Poor Thang Lyrics – J. Cole

Read the full Poor Thang 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 Legacy and WHO TF IZ U, two other songs by J. Cole.

[Chorus]
Poor thang, young pup's playing war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Poor thang, young pup's playing war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain

[Verse 1]
Picture my soul climbing out of infinite holes
Where n!ggas die over pride and live for the dough
If I survive, then I strive to hit with the flow
Hoping these waves will pay, but the ripple is slow
And I'm conflicted with no digits to show
But fantasies of frivolous hoes gripping this pole
The temperature's low
But you know that ain't stopping lil' n!gga for sliding, like thе tires on the whip in the snow
This is for surе, I'm tip-toeing around the abyss with sticks blowing
Piss poor with intentions to glimpse
The wrist glowing, face, tits, for rent, owing
Fist clenched when n!ggas diss, but since knowing
Lives expire when n!ggas pride gets higher
And the vocal range aside, but rise vocal chain, uh
My road to fame is right with spikes and broken lanes and tolls I can't afford, but I won't complain
I know the more I gotta struggle, is the more I gain
Post-traumatic-stress on an immature brain
Leaves another corpse, young pup playing war games
Now he's handcuffed, old lady sayin "Poor thang"

[Chorus]
Poor thang, young pup's playing war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Poor thang, young pup's playing war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain

[Bridge]
You wanna snitch?
You wanna run your mouth?
You want some gang to stretch you all over your house?
We'll set this b!tch off, set this b!tch off
We'll set this b!tch off, set this b!tch off
You wanna-

[Verse 2]
Here go a song that gives a s*it off, put my stunt on
This n!gga back home been talking slick and I done heard him
You get your name going, n!ggas like that gon' throw they dirt on
You make you some calls, n!ggas gon' act like you ain't earn 'em
He talk like he live, but I remember him from High School
Man, deep down inside know he a b!tch, I wanna hurt him
I know that's my pride, I carry it just like a burden
When egos is flaring, beware that's when they close the curtain
It's when they close the curtain (Put your hands up)
It's when they close the curtain (You pull out a gun, n!gga?)
It's when they close the curtain (You pull out a gun, n!gga?)
It's when they close the curtain (Yo, yo, chill, chill, you gon' shoot me?)
Don't pull out no pistol, run me my fade
Come get your issue, no one gets sprayed
Win or you lose, get to fight another day
And if I take an L, I won't feel no way
Plenty nights a n!gga didn't eat, punk b!tch
Rent owed, damn near was on the street, punk b!tch
Weren't no Western Union, so you were not needed, punk b!tch
All of the sudden now I'm buzzing, oh, now it's beef, punk b!tch
Gonna pop off, get fu*ked by your mystique, punk b!tch
I knew you way before you was acting street, punk b!tch
Started rolling with n!ggas that's packing heat, punk b!tch
You more like me than them n!ggas, you still a geek, punk b!tch
You can't hide it with tattoos on your physique, punk b!tch
And that lingo you added, ain't how you speak, punk b!tch
And you grew up with both your parents to teach, punk b!tch
So how the fu*k all of the sudden, you turning G? Punk b!tch
You a slave to the peer pressure, you weak, punk b!tch
You ain't claiming no real section, your street weren't lit
Man, your s*it look like mine, with hella tree trunks, b!tch
Move to Forest Hill Drive and it was peace for a bit
'Til domestic turned violent, then a key just switched
In the back of my mind, I gotta be something, b!tch
That's when I started rhyming and making beats, son of' b!tch
Way before you was lying 'bout touching keys, son' of b!tch
Heard you say I ain't real, that's your belief, huh? B!tch
Well, look, I'm back in the 'Ville, so we can see, punk b!tch
Gonna shoot me the fade when we meet, punk b!tch
And don't be bringing no hammers, nah, don't cheat, punk b!tch
Nah, don't cheat, punk b!tch
Tryna lean on that s*it, n!gga, I want my fu*king head up
Punk b!tch
Punk b!tch

[Chorus]
Poor thang, young pup's playing war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Poor thang, young pup's playing war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain

[Outro]
Don't pull out no pistol, run me my fade
Come get your issue, no one gets sprayed
Win or you lose, get to fight another day
And if I take an L, I won't feel no way
'Cause I do lots of things

[Interlude]
Hey, what's up? Hey what's up
Hey, what's up?
Yo, what's good?
Hey
Hey, what's up? What's up, how you been?
Nah, fu*k
Your call has been forwarded to voicemail
The person you're trying to reach-
Fu*k