J. Cole - Head Bussa lyrics

[Intro: J.Cole] Now do I roll up, get higher? Or po' up, get tired? Do I roll up, get higher? Or po' up, get tired? [Verse 1] Okay, I'm back on a mission To pay my tuition Got loans out the a** What you know 'bout my past? I was so late for cla** Hit the probate, get trashed Fell asleep off the Henny Back in '08 I crashed With my foot on the gas Thank the Lord I'm still here sponsored links No insurance so now I'm racin' home on first gear On that morn' I shed tears Asking what I'm doing here? I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the f**in' flu in here But yet I'm just chillin' like I'm back on the yard My n***as say I'm the truth and when I rap they applaud That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source It's like I'm tryna get the head, but she's just jackin' me off I needed more Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store Put my feet on floor Borrow money from mi amor Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour She held you down, now you out here f**in' 'round [Bridge: J.Cole] Now this is for my broke n***as, rich n***as (What?) Gold diggers, Crys sippers (What?) Cold n***a, flow sicker (What?) Muthaf**a, I'm a f**in' head bussa go [Hook: J. Cole] Coming down on the strip looking in the whip Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold Learn from me, f** b**hes, burn money Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old But errthing glitter aint gold The gra** aint greener I've been told She told, you want your cake and eat it too I said its cake, thats what your supposed to do [Verse 2: J.Cole] Okay, my grammy just died Im too broke, to goat She askin my fear, but she close to know Got trust issues, I;m trying Where I come from? I don't know I just block out the pain Blow the f** up, get dough See I thought that would it help, turns out its worse My girl want her first child, my label wont work out My mama dont see unless I'm on TV I pray she don't break down She strong but, she need me [Verse 3: J.Cole] They k**ed Saddam, now I wonder who's sane? How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne? Old chick callin', but I'm onto new thangs She still a dime, but I always lose change Young Simba, went from bottom of the food chain to a few chains In a new Range She tellin' me so much has happened Would've thought you changed We aint f** in nine months its safe to say I'm due man [Bridge] [Hook]