Pricey Lyrics – J. Cole ft. Gucci Mane

[Chorus: Young Dro, Young Dro & J. Cole]
Reach my dog for his sh!t, get dicey
Shining now, you never seen a clique get icy
Watchin’ my step, tryna look just like me
N!gga, you can try, but this sh!t get pricy
N!gga,  you can try, but this sh!t get pricy
N!gga,  you can try, but this sh!t get pricy
N!gga, you can try, but this sh!t get pricy
N!gga, you can try, but this sh!t—

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Uh!
Climbed up out the trenches as a shorty with intentions
To switch my whip as much as Rick and Morty switch dimensions
Never really known for dressing gaudy, b!tch, 'cause listen
Where I’m from, the bullets feed the ones that's starving for attention
She say he hella smart, I would've swore he went to Princeton
Not quite, but it's thе school of life that taught me death prеvention
That's why I barely panic when the hammers, they be blamming
No mechanics, but they snuck inside the party with wrenches
I think fast 'cause n!ggas that be tardy get detention
Your soul lookin’ down over your body in suspension
The critics, they be on me, but they all be disingenuous
B!tch, I came up ’round addiction, seen like forty interventions
Your sh!t ain't addin’ up, know you a phoney, checked your image
Rapping tough, but all them n!ggas in your audience is b!tches
And white boys mostly, n!ggas know a verse from Cole be like a signed Michael Jordan rookie card in mint condition
The farthest thing from harbor sh!t, be honest with me, listen
You know if I want it, I be John Gotti with the henchmen, right?
I mean, it's simple math, a bit of cash can get a n!gga bag
But that don't make you big and bad, just mean you rich and mad
N!gga, your pillow soft, so kill the boss talk
Me to you’s a cyanide pill to a lil' cough drop
This the Ville, filled of hard knocks, they selling hard rock
More plugs than these n!ggas use to fill a bald spot
And kill 'em all and fill a morgue up
I got bars forever, n!gga, never will a call drop
No hammer like a mall cop
Still the hardest n!gga on the planet earth from January first until the ball drop

[Pre-Chorus: Ari Lennox]
Yeah, he climbed out the grapeville, that's gangster
He missed meals to make mills, that's gangster
The came back and gave back, that's gangster
Same chick from way back, he's gangster

[Chorus: Young Dro, Young Dro & J. Cole]
Reach my dog for his sh!t, get dicey
Shining now, you never seen a clique get icy
Watching my step, tryna look just like me
N!gga, you can try, but this sh!t get pricy
N!gga, you can try, but this sh!t get pricy
N!gga, you can try, but this sh!t get pricy
N!gga, you can try, but this sh!t get pricy
N!gga, you can try

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Uh, just hit the paper and roll you a spliff
I'm lit, b!tch, I'm lit
Just like the Vegas strip, blowing through chips
I'm rich, b!tch, I'm rich
Dave Chapelle on his latest Netflix
Go 'head, try to cancel my sh!t
I'll still be on stage with my hand on my d!ck
Seventeen thousand all jamming my hits
These are ridiculous times
Lately, my biggest addiction been looking online
Where somebody's always offended, I'm sick of this crying
N!ggas is dying, victims of time
Self-inflicted, we sick in the mind
What's with the gossip?
If you really handled your business
Then you wouldn't have so much interest in mines
Breaking news, I've officially entered my prime
Which is real interesting, this is the point where a rapper would typically start to decline
Somehow I climbed
Right when you thought I was fine, we're running a little behind
Nipsey was trying to tell you this a marathon
Only listen to Minister Farrakhan
Oh my God, it just hit me, it's terrifying
I'm a star like the sh!t on the sheriff sign
If time was really money, I could purchase like two thousand bricks with my spare time
All praises due to my God
Dark days is too far behind
I part ways with the struggle, my hustle gone always keep the squad paid
All labor, no off days 'cause the money don't sleep
And due to the focus, I couldn't even go broke if I spend like five-hundred a week
And talk is cheap, I got a short receipt, can tell by your heart, you weak
One thing 'bout this money, it's easy to get it, but trust me, n!gga, it's hard to keep

[Pre-Chorus: Ari Lennox]
Yeah, he climbed out the grapeville, that's gangster
He missed meals to make mills, that's gangster
The came back and gave back, that's gangster
Same chick from way back, he gangster

[Chorus: Young Dro, Young Dro & J. Cole]
Reach my dog for his sh!t, get dicey
Shining now, you never seen a clique get icy
Watching my step, tryna look just like me
N!gga, you can try, but this sh!t get pricy
N!gga, you can try, but this sh!t get pricy
N!gga, you can try, but this sh!t get pricy
N!gga, you can try, but this sh!t get pricy
N!gga, you can try

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
The trials and tribulations of creation
It's a quiet theme for those in dire need of elevation
One minute, infatuation
Next minute, hating every statement you making
Constant contemplation
Yearning for ...?
Search every nook and cranny for inspiration
Step outside for better ventilation
Smoke some
Hope some comes from the stimulation
Through it all, stay patient
Get in tune with God for when lightning strikes
It's He who decides
We from a crueler side, where the youth get euthanized
Small fries get suicide for moving pies
All our blind eyes get turned from suit and ties
The truth it lie somewhere in the middle
Of half-as* robbers and cap-as* crockers on Capital Hill
Ain't no protection for hearts that get spilled
When sharing with the world can get killed
Use your discretion
Do believe or not to believe, that is the question
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