Music video by J. Cole performing G.O.M.D. © 2014 Roc Nation Records, LLC.

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  1. Hollywood Cole

    Go

    Ay Hollywood

    Hollywood Cole

    Go

    You wanna know just where I'm at

    Well let me tell you 'bout it

    I put my city on the map

    But let me tell you 'bout it

    They tryna say I can't come back

    Ay let me tell you 'bout it

    Man fuck them nigga I come back

    Ay let me tell you 'bout it

    I wanna tell you 'bout it

    Hands up, everybody run

    Cole outside and he say he got a gun

    Niggas like "man that's what everybody say"

    Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead

    Everybody scared of the nigga

    Aware that the nigga is better

    All my bitches the pick of the litter

    Never bitter

    Niggas is faker than anime

    Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah

    Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake

    Fuck good nigga we demand great

    Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes

    Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait

    The best kept secret

    Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape

    Rest in peace any nigga want beef

    Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe

    I said to the window, to the wall

    My nigga ride when I call

    Got bitches all in my mind

    Fuck nigga blocking my shine

    I know the reason you feel the way

    I know just who you wan' be

    So everyday I thank the man upstairs

    That I ain't you and you ain't me

    Get off my dick, woah

    (Get the fuck off my dick)

    Get off my dick, woah

    (Get the fuck off my dick nigga)

    Get off my dick, bitch, woah

    (Get the fuck off my dick)

    Get off my dick, woah

    Man fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell nobody

    They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody

    Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody

    I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody

    This is the part that the thugs skip

    Young nigga never had love

    You know, foot massage, back rub shit

    Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit

    That is until I met you

    Together we done watch years go by

    Seen a river of your tears go by

    Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I

    Tell them hoes come through

    (The break up)

    Get to know somebody and you learn a lot about 'em

    When we long for you, start to doubt 'em

    Tell yourself you better off without 'em

    Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em

    Can't talk without 'em, can't breath without 'em

    Came here together, you can't leave without 'em

    So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em

    On your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'em

    It's called love

    Niggas don't sing about it no more

    Don't nobody sing about it no more

    No more, no more

    It's called love

    Niggas don't sing about it no more

    Don't nobody sing about it no more

    (Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more)

    But there a nigga in the club singing

    To the window, to the wall

    My nigga ride when I call

    Got bitches all in my mind

    Fuck nigga blocking my shine

    I know the reason you feel the way

    I know just who you wan' be

    So everyday I thank the man upstairs

    That I ain't you and you ain't me

    Get off my dick

    But ain't a nigga in the club singing

    Singing this song yeah

    Got all the bitches in the club singing

    Singing this song yeah

    And all they mamas let their kids sing it

    Sing this song yeah

    The baby mamas and the mistresses

    Singing this song yeah

    Song yeah, song song yeah

    The make up

    This shit is retarded

    Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous

    Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless

    That's a stereotype

    Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights

    Here's a scenario

    Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio

    Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show

    Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure

    Fuck the rest I'm the best nigga out

    When I'm back home I'm the best in the South

    When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West

    You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out

    Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out

    That go for all y'all if I left niggas out

    This shit for everybody on my testicle

    Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho

  2. Hollywood Cole

    Go

    Ay Hollywood

    Hollywood Cole

    Go

    You wanna know just where I'm at

    Well let me tell you 'bout it

    I put my city on the map

    But let me tell you 'bout it

    They tryna say I can't come back

    Ay let me tell you 'bout it

    Man fuck them nigga I come back

    Ay let me tell you 'bout it

    I wanna tell you 'bout it

    Hands up, everybody run

    Cole outside and he say he got a gun

    Niggas like "man that's what everybody say"

    Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead

    Everybody scared of the nigga

    Aware that the nigga is better

    All my bitches the pick of the litter

    Never bitter

    Niggas is faker than anime

    Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah

    Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake

    Fuck good nigga we demand great

    Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes

    Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait

    The best kept secret

    Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape

    Rest in peace any nigga want beef

    Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe

    I said to the window, to the wall

    My nigga ride when I call

    Got bitches all in my mind

    Fuck nigga blocking my shine

    I know the reason you feel the way

    I know just who you wan' be

    So everyday I thank the man upstairs

    That I ain't you and you ain't me

    Get off my dick, woah

    (Get the fuck off my dick)

    Get off my dick, woah

    (Get the fuck off my dick nigga)

    Get off my dick, bitch, woah

    (Get the fuck off my dick)

    Get off my dick, woah

    Man fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell nobody

    They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody

    Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody

    I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody

    This is the part that the thugs skip

    Young nigga never had love

    You know, foot massage, back rub shit

    Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit

    That is until I met you

    Together we done watch years go by

    Seen a river of your tears go by

    Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I

    Tell them hoes come through

    (The break up)

    Get to know somebody and you learn a lot about 'em

    When we long for you, start to doubt 'em

    Tell yourself you better off without 'em

    Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em

    Can't talk without 'em, can't breath without 'em

    Came here together, you can't leave without 'em

    So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em

    On your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'em

    It's called love

    Niggas don't sing about it no more

    Don't nobody sing about it no more

    No more, no more

    It's called love

    Niggas don't sing about it no more

    Don't nobody sing about it no more

    (Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more)

    But there a nigga in the club singing

    To the window, to the wall

    My nigga ride when I call

    Got bitches all in my mind

    Fuck nigga blocking my shine

    I know the reason you feel the way

    I know just who you wan' be

    So everyday I thank the man upstairs

    That I ain't you and you ain't me

    Get off my dick

    But ain't a nigga in the club singing

    Singing this song yeah

    Got all the bitches in the club singing

    Singing this song yeah

    And all they mamas let their kids sing it

    Sing this song yeah

    The baby mamas and the mistresses

    Singing this song yeah

    Song yeah, song song yeah

    The make up

    This shit is retarded

    Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous

    Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless

    That's a stereotype

    Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights

    Here's a scenario

    Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio

    Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show

    Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure

    Fuck the rest I'm the best nigga out

    When I'm back home I'm the best in the South

    When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West

    You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out

    Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out

    That go for all y'all if I left niggas out

    This shit for everybody on my testicle

    Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho

  3. One of the best lyricists of all time.
    J. Cole go in soo hard on this right here, straight up BANGAAA! Even though he just be using AUTHENTIC VIEWS that it dont change the fact that he is a really talented artist. Thumbs up who agree with me.

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