J. Cole - 2Face Lyrics

J. Cole - 2Face

[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 - Enchanted Lyrics (Ft. Omen)

J. Cole - Enchanted (Ft. Omen)

[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

J. Cole - Too Deep For The Intro Lyrics

J. Cole - Too Deep For The Intro

Yeah,
hey,
yeah,

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 - In The Morning Lyrics (Ft. Drake)

J. Cole - In The Morning (Ft. Drake)

[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

[Chorus]

J. Cole - You Got It Lyrics (Ft. Wale)

J. Cole - You Got It (Ft. Wale)

[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

[Chrous]

J. Cole - Purple Rain Lyrics

J. Cole - Purple Rain

hey hey hey
hey hey hey
yeah hey

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