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Drum n Bass

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J. Cole

Drum n Bass

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Duration: 4:15

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February 6, 2026.

Lyrics

[Chorus] Get the fuck up out my face with what you talm 'bout I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate They show love, but it be fake, fuck you talm 'bout? Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake Niggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout? So you better know yo' place, stay inside 'cause it ain't safe Bitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talm 'bout? Yeah, uh [Verse 1] You hear my words, but got no clue 'bout who I really am ( Who ) From shark-infested waters Phrases like that make me sound harder and more ruthlessBut the truth is that I merely swam Out thе stolo, semis blam, willy-nilly over killy grams Niggas sellin' rock likе Steely Dan While the world spins like whirlwindsOut of control, how does the soul find a thorough cleanseWhen all of this cold water that flows has for sure been contaminated with sin? Planted in the latest of trends Stranded in this land of the antiquated ways of the men Standard in the state of revenge, seeking a way to defendReputations, because the names are actually greater than them Life is a trip, you can't predict the random way that it ends Bullets travel straight through the skin, like gamma-rays in the wind My greatest of wins came when I annotated my gems The shit I write so fire, I got my hand afraid of my pen, uh [Chorus] Get the fuck up out my face with what you talm 'bout I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate They show love, but it be fake , fuck you talm 'bout? Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake Niggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout? So you better know yo' place, stay inside 'cause it ain't safe Bitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talm 'bout? Tell me what sense do it make, comin' back when you escape? [Verse 2] Quiet as kept, I feel the vibe of the whole citySo tired and stressed from gettin' fed this steady diet of death Mothers cryin' on steps while porch lights shine downOn a giant puddle that now forms on the ground as she weptFamily surroundin' her, providin' their best attempt at consolin' her Prayers and words of faith, comin' out of their breathTurning to the Lord's ironic at a timeWhen these young niggas so violent, they'll let off at God in the flesh My mind is a mess, conflicted, 'cause their energy's wickedTheir need to impress at a high while their guidance is less And while I feel powerless to change the power that isA part of me is yelling loud as shit, "You ain't tryin' your best"Too busy sellin' out arenas and flyin' on jetsLife on cloud nine, and I can't deny it, I guess I'm livin' my dream, my life is my childhood wishThe guilt that comes along with that is the size of the rest of the planetI pray you get to see it across the Atlantic Tonight, I stepped out with my niggas and felt the organicNostalgia that arouses when I'm with the rest of the banditsObsessed with talkin' 'bout the bitches we sexed'Til we landed in a spot that always used to pop when we was younger Shook hands with niggas I hadn't seen for several SeptembersGave hugs to women I only vaguely rememberedThe way their fingers caressin' my back was givin' me signalsLike, you may enter , liquor informing my agendaStraight and narrow for a while, but tonight, I'm on a bender And my retina antennas are scanning the club intently For the girl I wanted bad and almost had before the Bentley But evidently, when you're the greatest rapper of the centuryYou'll get another shot , the club was startin' to get too hot So I stepped outside for a breather, that very moment, I seen her She had the glow of Aaliyah while I control my demeanor and said [Skit] (Oh shit, that's Cole right there) Damn, what's good? How you been? (Aye, Cole, what's good, bro?) (Aye, lemme, uh, lemme holla at you for a second, bro) Yeah, that's cra—Yo, one second, bro, one second, I got you Nah, that's crazy like (word?) , that's crazy (Yo, I just wanna— I just wanna show you out quick, bro) I was wondering too like, I ain't know if I was gon' see you or what I was— (It ain't gonna take a second) Yo, one second, bro, I got you (Oh, word?) I'm just talkin' to her, right now (Oh, 'ight, 'ight) Hell yeah (I ain't see, my bad) You gon' be here for a minute? 'Ight [Chorus] Get the fuck up out my face with what you talm 'bout I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate They show love, but it be fake , fuck you talm 'bout? Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake Niggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout? So you better know yo' place, stay inside 'cause it ain't safe Bitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talm 'bout? Tell me what sense do it make, comin' back when you escape?

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Credits

Writers
  • J. Cole
  • Nizzy
  • Goldy Jr
  • T-Minus
  • Scott Cossu
  • Benjamin Siciliano
Producers
  • Nizzy
  • Goldy Jr
  • T-Minus
Assistant Recording Engineer
  • Terence Brandt
  • Erik Peterson
Mastering Engineer
  • Joe LaPorta
Recording Engineer
  • Kuldeep Chudasama