Old Dog Lyrics – J. Cole

Read the full Old Dog 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. If you enjoy J Cole’s music, you can also explore Life Sentence and Only You, two other songs by J Cole.

[Intro: J. Cole]
Ring, ring, who the fu*k is that?
It’s a 9-1-0 number, so you know a n!gga zapped (Ha)
NC state, .26 weight (Ha)
That’s where I was running plays (Yeah, n!gga, 26, ha)
Let’s get blazed, don’t get sprayed (Y’know what I mean? But it’s all sorts of (??) city, (??) city, n!gga)
That’s where I was ducking strays
Yeah (Carolina s*it)

[Chorus: J. Cole]
2=6 was the blueprint, yeah, it made me
Old dog with some new tricks, atta baby

No more record deal, yeah, I’m fresh up out of slavery, yeah

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Uh, I’m back home for the time being
C-O-L-E stayed up, N.C, that’s where you’ll find me in
Right off of 95, we had a little town meeting
Down in the ‘Villе, if you real, then you can chime in
Now rеal don’t mean that you got paper or you ride Benz
Or selling white to all yo’ clients that don’t mind skiing
Now being real to me, you stand on what the fu*k you do
We on the map, we in Atlanta, but we snuck on through
I had a plan, put on the land, I got accustomed to
It’s so precarious, so much random n!ggas clutching tools
It’s nothing new, they carry hammers into public schools
Heard— talking down, but then it’s fu*k him too
It’s nothing new, b!tch, we been hated for a long while
Before I blew, b!tch, we was known as the problem child
A Carolina, bear in mind, we never had s*it
But now the GOAT is from this b!tch, so all that’s past tense
We gas s*it, n!gga

[Chorus: J. Cole]
2-6 was the blueprint, yeah, it made me
Old dog with some new tricks, atta baby
No more record deal, yeah, I’m fresh up out of slavery, yeah

Pay dues, now I want what’s due, n!gga, pay me

[Refrain: Petey Pablo]
Carolina s*it, ho, don’t you forget
Take yo’ fu*king shirt off and just swing it ’round this b!tch
The money is a mindset if you already rich
Take yo’ fu*king shirt off and just swing it ’round this b!tch

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Uh, I had to leave these green palm trees to get it
Said when I got it, I was gon’ bring it back, b!tch and guess what? I did it, uh
Left in the Civic, uh, came back in the Lamb’
Feeling like Tupac in Atlanta, bought me two plots of land
Some would’ve ducked off of my fam’, practice my jumpshot in my trailer
Thinking I’m too big to come home ’cause I got the planet Earth in my head, uh
N!gga, what? I’m on Bragg right now
FPD behind me, he running my tags right now
I can’t be too upset, they got a reason to check
This s*it regular in New York, but the ‘Ville ain’t seen this yet
Now I’m gon’ be who I’m gon’ be regardless of the
Emblem that’s drawn on the key, ‘Ville n!gga put on for N.C
For something that’s hard to believe, shout out the dog Petey Pablo, he did that long before me
I just got home from a tour and I brought my partner with me
Let it run through freaks that stack they dollars
We learned it all on the streets in the V-I-L-L-E

[Refrain: Petey Pablo]
Carolina s*it, ho, don’t you forget
Take yo’ fu*king shirt off and just swing it ’round this b!tch
The money is a mindset if you already rich
Take yo’ fu*king shirt off and just swing it ’round this b!tch

[Chorus: J. Cole]
2-6 was the blueprint, yeah, it made me
Old dog with some new tricks, atta baby
No more record deal, yeah, I’m fresh up out of slavery, yeah
Pay dues, now I want what’s due, n!gga, pay me

[Outro: J. Cole]
N!gga, pay me (Yeah, ha, Tiffany Pines, Fox Fire)
Pay us, n!gga (On my fu*king— ha, hell yeah)
(Louis Heights, Bonnie Dune) ‘Ville s*it, Carolina s*it, n!gga
(Bragg Boulevard, Grays Creek, ha) Rough Friday
(Goddamn, bust the O,

[Percocet] (??) Road) Oldest s*it in the (??)
The Dray Four (Johnson Street), G Boro, show ’em and pick motherfu*king up (Covenant Road, Shaw Road)
Shoutout DaBaby (You feel me?), you feel me, yeah, number ten
(All my boys in the west) Southwest
(South Carolina’s next motherfu*ker) Southwest (To love me, yeah)
It’s the southeast (Charleston, goddamn Greenville)
It’s the southeast (I done been all over this motherfu*ker Florence)
Uh, it’s the southeast (S*it)