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J. Cole – “9 5 . s o u t h” [Audio, Lyrics]

J. Cole - 95.south (prod. Maneesh, Colemxn & Boi-1da)

Rapper, J. Cole off His most recent project unveils the “9 5 . s o u t h” track, produced by Maneesh, Colemxn & Boi-1da. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

J. Cole 95.south
J. Cole 95.south

For any hip-hop head who has been constantly debated the narrative surrounding J. Cole’s GOAT-ness (at least in comparison to Drake and Kendrick Lamar), The Off-Season should put most criticism to rest. The South Carolina rapper’s latest body of work was released in time for his debut in the Africa Basketball League so who better to open up the project than another rapper that can relate to the basketball-to-rapper grind?

Cam’ron is the first voice to open up The Off-Season on “95.south.” Unfortunately, he doesn’t deliver a verse but he sets the tone for Cole to follow. “Don’t check your watch, you know the time. Cole World,” Cam declares on the intro before J. Cole comes in with guns blazing. The three-minute intro finds Cole tearing through a similar sample to Jay-Z’s “U Don’t Know.”

J. Cole – 95.south (prod. Maneesh, Colemxn & Boi-1da)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Cam’ron & J. Cole]
Killa, it’s The Off-Season
Let’s keep it tall, y’all ain’t fuckin’ with my man
And don’t check your watch, you know the time
Cole World, Killa Cam’, niggas is fuckin’ finished (Yeah)

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
This shit too easy for me now
Nigga, Cole been goin’ plat’ since back when CDs was around
What you sold, I tripled that, I can’t believe these fuckin’ clowns
Look how everybody clappin’ when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou’
If I’m bettin’ on myself, then I’ll completely double down
If you hated on a nigga, please don’t greet me with a pound
I be stayin’ out the way, but if the beef do come around
Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now
Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown
Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin’ down
So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud
I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
No plans to doze off, the streets, it don’t come with a ref’
I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
And got they O’s off, you reach, niggas uppin’ like Steph
To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight
As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
Angels sheddin’ tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton
Off this clever rappin’, bitch, my pockets gon’ forever fatten

[Interlude: J. Cole & Cam’ron]
They gon’ forever fatten
See, we tried to tell niggas
They act like they don’t even fuckin’ speak English

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Bitch, my pen to the paper’s lethal
I’m sendin’ ’em straight to meet the
The nigga that made them, peep the reaper
Creepin’ on ya, the scent of failure reekin’ on ya
Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin’ on yourself
Fuckin’ with Cole is bold, but it’s impedin’ on your health
All yo’ niggas eatin’ off your wealth
All my niggas feedin’ all they selves, and it feels swell
Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (Uh)
‘Cause they steady harassin’
We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion
My young niggas nutty, they blastin’
Bullets be hummin’ like Cudi but one of yo’ hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin’
All over the driveway, y’all talkin’ all sideways
Shots poppin’ off, y’all laid down
Cops chalkin’ off y’all legs now
(Shit) God watchin’, “Hey, Yahweh”
My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin’ ’em y’all way (Y’all way)
We sendin’ ’em y’all way (Y’all way)

[Outro: Cam’ron & Lil Jon]
That’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ ’bout
Y’all see what the fuck goin’ on out here (Killa, Harlem)
I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club

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