Weed 'Em Out Lyrics

You know my brother used to explain to me back in the day

Why his circle used to be so small

And I used to tell myself

Every day

Why mine should be too

I think I gotta get back to that

I’m the Token child

42 on my back and I’m on the Dodgers

Feeling like Neo

Got shots

I’m a dodge ‘em

No hiding my truth, no Hillary Rodham

Feeling like Ash, caught the haters, I got ‘em

On some Drake Fake Love shit

They vibe change everyday thinkin that they run shit

And I love it when they think they above shit

But they bump this shit behind closed doors

'Cause they know that they want this

So I’m tryna understand why they front this

Lennon-jealous 'cause their shit don’t hit

Gettin' their fellas tryna get me to quit

Tryna hate instead of tryna spit

And like a boxing match with they hands behind they back

I’m comin with the dumb hits

I see the

(Snakes in my grass

Mower’s out, cuttin' up they ass)

I got

(Snakes in my grass

Mower’s out, cuttin' up they ass)

Haters in my present and past

I wanna leave 'em here and there

But I know they never gonna last

Tryna stick with me here and there

My fans think this is soul food

And for the rest, I bet this’ll troll you

Got hands I bet you'll fold too

I warned you that I’m gonna own you

It just doesn’t settle with them that I’m just doin what I’m s’posed to

Tryna be the water to oust my fire, but I’m sayin

That is what you won’t do

So, I got to

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

(Yeah)

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

('Cause I gotta)

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

They praying on my downfall

Tried to take my legs and I still crawled

Tried to knock me down but I stand tall

I got grace so I won’t fall

No

Just backup

Tryna step to me 'cause you sacked up

But I’m a run you outta every town

You better keep that stick on your shoulder packed up

Bitch

I know we’ve had our differences but that’s bullshit, it ain’t important

All bullshit aside, I'm proud of him, he come a long way

I'm finna snap

'Cause I got the power

Feelin J. Cole

A nigga High for Hours

They settin' all the traps

Then hide and cower

'Cause my sauce is kinda bold

Like sweet and sour

I said I’m starting to feel tall

I could swear that my knee grows

Cuz I’m just tryna ball with my fam and my negroes

Not with these land-ridden Nemo’s

So thirsty, needin’ H-Three-O

Can’t spare no food, no C-notes

I see a lot of open mouths, but there's some I gotta choose

That I can’t turn to feed those

They told me

Stick to the nine to five

Stick to the lower drive

No

(Oh, I)

I'm sick of the other guys

Stirring up another guise

Woah

(Yeah, yeah)

But I bet it’s silence if I stuck a stick right between your eyes

I'm not about that life

But get me mad

You’ll be surprised

I'm a die for my girl and the music, watch me

I'm thinkin martyr, you thinkin Kamikaze

I'm the greased up deaf guy, and you thinkin you caught me

I can’t sellout, can’t say that they bought me

You don’t belong on a disk even though you floppy

Can’t be original because you copy

Gonna have to pop me

As far as I’m concerned, it’s the only way to stop me

(A'ight)

(Snakes in my grass

Mower’s out, cuttin' up they ass)

I got

(Snakes in my grass

Mower’s out, cuttin' up they ass)

Haters in my present and past

I wanna leave 'em here and there

But I know they never gonna last

Tryna stick with me here and there

My fans think this is soul food

And for the rest, I bet this’ll troll you

Got hands I bet you'll fold too

I warned you that I’m gonna own you

It just doesn’t settle with them that I’m just doin what I’m s’posed to

Tryna be the water to oust my fire, but I’m sayin

That is what you won’t do

So, I got to

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

(Yeah)

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

('Cause I gotta)

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

Weed 'em out

They praying on my downfall

Tried to take my legs and I still crawled

Tried to knock me down but I stand tall

I got grace so I won’t fall

No

Just backup

Tryna step to me 'cause you sacked up

But I’m a run you outta every town

You better keep that stick on your shoulder packed up

Bitch

I mean, look where he's at now

That's motivatin' as hell to me

He been chasing his dream for so long