Straight out the dungeons of rap where fake n-gga don’t make it back hey, hey, ugh gossip from those that barely knew my name i guess they figured I changed witht his new found fame or this new damn chain I’m in the new damn lane now my money taller than Shaq stacked with two Yao Mings but never mind haters girl I won’t bring you round lames rather bring you round Hov let you meet Bron James sit you up at VIP and let you sip Champagne watch the them jealous hoes peeking mad they just can’t hang if thats the ishh you into this life is funny cause despite the money nothing stops the rain from pouring life aint always bright and sunny nothng stops the pain, you just ignore it and keep fighting hunny so much drive, aint no cop alive can take my license from me I’m swerving on em, fast lane Feyettnaim lifestyle, foot down on the gas man passport tight now, I’m leaving on the last plane balling was my first love you can’t have my last name I said, balling was my first love you can’t have my last name
Yo, you up in some sh-t f-ck cause every word I utter’s intense, you faggot f-cking with this is like punching cement I know your type, you clever with tough talk, you scared to brawl never stepping but your mouth is running marathons it’s hopeless I’m focused, I wont miss any foes wanna oppose get your throat slit you can’t call it, I’m flawless this shit is so sick if I learn from my mistakes I wouldn’t know shit don’t diss even if your boys is deep n-ggas suffer from arthiritis their joints is weak North cats is where the muthaf-ckers turfers at you wack bad but your rhyme even worse than that yo, funny how tables turn in life paid ya dues, earn ya stripes, never be concerned with ice check it out, the more money you pay for it its giving me even more reason to take this sh-t the main event, serving n-ggas the way I run through these herds with these words is disturbing n-ggas so leave it alone I’m zoned, I’m never leaving my throne no need to play games, I’m in a league of my own its Therapist n-ggas dismiss you dick kisses for you to get bigger, slimmer than stick figures you faggots cant stand how much love I get but if you don’t bump my sh-t than suck my dick I’m taking over, I got what it takes to make it over the top you tryna diss me than stop and think it over I’m greater than any n-gga you feeling the most stepped on stage, got arrested for stealing a show muthaf-cker
Yo, my rain in the forecast it’s therapist broadcast, Philly to North C you really don’t want that Therapist and Metaphor n-ggas yo remember the name, remember the game
[Verse 1] Yea, yea, yea, Dear Mrs. Bill Collector I know ya just doing your job, don’t mean to disrespect ya But we’ve been going through this thang since way back I told ya when I get the dough I would pay back But I got problems babayy…yea, if you only knew I got bigger problems babbayyy So why ya talkin about the money that I owe, like as if I didn’t know man, it don’t mean nothing to me Cause right now I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, could you please stop fuckin with me? Listen here, I aint lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year, and my momma keep smoking that shit On top of that, I’m broke, please put that in your notes for the next one to call me up talking that shit
[Kevin Cossom - Hook] I just cant take this shit anymore I just might lose control I feel like letting it go please just leave me alone I need to be left alone and if I’m wrong than let me be wrong just leave me alone
[Verse 2] Hey, Dear Mr. Policeman Hey am I wrong, aint you suppose to keep the peace man? I coulda swore I was driving pretty peaceful So why the hell is you pullin over me fo’? Is it this black Mercedes? (Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it) Or cause I’m black? Hmmm, maybe Hey, tell me why my hands start sweatin and I hold my breath everytime that you get behind me I turn my music down, so you won’t hear a sound, man I’m nervous like I got a couple pounds on me You pulled me over, you frown on me With your flashlight, tell me what do you see Thug n-ggas, drug dealers, its a trip, every n-gga in this whip got a mothafuckin college degree
[Kevin Cossom - Hook] I just cant take this shit anymore I just might lose control I feel like letting it go please just leave me alone I need to be left alone and if I’m wrong than let me be wrong just leave me alone
[Verse 3] Yea, my middle finger to the law, bustin off, tryna touch the sky My teacher said, “Impossible”, but I’mma fuckin try Plus how he gon’ tell me, he dont make the rules There’s niggas dying everyday, but we don’t make the news Instead they talkin bout some thunderstorm, cyclones Timmy got his bike stoled, top story, Tiger Woods “be f-ckin all these white hoes” Anchorman stop snitchin Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches, hey my goodness How ironic, on trial for possession of some chronic My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet Hey your honor, is you kidding? How you sit above me? Are you perfect mothaf-cker, how you finna judge me? When you home you dont cuss, drink and puff like us These cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff They hate they jobs and they days be f-cked up like us At the end of the day, you n-ggas just like us
[Kevin Cossom - Hook] I just cant take this shit anymore I just might lose control I feel like letting it go please just leave me alone I need to be left alone and if I’m wrong than let me be wrong just leave me alone
Yea, n-gga I’m gon ahead and murder this sh-t Voice gone and sh-t, I think it’s gonna make it sound a little ill, just a little iller Yup, Fayettenam, n-gga
Yea, Carolina blue kicks pedal to the medal Feeling like a puppet and the devil is Geppetto Letter to the ghetto-hold ya head high You can pick apart my raps I ain’t told ya na’ lie I want a little darker, like to f-cking tan line Go on, look for a better n-gga, girl you can’t find Fine young man with an old man mind, no time for the tickle, f-ck the whole mankind Aw no ma’am, I’m an old land mine I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time, now I’m armed and I’m- Fayettenam’s finest, Carolina saviour, marijuana blazer Only on occasion cause my mind be racing Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian Thinking how these rap n-ggas got to be faking Whole style obviously copied, pasted-plagiarized swag May arrived last but when it’s all said and done I’ma be ahead of them Way that I describe it, prescribe a n-gga medicine Way that I be fly-I be higher than the Jet-e-sons Moving on up, n-gga higher than the Jeffersons All about the Benjamin’s, bad chicks send em’ in! Basic hoes toss em out! can’t even get waffle house Hating n-ggas chalk em out! Go and get the coffin out What chu talking bout? Little man, my sh-t hair burning you not even a little tan I’m I’ll enough to kill cancer, baby I’m Chemo Down in Miami, and I throw like Marino Get a whole lot of you know, and she bald like an eagle. No, not up top, but down there she said she want to hop on top girl I don’t care You better get yours before I reach mines cause then I’m throwing peace signs If you a freak I can take you to ya peak, girl I do it to the maxima-Nissan And I hope you a believer I’m quarterbacking trynna get cha open like receivers Far from an overnight achievers, Cole is like the leader of the new n-ggas! To tell the truth, I’m only f-cking with a few n-ggas, if that! The rest of ya’ll n-ggas get lapped I sit back, and reflect on the rap game I came from out of no where N-gga, I swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare Got n-ggas shouting out “The Ville-I got to go there! ” Boy, don’t you know you get shot over there? I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair, A bunch of backstabbing n-ggas hope the knife ain’t there A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there Yea late at night, when I got the phone call and made her right When my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head, hit it then I quit it ‘fore she even made the bed Damn I’m no good But damn it’s so good I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would Something like Rihanna while I’m up in that vagina Type of chick that only dress in something thats designer I could give a f-ck long as there’s something that’s behind her Got the type of bump that make a dog want to hump her Back to the topic-actually forgot it Hoes, money, I’m the shit… oh yea I’m reminded The way I put the words together cleverly align them These other rap n-ggas shouldn’t never be a problem And I’m ghost!
I see your homegirl tryna sway you how you figure I would play you, would you look at that the same one that caught her n-gga with some freak all in her sheets left for a week what she do, double back now I know we far from perfect but I feel like this is perfect, do you disagree with that if not than holla back hey and tell ya girl you’ll call her back
[Chorus] My best friend say, she sick of me, crying on the phone telling how man dogging me My best friend say, dont tell her nothing bout me cause she aint showing me no sympathy my best say, if she was me, she woulda let ya go home a long time ago my best friend say my best friend say I’ll be there, I’ll still be there for you
anytime we meet you can lean on me come on, come on I’ll be there for you I’ll be there for you
anytime we meet you can lean on me come on, come on I’ll be there for you
[J. Cole] Now, now, now, know we be arguing but aint you riding with me we breaking up we making up like Dwayne Wade, and Whitney you throw things, you broke things use both hands and hit me and right when you call the law I’ll tell my boy to come get me then you, than you start listening to friends, and then it, gets tricky they try to tell you leave, but this love is real sticky so you ignore the hickys, the pics of chicks and they vicky’s that they sent me, is that real love you’re the only one that I will love damn, damn
My Best friends say I could stay with her at her house, no doubt anytime I like my best friends say don’t let you in my life, cause you don’t do for me and you don’t act right my best friends say if she was me, she’ll let you go along time ago my best friends say, my best friends say
I’ll still be there for you anytime we meet you can lean on me come on, come on I’ll be there for you I’ll be there for you
anytime we meet you can lean on me come on, come on I’ll be there for you
Girl I can see it in your eyes how you feeling , let me know whats on your mind we’ve been together for a long long time hey, girl I can see it in your eyes I know to you it feel like I’m never around round, round, round but if you leave, who else gon hold me down hey, hey, hey, hey
[J.Cole] They say anythings possible, you gotta dream like you never seen obstacles chasing obscene profits so we ain’t stopping for the red lights look in my rear view all I see is n-ggas headlights catch me if you can hoe they try and sack me and I scramble look up in the sky you’ll see exactly where I am bo hey, don’t you see me man? making my wishes come true with no genie man I got the keys to my beamer with no Beanie Man I’m on these rich n-ggas ass no bikini man I bring the real to the day the Lord free me man never imagined that the kids would wanna be me man eh, could it be that I give the hopeless broke kids, hope caught me walking through the mall, looking like he seen a ghost silly head to approach, whats up young blood aint it strange, a year ago today I was counting change yeah hopping trains up in New York city though I gotta thank God cause if you weren’t with me than I surely woulda died you can throw the fork in me this my New Years resolution, dawg no more Pork in me uh, I aint no Muslim though Kuran butler I’m a wizard if he doesnt know its young Simba, I’m ballin’ til the buzzard blow you try and kick the shit I kick you gon stub your toe boy thats just how tough I go see this is my life work this shit you callin classic, I be like that mic work want you to feel something new, thats how a dike work and ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my pipe burst
not tonight n-gga not tonight n-gga yeah, hey hey, man, hey
Man, I rap so vicious but I talk so politely never met a baby momma, momma who don’t like me met a couple baby fathers though they wanna fight me I hit her til she snooze, like the news n-gga nightly send her back to you when she no longer excites me no she bitter with this n-gga cause he aint quite me one things for certain baby, you are a wifey two things for f-cking sure I am not the husband thoguh so run back to him while you still can he sticking with his wife and kid, yeah thats a real man I was ashamed all along and I still am we let the lust interupt something real, damn girl we grown so you gotta play your own position I wouldn’t say that you a hoe, just made a hoe decision eh, you can blame it on the liquor like a prohibitions we both know thats what you wanted girl I know you listening
hey girl I know you listening uh I know you listening hey, yeah
Shout out to the bootleggers who supply my shit the fans online trying to find my shit and to then-ggas listening but wont buy my sh-t and catch me in the street wanna ride my d-ck y’all n-ggas is the worst, see me like “J. Cole homie, can you sign my burnt CD” n-gga please, an album ten dollars you act like it’s ten g’s this food for thought cost the same as 2 numbers three’s so at ease with that broke shit we all tryna get a dollar boy, no sh-t you know I feel ya pain, thats why I slang this hope sh-t and give you lines that you rewind and think oh sh-t these rappers talk a lot of money, cars and hoes sh-t I give you that and a whole lot more sh-t than got richer and still rapping like I’m poor sh-t you n-ggas thinnk you know sh-t, n-gga you don’t know sh-t hoe bitch!!! Yeah, Cole Bitch!!! J Cole n-gga hey
Feel like she loves me she loves me and then she loves me not she loves me not feel like she loves me she loves me and then she loves me not she loves me not then she loves me not
[Verse 1] Hey, I know that this aint nothing that you used to out of the ordinary, unusual I know you had your whole life planed out so to watch this pan out I know this shit gotta confuse you I know you wonder why i had to choose you then wanna take you for granted or abuse you so I’mma keep it honest I think it’s a little ironic if I hit another chick its gonna bruise you shit, staring out the window of this plane thinking if it crash, I’ll never see your ass again wouldnt that be a shame cause look at all the shit we overcame made it through the falme and never got cremated I made it to the fame and never got too jaded all them other couples we f-ck with, secretly hated flash forward it’s been year, we’re the only ones that made it sh-t remember I was straying from home and where I wanna be was my favourite song sometimes I still be on my Donnell Jones but I just can’t leave you alone
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] she know me like a book, its too easy to read my ass unhappy stressed, yelling don’t mislead my ass I mean I make it so easy don’t please my ass the shoe was on the other foot and you would leave my ass its true that, true that my song all on the radio Who Dat! am i so far gone, used to see both sides like the Mohawk on now I know you wonder why this phone lock on all this time I’ve been with ya you aint used to do that I loved you ass way before I knew you could wrap the way you breaking my heart i should sue you for that calling my uncles and my cousins have them do you for that we had a deal you aint keeping up your end of the shit in my mind I know she got the short end of the stick trying justify it, man we finna be rich and some bad b-tch I barely know sending me flix
Hey, this is the story of a young’n dreamin left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin’ big city on his own sh-t but every now and then a n-gga get home sick pick up the phone, holla at my partner he telling em, be warned a lot of sh-t been changing the time you’ve been gone the streets got meaner, the hoes got growner and went and got baby’s the day they got a diploma damn, there’ll be some n-ggas missing when you fly back if you black, they sending you to jail or to Iraq old buddy that we hoop with, with a bad chick and a fly lac anda gold chain, caught him on a merc, tryna buy crack damn homie, sh-t, in high school you was the man homie f-ck happened to you, used to beat n-ggas down at the buses after school now you looking like a muthaf-cking fool
[Chorus] Say I’ll be home for the holidays so when you see me, better holla at me I gotta get up put this city ‘fore it try to trap me I gotta leave, i wish I could stay but I’ll be home for the holidays and to those that I used to know from way before, keep your head up come lets get this bread up girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay but I’m coming hme for the holidays
[J. Cole - Verse 2] This is a story bout some puppy love but at the time boy, I was feeling like this must be love although now Im on my grown sh-t she mad as hell, a n-gga still get home sick I was fresh up off a scholarship dressed like a black man in college sh-t got a little knowledge now Im following the politics but I still gotta holla at my old chick so sweet, so thick, girl pick up your phone, it’s me she said “we aint homies no more” you go to college and you act like you don’t know me no more girl, we got history semester seem so long the last time I seen ya baby you aint have no clothes on so if history repeats itself when I get home, girl its on, you aint gone need ya belt or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind just don’t give it up in the meantime
[Chorus]
[J. Cole - Verse 3] man i reminisce on them school days i know you know them act a fool days that missed the bus then hit the blunt and go to school blazed that trying to get laid so i gotta stay fly but a n-gga had a shot you’d have thought thats where the bulls play wished this freshman could used a little Kool-aid crushing on them upper clansmen but it was tool late buddy she was dating he had the freshest shoes but the n-gga was graduated but he never made two a’s hey if you’re listening we got in to school but who will pay our tuition man these n-ggas crazy one year cost about the same as a Mercedes (benz) four years cost white crib and a baby ay maybe this aint for me if only i could be Lebron with the strength to leave the worst part about growing up man the shit just aint for free maybe i can be someone people pay to see and maybe i should move up outta here to the place to be to get from a to z ay what you think im crazy if i told you one day that Imma sign with jay-z and will i make it i guess we gotta wait and see [Chorus]
[Verse 1] I hit the weed I told myself the last time would be my last I don't trust my own niggas now my mind racing fast got my foot up on the gas, got a hundred on the dash if the police run up on me I ain't stopping for their ass boy you know my L's dirty if they stop me I'm goin' to jail surely I'll be next to my brother in the cell no bail for me man let me out send me back to bitches that smell Purdy (pretty) and all I gotta do is call once and she'll be all ready yeah buddy cant you tell I'm goin' through hell I don't even open my mail I'm in the shower with soap on the towel I need cleansing bad bitches all on the prowl they need Benzes pussy niggas running they mouth but we ain't flinching they names ain't even mentioned I got dreams bigger than your whole team You niggas so broke but yet you seem so green I guess its envy, started with a penny now I'm getting plenty money
[Hook] One time for the city, yea two times for you hey and one time for the city, hey and two times for you hey
[Verse 2] it's raining outside boy fuck a umbrella niggas banging outside, boy they guns dumb bell a nigga tired of tellin' niggas that's the cease rest in peace we tired of only havin' just a piece and fuck police and they killin' niggas what's the reason? His daughter's starvin' and she fuckin' freezes So no wonder why he fuckin' squeezin' They out here bustin', leavin' niggas stuck and bleedin' on the flo' Bullets wet you like a semen on a ho Breathin' slow man, I inhale One day you tryna make the rent The next day you in jail Lord knows he meant well So I take the pencil and right like a pen pal So shit that's darker than the tints up on the windshield Welcome to Sin-ville, where niggas on base shit It's lookin' like an infield, high as a Sprint bill What you think? That's reason why this ink in my pen kills
Phony niggas 'til they are extinct bitch I been real
[Hook] One time for the city, yea two times for you hey and one time for the city, hey and two times for you hey
[Verse 3] The more niggas sayin' Cole the wrong one bringin' the city shine All he ever doin' is paintin' pictures of crime Tellin' stories of pain, paintin' pictures of dope Bitch if you listen I'm paintin' pictures of hope That boy in class embarrassed because he broke Hopin' the day he won't be the butt of somebody's jokes See me; I lived it all from dirt-poorin' and trailer Worried about my mother and never trustin' my neighbors To middle-class with a backyard and my own room To bein' the only black kid in my homeroom Academically gifted and followed my own rules Was runnin' the streets hey ma I'll be home soon Was out chasin' ho's, was out hoopin' Them niggas wasn't ballin' but yet they was foul shootin' So meet the newest role model who don't know how to fake this shit Never sold a rock and look I made it bitch
[Hook] One time for the city, yea two times for you hey and one time for the city, hey and two times for you hey
[Outro] Girl it's been so long, I've been gone from you But you ain't gotta worry 'bout the thangs I do It's hard but the thought of you would ease my pain Girl I promise they gon' know our name Ain't seen you smile in awhile But I been dreamin' 'bout you
Gettin higher than the soul of little Shaniya, To the ones that killed her, hope you burn in fire. I’m burnin tires on the strip, tryna get a grip, Liquor in the cupholder, tryna get a sip. 6 shots of Hennessey, I’m still goin strong. Please numb me from the bullshit that’s goin on. That girl was 5 years old that they just murdered, and did some wicked shit to her that was unheard of, You f-ckin coward. Ain’t gotta tell em’ go to Hell, Cuz that’s the shit that make them other n-ggas sick in Jail; So you gon’ feel it. Travel the world reppin this city, know I’m gon kill it, but yet a n-gga ain’t got a clue.. how I’m gon deal with all the bullshit. N-ggas sendin shots my way. You put a hit out on me, think that I’m gon stop? No way. Gon have to kill me, or witness a n-gga livin so filthy Young, Black, and Wealthy, n-gga for that I’m guilty. Still see all the fake shit. It’s funny somehow thought the money could erase it. No matter how much dough you got you gotta face it, and to my n-ggas gone hope you in a better place, if I make it I’ll holla…
[Chorus] See World (See world, See world) You’re no good See World (See world, See world) You’re no good no matter how I hate flashbacks and rewinds can’t escape the pain that’s trapped in my mind See World (See world, See world) You’re no good
[J. Cole- Verse 2] Yeah I got a chip on my shoulder the size of a golden nugget the industry overlook me for that I be holding grudges wouldn’t take a chance on me suddenly its, oh you love it lets get a cole feature thats gon put you over budget picture being broke with no pot to piss in and then suddenly your idols is your competition used to be God to me, slowly losing my religion as these notes from my composition turn the compositions thin put it out and hope the World sing we sippin’ liquor for the pain that the World bring we had dreams just to make it up the flag pole just to find out that out heroes were some ass holes y’all dont hear me, maybe you had the World figured out wrong when these n-ggas go from singing our songs to waiting on you bout a year later the same ones be hatin’ on you every other record these rappers be faking on you we singing songs but we know that aint true we know you gotta make the people pay you cause either you play the game or watch the game play you and be that broke muthaf-cker talkin bout “I stay true”
look, some n-ggas let there dirt out, some n-ggas keep it in ‘em so when a man dies all his secrets go with him and fame a part of history no longer known done did a lot of dirt I’ll bury with me when i’m gone when my story’s told, how will they tell it? will they say I was a giver or will they say I was selfish will they say I was a sinner or pretend I was a saint will I go down as a winner, whats the picture they gon paint wouldn’t say that I’m a quitter thats one thing I know I aint aint will they tarnish, will they taint? glorify me, overthink, say they know me, say I’m great say I’m phoney, I was fake say the things about me they never told me to my face I was loved I was hated just a n-gga with a dream I’m a liar I was honest, I was all of these things when I’m gone let em talk they discussing who I am when they bury me just know I was nothing but a man wasn’t nothin’ but a man
This for n-ggas climbin’ heavens stairwell yeah, hey farewell yeh, hey farewell this for n-ggas climbin’ heavens stairwell I pray you farewell I bid you farewell yeah, ey, farewell yeah, yeah
If I should die Lord this here is my will reincarnate a n-gga send me right back to the Ville let me relive my younger days just once again reenact my memories from every friend to every sin keeping demons buried in my closet but yet I put in work like a deposit on my bank account my eyes lit while I think about my childhood now Im blanking out those were truly my best days the only thing I had to stress was how the hell to get laid gradually turn into me stressin’ how the hell to get paid been making songs so long, now how the hell they get played ok, I’m blowing up quickly I guess the flow is sickly but yet I can’t forget my past and hope it won’t forget me got good grades but age can’t stop strays so pray for me pour liquor for my n-ggas but hey, don’t wait for me cause I’m trying to cheat death, she had to bury my ass you know the cliche “lifes a bitch” well I’m gon marry that ass and sign a pre-nup think back to when we tore the skating rink up rapping and we scrapping, we got older hit the teen club gave mean mugs to n-ggas but we winked to all the girls then we went back to the crib thinking we had saw the World no way, came a long way from having mom chauffer its hard to think these hoes at some point were so pure but now we play the game, when its over send me back I swear I’m not gon change a thing I swear I’m not gon change a thing
This for them n-ggas climbin’ heavens stairwell yeah, hey farewell I pray you n-ggas farewell this for n-ggas climbin’ heavens stairwell hey farewell, hey farewell yeah, farewell yeh
[Chorus] What can I? It’s cost me a lot it’s cost me a lot it’s cost me a lot it’s cost me a lot it’s cost me a lot it’s cost me a lot
[J Cole - Verse 1] Just one of them days a n-gga feel like flossin’ a Stone Cold Stunna, victim Steve Austin cool as Drew Breeze, I’m blowing a few G’s just to hear them hoes say he’s awesome he’s awful, yeah remember when ya fronted on me pulled up beisde me in that big body and stunted on me or when the bouncer just announced that it was bottle service only then he kicked me out the line, yeah he punted on me well look I’m back b-tch, back with an attitude buying out the bar, cause I feel like this the sh-t I gotta prove last year the cashier told me my card was not approved now I’m tipping the server a hundred to show my gratitude easy, told you I’d be back baby, I guess you aint believe me now I’m living just like the n-ggas you see on TV VIP feeling like this club oughta thank me I hit the bar just so y’all can see I’m ballin’, HD
[Chorus] (It’s cost me a lot) big chains, big whips with wood grain (It’s cost me a lot) My God, my watch make momma think someone might rob (It’s cost me a lot) fast life and till the gas light copped the type of sh-t you couldn’t get at half price (It’s cost me a lot) Look but don’t touch muthaf-cker, think twice (It’s cost me a lot)
Now I don’t love no material things but I’m in love with the feelings they bring I got em like damn (how, how, how he do that) damn (how, how, how, how he do that) Now I don’t love no material things but I’m in love with the feelings they bring I got em like damn (how, how, how he do that) damn (how, how, how, how he do that)
[J Cole - Verse 2] Uh, knee deep in the game, my chain heavy somebody get the pilot and ask “is the plane ready?” to handle all the weight on my shoulders we taking off don’t wanna meet Aaliyah but yet I can’t take it off cause how I’m supposed to shine without the proper bling remember when I did a show with Waka Flocka Flame felt naked cause the boy rocked bout a dozen chains guess we rock a lot of ice cause we got a lot of pain thats 5 hundred years of selling, I’m tryna tell em Jacob the Jeweller is cooler now he a felon Jay put a stamp on the n-gga but wouldn’t nail him if he couldnt sell him, so what that tell him huh?
my chain heavy and my b-tches look very thorough must be the money like dealing with the Jerry curl white Range, call that Muthaf-cker Larry Bird I got em hanging on every word
[Intro] Hey I got a dolla in a dream But its all a n-gga got so its about that green And im all up in that spot Hey
[Verse 1] Yeah the mental state of a young black genius conflicted The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive Money and clothes I done dreamed about And all the hoes that I thinked about Ey tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I neva had Waving gats instead of flags the American dream Why do we cling to the villians? Knowing they killin’ My n-ggas high enough to swaing from the ceiling Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook Filled with dreams, this is my whole book Still the screams from girls shot and killed fill my head on a daily At times I question God can you blame me they can’t tame me? My voice screech through the street Im a beast on em Oh no he will not fold you will not see a priest on him He will not slip or lose his grip they got them cleats on em But never will he run unless you call police on em
[Chorus] One time, two times, three times Sometimes I scrap sometimes Im throwin up the peace sign Its two sides to a n-gga though I said Its two sides to a n-gga yo Ey look sometimes im feeling high Then im feeling low Lord will I die will I survive let a n-gga know You say you know me but what side did you get to know? Its two sides to a n-gga yo yo yo
[Verse 2] Yeah some pussy n-ggas put out on me and my mans Wasn’t for the pistol we drop em right there where he stands But still we never ran foolish pride made us stand right there Not understanding we could lose our life there And then the hit us, thinking bout the close calls from long distance Ugh as lil n-ggas in the Ville we was trippin Type of nose ass niggas to watching the fight until its over They ran when the gatts came out, I moved closer Foolish what was I thinking? wasn’t trying to be cool its Just the thrill of the danger get so filled up with anger When a stranger get to violating He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch i,ll annihilate him Im tired of wait on my ticket out this mothaf-cka Hope they don’t kill me before I get up out this mothaf-cka I gotta go, Now can I be that n-gga I thought I was? I gotta know Will I make it like I thought I would? I gotta blow
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] Yeah I seen heaven, seen hell The two faces of the Ville One side dreams, the other sides real One side schemes, the other side deals What the pain brings another mother cry still Why the f-ck am I here God? That n-gga died why the f-ck am I still alive? I feel ashamed cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me And all I seem to focus on is all this stress on me Bless homie we breathin Cold world got me sneezing Wrote this when I was broke so hey I guess we even Though it blows fighting demons trying to stop from bustin semen In an unfamiliar bitch I know my n-ggas feel this shit How could I f-ck her raw? And I just met the hoe My dick took over it aint never felt this wet before Im stressing in my mind but its way to late to stop it Make this shit so bad, I had a condom in my pocket Lets change the topic Before I go berserk I’m so alert, riding down 95 Naw I aint finna to go to work I’m headed back home aint staying that long I’m chasing dreams shawty im paying back loans I’m paying dues that a n-gga paying tax on Im tryina blow like a n-gga playing saxophone Im playing daddy to another n-ggas daughter don’t worry even Jesus never saw his real father I don’t bother me at all though Yeah say it don’t bother me They got me thinking bout my mom though Man I cant wait to sing this song I be like, I be like
[Outro] Hey don’t cry hey ohh no We aint gotta worry bout the money no more We aint gotta worry bout how them bill get paid We aint gotta worry how the meals get fed Hey don’t cry hey ohh no We aint gotta worry bout the money no more We aint gotta worry bout how them bill get paid We aint gotta worry how the meals get fed Hey Hey Hey
[J. Cole] Yea, this is where the yea, this is where the fathers aint living at least not with us might see em round the city and won’t even say wassup when n-ggas play tough, wont even smile in mirrors and we learn to f-ck hoes off trial and error just a small time n-gga, big city hustle glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell these were our heroes, strictly for them zero’s for that Robert Deniro, n-ggas reload on them kilo’s dodgin them people, mad at myself cause I done seen some things that I’d rather not tell shawty smole crack and her boyfriend too sometimes he touch her daughter like them boyfriends do pull up to the club where the boys went too see that yellow tape and the boys in blue a n-gga on a strecther and though i never met ya Im thinking God Bless ya, they city try and get ya man, don’t let the city get ya f-ck the horoscopes, know the ropes lke a wrestler if them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue your face on the front of our shirts saying we miss ya (we miss ya)
Come with me, Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la
Come with me, Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la
[Omen] yea, lets see God I know you only do whats best for me but is it cool if we negotiate my destiny they always tellin’ me it’s temporary than why its feelling like a cemetary my dreams aint got no obituaries my city hurting and none of us were equiped here you heard me say I was ballin’ i probably make tears I’m trying to get clear I’m tryna quit fear who wrote the scripts here these kids live there whole life just killing time running the race with no finish line they tryna noose us with they ropes but Im tryna climb I think my foolish pride might become my suicide but I aint tryna go, no baby and through these lines and quotes you gotta find some hope cause I aint dying my words gon’ last forever, you can hold the treasure look inside you can see a diamond in my mind Im tired of seeing dope fiends, wiping they nose clean is my neighbourhood just a smoke screen I think Im in the (?) I see lo green sons raised by bo queens but there’s no kings (no kings, no kings)
[J. Cole Hook] Come with me, Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la
Come with me, Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la
[J. Cole Verse 3] It seems like n-ggas either feel ya or they try and kill ya I face the sky and hope to God aint acting unfamiliar you play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar they tell me that its God’s will, I’m asking God will ya iller a n-gga from artist pain, momma smoking cocaine as it rains out am I to blame, try to stay sane so I came out-side where they rock with them thangs out to clear my mind at the same time they blew that boys brains out but will it change, its like n-ggas is free but our minds still in the chains brothers killing eachother, the blood spill its a shame will it ever slow up alot of n-ggas getting older but they never grow up and do they son’s like they fathers did and never show up don’t even cry about it, just another episode of life watch the season n-gga no re-runs the devil buying soul’s n-gga no refunds man, don’t let the city get ya f-ck the horoscopes know the ropes like a wrestler if them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue your face on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya another day, another song, a mother prays another gone but still we play like aint nothing wrong like aint nothing wrong cause aint nothing wrong Im not as fast, I’m not as tall but before I pass I gotta ball I gotta ball I gotta ball n-gga I gotta ball
Partially functional, half of me is comfortable the other half is close to the cliff like Mrs Huckstable these boys got them hoslters and clips they pack like lunchables like white boys in grade school we ate school made food just eyeing they sh-t, wish I was trying they sh-t knowing when mama hit the store she wasn’t buying that sh-t no I aint crying a bit man thats just life thats just how shit work you reach your hand in fire, you pull it back when you get burnt gotta learn when you get hurt even if its with cupid he beat you and you went back who’s officially stupid oh yeah I understand thats your man, you had a plan you been together for some years you sticking with him for the kids so you overlook the tears but we both know thats a bad look cause 20 years from now your daughter will probably get her ass whooped if this too deep for the intro I’ll find another use but just in case its perfect let me introduce cole, cole, cole
if this too deep for the intro I’ll find another use but just in case its perfect let me introduce it’s Cole, i had a dream and so I made a move a ill ass n-gga who just so happened to stay in school still rap for hustlers and muthaf-ckers that hated school said thats for busters that heard my sh-t and I made it cool This aint to say that I’m gifted as if I’m Christmas shopping I got gangsta n-ggas that lining up in that missions office and possibly cause all the hoe n-ggas scrape and I sh-t up on my plate so you know a n-gga late to my first class I’d much rather sit up in first class should I admit that a slutty b-tch was my first smash was it experience so nah I didnt wear it out always thought my first time would be with someone I cared about but being a virgin was something to be embarrassed bout I used to ask for practice so I wasnt scared out my mind you call it rhymes I call it clearing out my mind was just a young boy staring out my blind till I got free from my momma leash running loose through the streets like a stray dog in heat and we looking for some freaks can you play pardon me, whats your name, don’t mistake me for no lame no not me she do hours on the team cause she seen how tall I’d be in the club dappin’ n-ggas, (?) R-I-P damn, you win some, you lose some that just how its happens and if a n-gga step up to ya, then you gotta scrap em your name is all you got, throwing hands by the bathroom its funny I barely told nobody I started rapping cause see some n-ggas was haters that I viewed as clowns at 14 I knew I was the nicest dude around I gotta make a move, I gotta do this now if they don’t know your dreams, than they cant shoot em down
[J. Cole] Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met you for a reason, only time can tell But well, I'm wondering what type of shit you wantin' Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman Would you drink with a n-gga, do you smoke weed Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing, I used to blow trees Gettin' lifted, I quit but sh-t, I might get high with you Its only fitting cause I'm looking super fly with you A flower, you are powerful, you do something to me cause girl I caught the vibe like you threw something to me So i threw em back, now all my n-ggas hollerin, who was that Oh boy, she bad n-gga, what you bout do with that I'm finna take you home, just sip a little patron Now we zonin', baby you so fine
[Chorus] And can I hit it in the morning And can I hit it in the morning And can I hit it in the morning The sun rising while you moanin'
And can I hit it in the morning And can I hit it in the morning And can I hit it in the morning The sun rising while you moanin'
[Drake] Uh, baby you winter time cold The night is still young, drinking dinner wine slow I'm trying to make the goose bumps on your inner thigh show I'll let you beat me there as far as finish lines go Yeah, and if you gotta leave for work, I'll be right here in the same bed that you left me in I love big women cause my aunt, she rode equestrian I used to go to the stables and get those kids to bet me And I would always ride the stallions whenever she let me I'm joking, I mean that thing is poking I mean you kinda like that girl that's in the US Open I mean I got this hidden agenda that you provoking I got bath water that you can soak in Things I could do with lotion Don't need a towel, we could dry off in the covers And when you think you like it, I promise you gonna love it Yeah, well lights coming through the drapes and we both yawning I roll over and ask if..
[Chorus - Drake]
[J. Cole] Hey, hey, God Bless the child that can hold his own God Bless the woman that can hold patron God Bless the homegirl that drove us home No strings attached, like a cordless phone You see my intentions with you is clear I'm learning not to judge a woman by the shit that she wears Therefore, you shouldn't judge a n-gga off of the shit that you hear Get all defensive, apprehensive, all because my career To be fair, I know we barely know each other and yeah Somehow I wound up in your bed so where we headin' from here Just say you're scared if you're scared but if you through frontin' we can do somethin' And you know just what I'm talking about, tomorrow you'll be calling out Cause tonight we getting right into the wee morn' Cooking n-gga breakfast after sex is like a reward Then I go my way and you think about me all day, that's just a warning
[J. Cole - Chorus] Hey, one time hey, one time one time throw your hands to the sky tonight cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now but I gotta make sure I’m right and girl you damn right, if your head right I’ll be there every night I just might change your life cause baby…
you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it)
[J. Cole Verse 1] Hey Cole World, real cold World I watch it hit the floor and watch it drop it real low girl last time I seen ya, you was a lil old girl I had a crush now we grown and we still so thorough clap for her, work it till you exhausted I swear nothing worse than a bad bitch that lost it brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass God damn your ex man is a dumb ass when you was leaving, did he put up a fight? was he stressin’ you, wasn’t f-cking you right well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure one man’s pain is another man’s pleasure one damn thing you can’t change is the weather but even if it rain, we get rained on together it’s whatever, you shine, I shine, I know you got a 9-5 I’ll be your 5-9!
[J. Cole - Chorus]
[J. Cole Verse 2] Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror I’m picking through the cloud tryna see a little clearer high heel wearer, hell of a body first one to spot ya and I aint telling nobody nope, I’m peaking at your ass, winking at your ass if I dont beg I’ll be thinking bout your ass for the whole week no time for cold feet she too bad to pass, so fine I dont speak I tell her my name Jermaine, I’m tryna be lowkey she tell me I go tthat flame, your rhymes are so deep man, girl thank you, shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you hold up for these other n-ggas roll up and try and get ya the ones that say they riders but never do ride with ya I’m tryna vibe with ya so wont you throw me your phone number and let them lames get ya old number
[J. Cole Chorus]
[Wale] Roc Nation, Wale
look, Cole World, still a cold world and a couple ya is cool but we a little more thorough whole town, a little more girls you know I spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure hold up, low packs like I got cancer choking on them white boys make a black panther love my women with high heels and high standards and only cheat on my broad if I run out of answers I got that vicious flow, Moncler winter coat I aint superstitious I make all these broads flip my pole you dig it, this shit aint for beginners I’m something like a fetus, im not quite kidd’n and theres something you aint seeing like I block your vision like my Remy with no juice, you a lot like Bishop hundred k in 22 hours see money talks, you muthaf-ckers is Boomhower no check back, in debt yep loud in my J, I smoking (?) higher than I need to be flyer cause I need to be love our conversation but it’s late right now, I need a beat one time for the Ville that Cole rep another time for the city of slow death I dont understand why these n-ggas so vexed I dont need no chains with no cross to know that I’m blessed
bright lights, big dreams nice night or so it seems stroll in the club with her tight fit jeans praying that she might get seen by a n-gga with a contract with a sports team or just a n-gga that you figure could afford things like more rings for her fingers she used to f-ck singers but said they too soft, just copped a new loft for you walk into her crib got to take her shoes off thats only step one your dress is next hun you say your kid sleep, I don’t want no step son but lead the way to your bed room, king size bed so we got leg room she give Queen like head so we got head room, my God than I work her like its my job a Moses like music to my ears iPod
and than I hit the door, cause baby I got to go oh yeah don’t act like you don’t know I know you’ve been through this before
check it, I make the rich bitch beg make the good girl steal make the old ladies blush make the young hoes square for real, for real
Good girl huh, father was a preacher sent her off to college thought I got her on a leash though from the outside though, them girls be the squeakiest you get ‘em inside them girls be the freakiest
mischievous, downright devious say she want cake I got all the right ingredients running round fronting like a pure white virgin gave a n-gga dome while her father gave a Sermon Amen, let the choir sing she be walking round campus like the quiet thing so n-ggas scared to approach when they admiring man if they know like I know she got that fire thing pour a little OJ with some P-trone I’m feeling ok, but homie she’s gone when remmy Rev called she just ignore him I had her calling on God till the weed and than I hit the door n-gga
cause baby I got to go oh yeah don’t act like you don’t know I know you’ve been through this before
check it, I make the rich bitch beg make the good girl steal make the old ladies blush make the young hoes square for real, for real
Junior high played them high school played them college well, you know, played them me and my friends used to laugh about it, how we fade em now cupid’s aiming his arrow right there at me no more nonchalance can I be, with you here starring at me with the most beautiful eyes that a n-gga ever see you pull an emotional vibe from my soul, look at me you got my heart beating like my back is filled with batteries
for the first time I’m in love, and I wanna tell everybody and I wanna tell everybody (what im feeling) for the first time i feel love and I wanna tell everybody and I wanna tell everybody
Not so fast, Cole got a whole lotta lotto cash life of a bachelor light skinned rapper found a top model with a Tahoe with a broad so bad when she cross your path you get outta them jeans you be thinking about rings ok she don got your ass cupid don shot your ass but Im trying to be a G tho see yea im gunna holler yeah im gunna collar (call her) but I aint got a leash tho I put a name on a lease tho get an extra set of my keys for I think i might wife it now life is foul and you don’t got a free throw and so my next move is gon’ have to be my best move beside every king is a bad bitch queen so girl lets get this chess move
for the first time im in love, and i wanna tell everybody and i wanna tell everybody (what im feeling) for the first time i feel love and i wanna tell everybody and i wanna tell everybody
now baby, baby you doin things with my heart aint never felt, its so crazy id trade your love(?) if you gunna let it change me, i was so mistaken your love like a billy coupe, took me out of a mercedes
now baby baby, for so long i miss somebody my heart just couldn’t played with it i went from not wanting a girlfriend to needing ya lady i didn’t think id ever see me callin to you, you voice before i go to sleep
for the first time im in love, and i wanna tell everybody and i wanna tell everybody (what im feeling) for the first time i feel love and i wanna tell everybody and i wanna tell everybody
I ain’t never looked into a woman’s eye worth of fire Bet I’m feelin while you holdin’ me begging to take you higher For so long I wasn’t faded, I couldn’t admitted before But now I see what life’s about, and i’m never goin’ let you go Girl I’m growin’ (don’t wanna be selfish, I wanna be more accountable) I see us growing (?) don’t wanna miss out on a feeling I never had before I got to tell the world, somebody gotta know What you’da done to me, I gotta let’em know
I’d swore I’d never fall but I fell, run and tell all my old bitches erase none of my old photos baby girl a part of me but don’t text stop calling me i aint your (n-gga) don’t bother me (f-ck) your twitter don’t follow me my new girl too thorough but believe it or not she’s all i need thought i was a player R.I.P down goes Frazier call Ali (famous boxing match) lets hit the mall and its all on me cuz girl you deserve it if i take this chance and make these plans i gotta know girl is you worth it (perfect?)
I hit the weed I tell myself the last time will be my last I don’t trust my own niggers Now my mum .. Got my foot up on a gas Gut a hundred on the desk If the police runs upon me I’m not stoppin’ for their … Boy you know my ill is dirty If they stop me I’m goin’ to jail surely/ shortly I’ll be next to my brother in the cell No bail for me man Let me out Send me back to bitches that smell Party up all I got to do Is call them up and they are ready Yeah I’m .. can you tell? I put up through hell I don’t even open my mail I’m gonna shave with a soap and a tail I need .. bad bitches all in the crowd .. Pussy niggers running their mouth And we ain’t flitching Your name’s in the .. I got drains bigger than your hole … You make it so broke But some how you’re so drain I guess .. getting collecting money
