Simba

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, DJ OnPoint (Yeah, DJ OnPoint) This, this, this what you want (Uh, yeah) Y'all already know what it is, y'all already know how I do (Fayettenam, nigga) Had to come fuck with my nigga J. Cole (Uh, yeah, you're gonna love it) The future of this rap shit, the hottest nigga to come out of North Carolina (Yeah, Carolina, nigga) Listen to The Come Up, the mixtape And you know why his name's OnPoint, 'cause he on point, pussy (Yeah, it's for the 'Ville, nigga) Yeah, uh [Verse] Straight out the 'Ville and I made it, like a villain, I'm hated I see 'em grillin', I ate it, though Finna blow, inflatable, that's undebatable, uh I'm givin' niggas food for thought, the flow is catered, yo I'm never faded, though Haters wanna see me broke, but me and the dough related, ho It's like my only son, where I go, he comes Niggas dumb to be braggin' 'bout that stupid shit Nah, I don't stunt on niggas, I show 'em how to do this shit I'm somethin' like the light-skin version of the very same baby That the Virgin Mary raised, that's word to everything Nigga, life a scary game, but I'm playin' You sucker niggas lie in everything that you're sayin' Shame on y'all, you tryna ball with the game on pause A nigga pull the thing on y'all, y'all stain y'all draws Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog, I got protection Lethal weapons and they aim on y'all, I'm like the man on Mars I'm high as hell, watch me blow like I exhaled I excel in this rap shit 'cause y'all spittin' that wack shit And every nigga suddenly be rappin' 'bout that trap shit So while you niggas copycat the cats that made classics I just massacre the streets, I'm a master of the beats And the rhymes, I'm rappin' for the freaks and the dimes And I shine like a motherfuckin' diamond You shine like a motherfuckin' dime, that's word to my mom I don't mind if y'all niggas hate Just know you hatin' on that nigga, nigga, get it straight I'm spittin' hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate The kind of flow that make a nigga hyperventilate, uh, see, let me demonstrate I grew up with nothin', it hurt me to see my mother poor The only pops a nigga ever seen around was Huxtable And so the muscle flow is somethin' you can't get no muzzle for Look how the buzz'll grow, ballin' 'til the buzzer blow Man, I'm hungry, does it show? Ain't nothin' funny, fuck a joke I'm gettin' money 'til my pockets need a tummy tuck I hope you niggas woke now, impermanently send you to Hell You meet the devil, sign a permanent lease Word on the streets is I'm the prince, nigga, check the splendor And I can't wait to be the king, nigga, young Simba Word on the streets is I'm the prince, nigga, check the splendor And I can't wait to be the king, nigga, young Simba, nigga, yeah [Outro] Uh-uh, this for the 'Ville, nigga Ah-ah, this for them real niggas Yeah, J. Cole, nigga It's The, The, The Come Up, nigga, uh Told y'all niggas we ain't fuckin' around with you, this just the beginning (Yeah) DJ OnPoint, J. Cole