J. Cole - The Elderly lyrics

[Intro] Yo I don't even know man Maybe I'm the only one who sees how wack this n***a is Like the rest of these n***as like this n***a or something you know f**ing 33 years old trying to get respect n***a Get a life, feed your family man god damn [Verse] Why the f** would you jump to step to A motherf**er such as myself n***a i deck you Lay you out beat the sh** out you until you confess to Being the weakest n***a out h*mos**ual, sh** You jock me and talk sh** cause you not me I'm co*ky this f*ggots riding my dick, a jockey Try me, n***a your sh**'s jokes you Cosby I'm Ali, b**h I'm the king you Rodney (Get it) How dare you try compare yourself to me Coming at mines you embarra** yourself So please ease off my dick, worry bout your own sh** I got the sk**s to pay the bills b**h you homeless On this microphone it's no joke I'm focused So, you provoke get throat choked and toasted You sh** is not hot man, god damn yo You tied for the wackest n***a alive besides Van Gogh And you hate, how i get props and u can't Trying to rap at age 48 it's too late You think you can f** around but you wait You great, son you must but slow as a Screw tape Whats wrong with you, you all bent of shape Sobbing like your moms whipped you cause i wouldn't do a song with you Poor s*ut, washed up, still rapping How can I call you a has been, you never have been The most wanted, most boasts but don't want it The flows rugged, please know I'm cold blooded This ho done it about to get his dome crushed in With these words I'm sick, you ain't even got a nose running p**y a** artificial [?] Trying to brag you some kind of f**ing central [?] But, you don't really think that I'm impressed with that do you I win your wack a** title and give it back to you Cause it's nothing you still hitting me given me praise You face me wait, n***a is your weed laced You too old for this dawg you's a freed slave You album and Shyne Po got the same release date You loosing it, I'm bruising lips with this music sh** You gotta get used to it And now I'm abusing this f**ing stupid trick from Houston Excuse my french but you's a b**h You's predictable, you joke that I'm half white (Yeah, yeah) That's nice still don't change the fact that you rap like You back on the crack pipe, f*ggots a sad sight f*g type, sticking flashlights up your a** pipe You wanted beef so I'm dishing it out son Before the bout's beginning I'm predicting the outcome Step in the ring n***a with or without gloves You be throwing the towel the beginning of round one And I ain't got no sympathy for you neither This battles a time out, I'm getting a breather You easier than 1, 2, 3 your f**ing weak raps Just like my girlfriend, i know i can beat that [Outro] What n***a? Your whole sets blown I f** around and put you in a rest home I'm professional, this sh** is boot camp I'm a 100 dollar bill you's a food stamp Ravenous the f*ggot, the senior citizen with a bad back A ma**ive limp from his plastic hip You never could be as nice This n***a used to have a rap group with Jesus Christ