Naturally gifted singer and songwriter, J. Cole has released a new amazing hit track titled “7 Minute Drill” (Lyrics). 

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“7 Minute Drill” Lyrics by J. Cole

Yeah

Turn it up

Yeah, turn the vocal up

Uh

Light work like it’s PWC

It’s a cold world, keep?the?heat under your?seat

I got a phone call, they?say that somebody dissin’

You want some attention, it come with extensions

My dog like, “Say the word,” he on bullshit, he itchin’

Done put in so much work in these streets, he got pension

I told him chill out, how I look havin’ henchman?

If shots get to poppin’, I’m the one doin’ the clenchin’

I came up in the ‘Ville, so I’m good when it’s tension

He still doin’ shows, but fell off like the Simpsons

Your first shit was classic, your last shit was tragic

Your second shit put niggas to sleep, but they gassed it

Your third shit was massive and that was your prime

I was trailin’ right behind and I just now hit mine

Now I’m front of the line with a comfortable lead

How ironic, soon as I got it, now he want somethin’ with me

Well, he caught me at the perfect time, jump up and see

Boy, I got here off of bars, not no controversy

Funny thing about it, bitch, I don’t even want the prestige

Fuck the Grammys ’cause them crackers ain’t never done nothin’ for me, ho

Slugs took my nigga’s soul, drugs took another one

The rap beef ain’t realer than the shit I seen in Cumberland

He averagin’ one hard verse like every thirty months or somethin’

If he wasn’t dissin’, then we wouldn’t be discussin’ him

Lord, don’t make me have to smoke this nigga ’cause I fuck with him

But push come to shove, on this mic, I will humble him

I’m Nino with this thing, this that New Jack City meme

Yeah, I’m aimin’ at G-Money, cryin’ tears before I bust at him

 

Light work like it’s PWC

It’s a cold world, keep the heat under your seat

I got a phone call, they say that somebody dissin’

You want some attention, it come with extensions

My dog like, “Say the word,” he on bullshit, he itchin’

Done put in so much work in these streets, he got pension

I told him chill out, how I look havin’ henchman?

If shots get to poppin’, I’m the one doin’ the— (Conductor, conductor, conductor)

 

I got mixed feelings ’bout these fuckin’ rap niggas

It’s over for that cap, we official cap peelers

Two-six, we don’t at niggas, we get at niggas

Shoot a nigga lights out, yeah, my dogs stat fillers

Stat stuffers, triple-double, get your ass black duffled

Body bag, body bag, body bag

Cole World your instructor for pilates class

Get a nigga stretched if I feel the disrespect, uh

Your arms might be too short to box with the god

Who live his life without the pressures of a constant facade

I pray for peace, but if a nigga cease these positive vibes

A Falcon 9 inside my pocket, bitch, this rocket gon’ fly

Now it’s poppin’ outside like the top of July

My text flooded with the hunger for a toxic reply

I’m hesitant, I love my brother, but I’m not gonna lie

I’m powered up for real, that shit would feel like swattin’ a fly

Four albums in twelve years, nigga, I can divide

Shit, if this is what you want, I’m indulgin’ in violence

Put pictures in my home, aim the chrome at your eyelids

Fly pebbles at your dome, we the Stone Temple Pilots

This is merely a warning shot to back niggas down

Back in the town where they whippin’ work and traffickin’ pounds

My jack jumpin’ ’bout a rapper makin’ blasphemous sounds

Switchin’ sides like the tassel on the cap and the gown

I’m fully loaded, nigga, I can drop two classics right now

Hah, let me chill out, man (Conductor)

The Fall Off on the way, nigga

 

 

 

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