BRONX ZOO FREESTYLE Lyrics – J. Cole

Read the full BRONX ZOO FREESTYLE lyrics by J. Cole from the album BIRTHDAY BLIZZARD ’26 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy J Cole’s music, you can also explore GOLDEN GOOSE FREESTYLE and WINTER STORM FREESTYLE, two other songs by J Cole.

[Intro: DJ Clue]
Yeah, DJ Clue
Desert Storm, aight
We gon’ set s*it off
You know how we do things, word
Hahahahahahaha

[Verse: J. Cole, The Notorious B.I.G. & DJ Clue]
And if a ‘Rari or Lamb truck switching wide lanes (One)
Top down screaming, now them n!ggas all lame (One two)
Came up from the mud puddles, then it all changed (Check me out right here, yo)
Living Ghetto Fab like my brother named Paul Cain

Somewhere ‘long the way, I hate to say we lost shame (You can turn the track up a little bit for me)
Grown men peddling gossip of all things (All up in my ears)
I remembеr when it was rapping and ball-playing (The mic is loud, but the music isn’t loud)
Now thе bread and butter is yapping and parlaying
Aw man, your name’s a big conversation, yeah
Max deals for Luka Dončić lobbing to Ayton, yeah
Know, nowadays you can make a grip commentating (Yeah, now the mic is low now, turn the mics up some more)
If you master two skills: either d!ck riding or hating (Turn that s*it all the way up, yeah)
Just look around, the hating and the d!ck riding is blatant
Tell Mama your ticket to finally live out of her basement
Was found in one magical word and it’s engagement (Uh-huh)
And nothing brings that like drama, you might wanna (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Personally, I don’t write comments, I write commas
Withdrawals, from pictures the pen draws, The Fall-Off
They wanna know if this is the end-all, be-all (Clueminati)
To this rap game, he’s trained in CPR (Get ready!)
I’m a whole new breed for those that wonder who he think he is
That thunder at night that wake up the sleepyheads
Just when you thought that your boy was completely dead
Boom, walked out that tomb like Matthew said that Jesus did
With the whole game on his shoulders, not even straining to hold it
I can spin it ’round my fingers and bowl it
When I write, it’s like I’m guided by the angels, I noticed
It’s like the ghost of Christopher Wallace had came in and wrote it
First name Jermaine and it’s goated

Never once has fame been the motive, far from it
Respect first, next up my net worth
The best verse belongs to the n!gga that should live in the Bronx Zoo
I stomp through on some King Kong s*it
Long ding-dong s*it, pause
I rinsed off the sauce y’all got lost in
All this false flossing, dawg, it’s exhausting right?
I hate these rappers like I’m Charleston Whit
et all the writers, the authors
It’s hard to write as hard as the god does
Y’all toddlers to me, stop bothering me
Young Simba, some n!ggas threw some hate my way
But only thing they should say is, “Cole, you like a father to me”
The top ain’t really what I thought it would be
And so I jumped off and landed back at the bottom
And restarted at a level where I wasn’t regarded as much
Just to climb past them again and tell ’em all to keep up
I love it
Truly, I’m aging backwards
In the sandboxes, I play with trappers
The K’s pop like Asian rappers
The bullets graze the Afros
Piercing through front doors
And left holes in a baby mama’s favorite bathroom
Uh, thank God no one was home
I’m so in the zone
Might wake up at four in the morning
Start mowing the lawn, discover the snakes
Pull up to your place and go in alone
Creep to your room, put four in your dome
If your girl scream, tell the queen, “B!tch, lower your tone”
Ay, matter of fact, go on your phone
Add me on IG
I used to be top, see
The apology dropped me way out of the top three
No problem, I’m probably my best when they doubt me
Watch me, watch me

[Outro: DJ Clue]
DJ Clue
Desert Storm (DJ Clue)
J. Cole, ha