Chords for J.Cole - Grew Up Fast

[E] _ _ _ Sometimes I think about it [G#] and my poor [B] heart wants to die about [E] it. _
_ [A] About the sweet love I lost and the way I got double, double [C#] tossed by a guy who was my [F] friend.
I see him now in [F#m] the end but I pretend [A] I'm doing fine [B] when I'm about to lose my mind.
[E] _ _ _ [F#m] Nigga I grew up fast, then blew up fast.
Money falling out my pockets, I got too much cash.
Can't fit nothing in her pocket, she got too much ass, like [E] God damn.
Well if you [A] must ask, we [F#m] from the school of hard knocks, but your crew cut class.
Half white but don't think I got a clue, plucks pants.
When I'm up in the V, police be fucking [E] with me.
No cert, no license, all I got here is this fucking [A] degree.
Move along cocksucker, ain't nothing to see.
Unless you talking blockbusters, you niggas is not Russell, you more Diggy.
Me I'm more Biggie, no diss to [E] the young boy, I'm just rapping, get bored [F#m] quickly.
Just to make up for that line, invite him on tour with me.
Show him the game, let him finagle these whores with me.
Run through they doors with me, hit the rich cars for the night.
[E] Leave him there with two dykes, probably change [F#m] a nigga life right.
What up Vanessa, I loved you that one semester.
Thanks to my profession, I ball like Uncle Fester.
Thinking about the board I used to have above the [E] dresser.
Half the shit I wrote down, I did it and [A] sold now.
[F#m] Got new goals, plus my money on my new boat.
Funny how my old highs is suddenly my new lows.
Tired of every chick saying she models, for she swallows.
[E] So I only fuck with hat tricks, bitches [F#m] with a few goals. _
Bitches with a few goals, hat trick nigga.
Bitches with a few goals, niggas keep asking me how I feel.
How you [E] feel?
It's cold.
Listen nigga, [F#m] look, look, not even slightly interested in what your opinion is.
I got a greater purpose than I hate a purpose.
I'm a stack paper, hustle just to relax later.
[E] Serve niggas and bring change, that's the way to [A] purpose.
Look how I made them nervous, niggas [F#m] is shaking, I know they faking.
Okay, you a killer right, and Miss Cleo's Jamaican.
And Bob Marley is Haitian, and me and Beyonce dating.
[E] And Jesus Christ be hating, got mad [F#m] love from Satan.
For fuckers annihilating while Megan Good is waiting.
I'm the deadbeat father of your little brother.
In other words, god damn it, I'm a bad motherfucker, [E] it's cold.
It's only right I brought [C#] back the soul, y'all got way [D] too electro.
Damn near techno, halfway [F#m] homo, way too metro.
Hennessy XO, cold flow special.
[E] Style like Tribe Called Quest [F#m] meets Death Row.
Learn something boy, grow your ass up.
Cheap nigga, if you was lick, I'd probably throw your ass up.
Matter of fact, if you was grass, I'd probably mow your [E] ass up.
Last call for you old niggas, don't pour your [F#m] last cup, it's cold.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cold world.
_ This nigga Eve, fucker, _ he's [E] a bitch.
_ [A] He told me to talk shit to y'all niggas, so I'ma talk my shit.
[E] _ Dream girl in the building, [A] I know what y'all want me to talk about,
what y'all want me to discuss, but [E] we'll get to that later, them bitch ass niggas.
_ [A] My nigga Big Sean in the building, [E] my nigga Kaniyia on the beat.
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Y'all niggas got double, [E] double, double, double, double cross.
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