job, slim waist with them fat thighs

Never been baptized, but she soak me all in her holy water

I'm one of five, she the only daughter

She ain't used to sharing, I ain't used to caring

Let's play truth or dare

'Cause lately my lifestyle's like dynamite

I'ma go lights out like Dyna might

Smoke one, that I might

I'm on my night job

Always knew how to play these cards of mine

Fuck rap, we seen harder times

Jump back like Vinny Carter prime

I'm on my (I'm on my)

I won't let it out until you let me know if you love

Baby, I'ma take it low

I'm on my night job, y'all **** jivin', I'm back up in position

Earnhardt, I'ma catch some **** slippin'

Burn hard on a track and get to whippin'

I'm on my night job, why is it always blacks that get detention?

For my **** with the pass to get the flip in

Boy, that trap is a accurate description

I'm on my night job, finally got Basy off the corner

'010 **** thought he was a goner

He ducked shots, now it's "Bas we got a phoner"

I'm on my night job, flew the posse out to Rome and

Won't tell you 'bout no boss-key-yachts, don't want 'em

****, word to Selassie I, I'm zonin'

I'm on my night job

Got old **** tryna bite cause they can't capture

The feeling from days 'fore the game passed 'em

**** out here lookin' like a bunch of Dame Dashes

Nicorette, that's patchwork

That ain't better than your last work

Cigarette, let the ash burn

Um said don't worry 'bout the last word

I'ma hit the gas, swerve on 'em (Skrt)

Too high to riot, that's my best excuse for being lazy

Being an artist, that's the best excuse for being crazy

I've been so infatuated, went to Clark and graduated

Now she on my FaceTime and my ****, she just masturbated

Fuck a album release party, I'm out in the streets, shawty

How many rappers I killed, counted at least forty

Nah, I ain't God, but shawty down on her knees for me

I'm horny like that Coltrane album

A Love Supreme, that's cold fame album

Lately, I've been dancing like a Soul Train album

Lately, silly making songs talkin' 'bout how they hate me

They've been loving me this whole time

My only adversary was my own mind

Killed my ego now I'm snappin' like it's '09

With a gold mine of inspiration for y'all

Fuck your co-sign, that **** can't fuck with Cole neither

Don't ask for a feature, we bring a whole liter of ether

To eat ya, we got heat for ****, keep reachin'

If these bullets was heat seeking

They wouldn't even reach you ****

I'm on my