Two Six Lyrics – J. Cole

Read the full Two Six lyrics by J. Cole from the album The Fall-Off along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Chorus]
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas—

[Verse 1]
If I wasn’t rapping, b!tch, I might just be the president

Pleas with the begging, that s*it dwindling your relevance
We know your s*it is dropping, we ain’t copping what you selling us
B!tch, you was good in school, why you hiding your intelligence?
I remember when you was getting A’s, now you failing us
Playing hard for the white boys that can’t tell the diff’
Caught a lot of bodies, so my closet, it got skeletons
Don’t believe me? Call your favorite rapper for the evidence
Rolls Royce, please don’t sell these rappers no more Cullinans
They unoriginal and plus I know they don’t be budgeting
Come in, boy, I’m sonning them, they know I’m really one of them
Two six, lotta screws loose with my brudda’nem
He got a speech impediment from choppers he be cuddling
He say he like the way that s*it be s-s-s-s-stuttering
When I’m in the city, b!tches screaming out my government
When I’m in the city, b!tches screaming— (Jermaine, ayy-ayy)
Outcast, I was never cast out
I’m a small fish from a pond where they crash out (Ayy-ayy)
Slim eyes ‘fore a n!gga getting to this cash route
Like a rap b!tch going plat’ without her ass out (Ayy-ayy)

[Refrain]
When you see your n!gga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)
Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)
If you spot a ‘Ville n!gga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)
It’s a real good chance he’s a—

[Chorus]
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild

[Verse 2]
B!tch, I be low on purpose, big hoodie, double XL
N!ggas be saying I’m humble as hell, not knowing I’m bougie
I got standards, n!gga, I damn near can’t even stay at the manor, n!gga
That s*it feel old to me, my cribs, they never get sold to me
Them b!tches get built for me
Like cheerleaders, I’m stepping on these n!ggas skillfully
And I don’t want ’em to kill for me and I don’t want nobody getting killed for me
N!gga, that s*it lame, then again, I guess that’s your lane
In the nineties it was crack coc*ine, nowadays it’s clout and fame
N!ggas is gassed, going viral off hate and s*it a disgrace
Y’all ain’t even getting no bags
Y’all call ’em bags, but my type of bags, they can’t even fit in the back
I’m the future of this rap s*it, n!gga, fu*k everything that I did in the past
I’m blowing it out the water, if the times get hard, I just go harder, n!gga

[Chorus]
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch (I said I just go harder, n!gga)
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild, b!tch
Two six n!ggas wild (Ayy-ayy)

[Refrain]
When you see your n!gga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)
Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)
If you spot a ‘Ville n!gga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)
It’s a real good chance he’s a dawg (Ayy-ayy)

[Outro]
The sky was covered by clouds like the color of the smoke
I couldn’t see the Sun, I couldn’t see the Sun
But I come to a glimmer of hope
A thousand miles from Heaven and a block away from the slums
Adjacent to the hood just like the pointer is to the thumb
Some days I had to use ’em both for picking up them crumbs
To place upon my tongue knowing the hunger would not numb
Be careful of the devil and the melodies you hum
Smiling, going viral while infecting all of the young
I was lost back then, I was blind, deaf and dumb, huh
But I knew I’d find me a way
Fell off and fell on my face
But I knew I’d find a way