NoRoleModelz

No Role Modelz - Tribute to J. Cole - Billboard Masters

Lyrics by：Billboard Masters

Composed by：Billboard Masters

First things first rest in peace Uncle Phil Phil

For real you the only father that I ever knew

I get my b***h pregnant I'ma be a better you

Prophecies that I made way back in the Ville Ville Ville fulfilled

Listen even back when we was broke my team ill

Martin Luther king woulda been on Dreamville

Talk to a n***a

One time for my LA sisters

One time for my LA hoes

Lame n***as can't tell the difference

One time for a n***a who know

Don't save her she don't wanna be saved

Don't save her she don't wanna be saved

Don't save her she don't wanna be saved

Don't save her she don't wanna be saved

No role models and I'm here right now

No role models to speak of

Searchin' through my memory my memory I couldn't find one

Last night I was gettin' my feet rubbed

By the baddest b***h not Trina but I swear to God

This b***h'll make you call your girl up

And tell her hey what's good

Sorry I'm never comin' home I'ma stay for good

Then hang the phone up and proceed to lay the wood

I came fast like 9-1-1 in white neighborhoods

Ain't got no shame 'bout it

She think I'm spoiled and I'm rich

'Cause I can have any b***h

I got defensive and said nah I was the same without it

But then I thought back back to a better me

Before I was a B-list celebrity

Before I started callin' b***hes b***hes so heavily

Back when you could get a platinum plaque without no melody

You wasn't sweatin' me

One time for my LA sisters

One time for my LA hoes

Lame n***as can't tell the difference

One time for a n***a who know

Don't save her she don't wanna be saved

Don't save her she don't wanna be saved

Don't save her she don't wanna be saved

Don't save her she don't wanna be saved

I want a real love dark skinned Aunt Viv love

That Jada and that will love

That leave a toothbrush at your crib love

And you ain't gotta wonder whether that's your kid love

N***a I don't want no b***h from reality shows

Out-of-touch-with-reality hoes

Out in Hollywood bringin' back five or six hoes

F**k 'em then we kick 'em to the do'

N***a you know how it go

She deserved that she a bird it's a bird trap

You think if I didn't rap she would flirt back

Takin' off her skirt let her wear my shirt 'fore she leave

I'ma need my shirt back n***a you know how it go

One time for my LA sisters

One time for my LA hoes