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J. Cole

Genres: Hip-Hop

True Love Lyrics - J. Cole

Ayo, paper, green or chedder, cheese or bread 

The cream is better, cake niggas fiend to get a piece of this American dream 

It seems it's sunken to where this money is all they in love with 

Like paper, green or chedder, cheese or bread 

The cream is better, cake niggas fiend to get a piece of this American dream 

It seems it's sunken to where this money is all they in love with 

 

Yo, Tasha, a fox but, been round the block cause niggas jock her 

The wannabe model she dating mobsters 

Been involved with street kids to kingpins 

Got a thing for the bad boys 

That's how she meets him, see him is cat named black 

Real name Jack James, stacks change 

Real big in the crack game 

She's seen that Range and she's seen that chain 

The bling made the dame wanna give up her last name 

She was wit, but he was pimp like, just like Ike was 

Treated her like it was the Fight Club 

Hit her with rights, blood drippin' on white rug 

By the end of the night, they would kiss and she was iced up 

Long as he kept her iced up, she piped down 

Hit her off with a little pipe to mic bounce 

Down south where a nigga wouldn't return for days or weeks 

She was too afraid to cheat 

So you ain't even gotta ask 

As long as she got a Prada bag 

Or an Armani exchange skirt showing a lot of ass 

She's good, living the life, she's ballin' 

too bad she picked the wrong nigga to get involved with 

See the nigga black had problems and enemies 

And snake niggas is friends only pretend to be 

And cats is out for his head, he caught in some shit 

Just watch how Tasha gets tossed in the mix 

 

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Now Black owed money and when it comes to this money, trust me 

You can't tip toe with nobody cause niggas will do insane things to get they cream 

Won't even speak, let the bullets explain things 

That's how it is, paybacks a bitch right especially if you didn't pay back 

Niggas is sick like, run up in your crib like "bitch where's the bread at?" 

"You got a week to get it, don't got it, you'll regret it" 

Funny I said it cause Jack's in the same exact predicament 

Got a foot in the grave and still digging it 

Owe some niggas money with no intentions of giving it 

Them niggas is sending warnings, he isn't listening 

Tomorrow morning they buss in his front door 

And a swarm of muthafuckers with guns drawn coming at 

On the hunt for Black, Tasha gets smacked 

But Jack's gone a whole week before he gets back but 

Niggas is through waiting, they been too patient already 

They ain't recieved a fucking penny 

So they called a nigga up 

Told him if he doesn't get the dough 

And give it up n the next 6 hours, his bitch is fucked 

But, hold up! 

The nigga Black answers with "So What!" 

"I gives a fuck, shoot the hoe up, still won't show up" 

Hung the phone up, toss it back and she knew 

Sorry baby girl, this is what chedder can do! 

 

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