Blow For Blow Lyrics – Tee Grizzley

Read the full Blow For Blow lyrics by Tee Grizzley along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tee Grizzley's music, you can also explore Rick Jameski and They Shot At Trump, two other songs by Tee Grizzley.

[Intro: J. Cole]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Uh

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Blow for blow, Cole flow just prestigious
Sweats and tees, no unnecessary accessories, the GOAT just from features
Proceed with throat-cut procedures
He look rich, but he broke, just egregious
Don't trust rappers, ho, trust in Jesus
Whole team approach Costa Rica
And coast on boats, getting throat from top models
They pop s*it, my clique pop bottles
I sip orange juice in the VIP, watching the clock tick
Perform a couple of hits and then I dip
Six figures richer than when I entered
Cole world, Mr. I Got a Temper
I stay hot, doing numbers like K-Pop
BTS in the flesh while they flop
And I laugh all the way to the Deutsche bank
Stay the fu*k out my lane, avoid the paint
I'm really him, Bruce Jenner, boy just ain't
I'm boisterous, loud boos for crews from mad voices, it's like your team's making the choice to take
L after L, I got to laugh
Y'all look like James Todd Smith autograph
Maybe that's why your b!tch dropped the math
Go against the squad and get chopped in half

[Chorus: J. Cole, Tee Grizzley, J. Cole & Tee Grizzley]
Now, who hot? Who not? (Who?)
Tell me, who flopped? Who sell out the tours? (Me)
Who rap with trap n!ggas that wet up your doors?
Who go harder than them and never let off before? (Me)
Who got your wh*re poking her head out the door?
Getting paid every week like he did all his chores (Me)
Life's a b!tch, I'm rich 'til I divorce, yeah
If the s*it go left, I'm pulling bread out the floor (GG)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Okay, chain nastier than cow manure, bust down my shooter, saw more wires than a b0mb defuser
Take a jet to the jungle, was healing my soul, I done seen my n!ggas froze, filled up with embalming fluid
I still did numbers in this game (I did)
Only thing changed is the tail numbers on the plane (Jet)
Retired drug dealer, bust chain, watch plain
I don't do drügs, but, baby, I don't judge, do your thing (That's all you)
I'm a king, you won't see me drop no tears (Uh-uh)
Back-to-back white coupes, b!tch, it's looking like veneers (White)
Came in this game thinking n!ggas was my peers
S*it damn near broke my heart, I ain't know they was that weird (Lame-ass n!ggas)
N!ggas give you they word, they be breaking that so easily (Damn)
Can't do that in streets 'cause eventually, you seeing me (What's up?)
That's why I be in the crib, gaming on DND
'Cause you can't play with me and I not let you see the beast in me (Fu*k)
Cole say in Fayetteville they go, "Ayy, ayy, ayy" (What up?)
Fact he fu*k me with me like that, it make up for them rainy days (No cap)
Can't be on the court, NBA coach'll take my game away (Which one?)
Catch you on that freeway, we reenacting Training Day (Brrt)
You hear me? Who ain't rocking with me?
Tell 'em to start from zero, then make it out of the D (Go do that)
Remember being young, seeing pops rocking up kis (Bricks)
Saw bodies on streets, now I'm tryna put bodies in seats (Let's go on tour)
You hear me? Hold up, who ain't rocking with me? (Who?)
Tell 'em to play with they life, fumble they college degree (Go do that)
Tell 'em to face all that time and still be solid as me (Go do that)
Do years in prison and drop a hit the day I release (Go do that, n!gga)
You hear me? Ayy, unc', I got ahead of them n!ggas
I should've listened, I turned back and tried to rescue them n!ggas (Should've listened)
Sick you started hating 'cause I got ahead of you, n!gga (B!tch)
I ain't tripping, that s*it ain't gon' stop this cheddar, my n!gga, you hear me? (G7)

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Now, who hot? Who not?, yeah
Tell me, who flopped? Who sell out the tours? (Me)
Who rap with trap n!ggas that wet up your doors?
Who go harder than them and never let off before? (Me)
Who got your wh*re poking her head out the door?
Getting paid every week like he did all his chores (Me)
Life's a b!tch, I'm rich 'til I divorce, yeah
If the s*it go left, I'm pulling bread out the floor
Now, who hot? Who not?, yeah
Tell me, who flopped? Who sell out the tours? (Me)
Who rap with trap n!ggas that wet up your doors?
Who go harder than them and never let off before? (Me)
Who got your wh*re poking her head out the door?
Getting paid every week like he did all his chores (Me)
Life's a b!tch, I'm rich 'til I divorce, yeah
If the s*it go left, I'm pulling bread out the floor