J. Cole - VIII lyrics

4 inch heels strong Got three kids And they dad gone Pills got the girl The k** zone Up in the club But the kids home Letting every n***a Get they feel on Dollars in the air State fair Climbing up a pole like stairs Slide back down like square She'on care In order to use it She need the music Momma gave it to her Her daddy abused it Eyes wide shut For the haters No chaser No ice Turn out the lights This is her life She already promised She won't tell nobody Ain't even for the money She love everybody Don't Really like attention Do it for favor So even tho it's rains She don't need ya paper And that's f**ed up Her mood s**s And my pockets low Oh no It's time to go Take her to A B with some friends Let's see some magic That all depends If she want the D In need for change She like the ones I see some 10s Look at they a** Really can't pa** What's all the fuss Come roll with us I want to touch This is a rush Really can't trust But I need to bust When I do Gotta run Back to getting rich And please, no phone calls Stay the f** off my dick