J. Cole - True Love Lyrics
[Chorus]Ayo, paper, green or chedder, cheese or breadThe cream is better, cake niggas fiend to get a piece of this American dreamIt seems it's sunken to where this money is all they in love withLike paper, green or chedder, cheese or breadThe cream is better, cake niggas fiend to get a piece of this American dreamIt seems it's sunken to where this money is all they in love with[Verse 1]Yo, Tasha, a fox but, been round the block cause niggas jock herThe wannabe model she dating mobstersBeen involved with street kids to kingpinsGot a thing for the bad boysThat's how she meets him, see him is cat named blackReal name Jack James, stacks changeReal big in the crack gameShe's seen that Range and she's seen that chainThe bling made the dame wanna give up her last nameShe was wit, but he was pimp like, just like Ike wasTreated her like it was the Fight ClubHit her with rights, blood drippin' on white rugBy the end of the night, they would kiss and she was iced upLong as he kept her iced up, she piped downHit her off with a little pipe to mic bounceDown south where a nigga wouldn't return for days or weeksShe was too afraid to cheatSo you ain't even gotta askAs long as she got a Prada bagOr an Armani exchange skirt showing a lot of assShe's good, living the life, she's ballin'too bad she picked the wrong nigga to get involved withSee the nigga black had problems and enemiesAnd snake niggas is friends only pretend to beAnd cats is out for his head, he caught in some shitJust watch how Tasha gets tossed in the mix[Chorus][Verse 2]Now Black owed money and when it comes to this money, trust meYou can't tip toe with nobody cause niggas will do insane things to get they creamWon't even speak, let the bullets explain thingsThat's how it is, paybacks a ***** right especially if you didn't pay backNiggas is sick like, run up in your crib like “***** where's the bread at?â€Â“You got a week to get it, don't got it, you'll regret itâ€ÂFunny I said it cause Jack's in the same exact predicamentGot a foot in the grave and still digging itOwe some niggas money with no intentions of giving itThem niggas is sending warnings, he isn't listeningTomorrow morning they buss in his front doorAnd a swarm of mutha*****ers with guns drawn coming atOn the hunt for Black, Tasha gets smackedBut Jack's gone a whole week before he gets back butNiggas is through waiting, they been too patient alreadyThey ain't recieved a *****ing pennySo they called a nigga upTold him if he doesn't get the doughAnd give it up n the next 6 hours, his ***** is *****edBut, hold up!The nigga Black answers with “So What!â€Â“I gives a *****, shoot the hoe up, still won't show upâ€ÂHung the phone up, toss it back and she knewSorry baby girl, this is what chedder can do!
