Head Bussa

[Intro: J.Cole] Now do I roll up, get higher? Or po' up, get tired? Do I roll up, get higher? Or po' up, get tired? [Verse 1] Okay, I'm back on a mission To pay my tuition Got loans out the ass What you know 'bout my past? I was so late for class Hit the probate, get trashed Fell asleep off the Henny Back in '08 I crashed With my foot on the gas Thank the Lord I'm still here No insurance so now I'm racin' home on first gear On that morn' I shed tears Asking what I'm doing here I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the fuckin' flu in here But yet I'm just chillin' like I'm back on the yard My niggas say I'm the truth and when I rap they applaud That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source It's like I'm tryna get the head, but she's just jackin' me off I needed more Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store Put my feet on floor Borrow money from mi amor Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour She held you down, now you out here fuckin' 'round [Hook: J. Cole] Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas (What?) Gold diggers, Crys sippers (What?) Cold nigga, flow sicker (What?) Muthafucka, I'm a fuckin' head bussa go Coming down on the strip liqour in the whip Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old But errthing that glitter ain't gold The grass ain't greener I've been told She told me, boy you want your cake and eat it too I said its cake, that's what you're supposed to do [Verse 2] Ok my granny just died, but I'm too broke to go And she askin my fears but she too close to know Got trust issues I'm trying, where it come from? Don't know I just block out the pain, blow the fuck up get dough See i thought that would help me, it turns out its worse now My girl want her first child, my label won't work out My mama don't see me unless I'm on tv, I pray she dont break down She strong but she need me They killed Saddam, now I wonder who's sane How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne? Old chick callin', but I'm onto new thangs She still a dime, but I always lose change Young Simba, went from bottom of the food chain to a few chains In a new Range She tellin' me so much has happened Would've thought you changed We ain't fuck in nine months its safe to say I'm due man [Hook]