J. Cole – Album of the Year (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Verse] Yeah My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime Higher than average Lot of cabbage Thank God I never abide by the established Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters Like “Yoo-hoo” with a new-new ridin’ passenger Shout out Oak Cliff, I’m ’bout

J. Cole – Immortal Lyrics

(Verse 1) Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope Screaming, dollar and a dream with my closet looking broke And my ni**a’s looking clean, getting caught up with that dope Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap? Ni**a I can tell you things that you probably