J. Cole Lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the story of a young man who left everyone and everything he loved to chase his dream. A lil' nigga from North Carolina, Fayetnam to be exact. Packed up all his shit and moved to the big city of dreams, where he ain't know a motherfucking soul, and he ain't have a motherfucking thing, just a dollar and a dream

This mixtape is provided partly in part by, Dreamville Records. Straight out the Ville where anything's possible. All-terrain music, that's Carolina's finest boy. And by any means, when ain't shit handed to you, you gotta take it. Without further ado ladies and gentlemen I proudly present to you, J. Cole, The Come Up

Simba lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah

It's Fayettenam, nigga

Yeah

It's for the Ville, nigga, uh

Straight out the Ville and I made it, like a villain I'm hated

I see 'em grillin', I ate it though, finna blow—inflatable

That's undebatable, uh, I'm givin' niggas

Food for thought, the flow is catered, yo, I'm never faded though

Haters wanna see me broke, but me and the dough related, ho

It's like my only son, where I go, he comes

Niggas dumb to be braggin' 'bout that stupid shit

Nah, I don't stunt on niggas, I show 'em how to do this shit, I'm somethin' like the

Light-skin version of the very same baby

That The Virgin Mary raised, that's word to everything

Nigga, life a scary game but I'm playin', you sucker niggas

Lie in everything that ya sayin', shame on y'all

You tryna ball with the game on pause

A nigga pull the thing on y'all, y'all stain y'all draw

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog, I got protection

Lethal weapons and they aim on y'all, I'm like the man on mars;

I'm high as hell, watch me blow like I exhaled

I excel in this rap shit 'cause y'all spittin' that wack shit

Now every nigga suddenly be rappin' 'bout that trap shit

So while you niggas copycat the cats that made classics

I just massacre the streets, I'm a master of the beats

And the rhymes, I'm rappin' for the freaks and the dimes

And I shine like a motherfuckin' diamond

You shine like a motherfuckin' dime, that's word to my mom

I don't mind if you niggas hate, just know you hatin'

On that nigga, nigga get it straight, I'm spittin' hungry like

Ain't shit up on my dinner plate, the kind of flow that

Make a nigga hyperventilate, uh, see, let me demonstrate

I grew up with nothin', it hurt me to see my mother poor

The only pops a nigga ever seen around was Huxtable

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzle for

Look how the buzz'll grow, ballin' 'til the buzzer blow

Man, I'm hungry, does it show? Ain't nothing funny, fuck a joke

I'm gettin' money 'til my pockets need a tummy tuck, I hope

You niggas woke now, impermanently send you to hell

You meet the devil, sign a permanent lease, word on the streets

Is I'm the prince nigga, check the splendor, and I can't wait

To be the King, nigga: young Simba, word on the streets

Is I'm the Prince nigga, check the splendor, and I can't wait

To be the king, nigga: young Simba, nigga, yeah

I'm The Man lyrics - J. Cole

He gonna have the nerve to fucking tell me niggas from the south can't spit?

Bitch I'll smack your dumb ass

(Fayettenam, what up? Carolina, what up?)

Stupid ass mother fuckers (New York, what up? Queens)

I'm 'a quit talking shit and about show y'all

I told y'all niggas that I'm getting my bread and going home

I'm 'a show you all stupid ass motherfuckers (Coming soon, nigga)

Dumb ass niggas

The heir to the throne

South nigga bred to the bone

But haters say he fled from his home (Please)

Now picture that, I was 18 with million dollar dreams (Yeah)

Moved to Jamaica Queens, like Prince Akeem

But ain't looking for no queen, (nah)

Came to get my c.r.e.a.m. (yup)

City on my back, I just lift my wings, I'm fly

You niggas on my dick, why lie?

Thought them niggas from the south couldn't spit, voilà

I'm here. Humble out of respect, not fear

So please be clear, nigga please beware

I'm a motherfucking monster, B.S. me? (Nah)

No, my hand game like fucking PSP

Now pop the champagne, money is coming soon

My dick do the damn thing, honey it's cumming soon

She jerking, bend her over, now she hurting

Living reckless got me thinking of death, look how she flirting

Well, fuck that bitch, man a nigga tryna breathe (Yeah)

Some of these niggas be tryna dick her down and leave

Rest in peace. Y'all boys living too fast

Caught up in the cash, and got shot up in a flash

Ville niggas don't play

When it comes to that money, think real niggas won't spray?

Mid-day when it's sunny, they kill niggas broad day

On some old new jack shit

This rap shit is like tag nigga you not it, so run

Ha ha ah

I'm the man, ha ha ha, yeah, hey

I'm the man

I'm the man, (I told y'all niggas)

I'm the man

Yeah, uh

They say I act like I'm the man, 'cause motherfucker I am

Niggas study my style, I should be giving exams

Damn boy I'm so flamboyant with the ensemble

Polo jacket, polo tee, what a fine combo

And I'm the man, now understand a nigga bossin' (Yeah)

Scheming on that drop top CL but it's costing (Yeah)

Long term plans for the fam, we'll be golfing

Never catch a nigga double-crossing, unless I'm flossing (Woo)

In the streets niggas peaceful until you force 'em

To quarter back them bullet passes, you could Randy Moss 'em

Goddamn you niggas got handled

Niggas only publishing, my style got sampled

So I switched like a thick bitch with some heels on

I seen a nigga get popped, I feel for 'em

I know who did it, but you think I'm finna squeal on him?

Shout out to R.J. Hill I would kill for him

That's word, nigga observe my genius

E&J sipping got a nigga straight leaning

My DNA dripping while your girl stay drinking (Ha-ha)

I told y'all I'm the man, what the fuck y'all niggas thinking?

Ha ha ah

I'm the man, ha ha ha, yeah, hey

I'm the man

I'm the man, (I told y'all niggas)

I'm the man

Yeah

First and foremost, Fayettenam, what's good?

Carolina, what up? Bull city, Raleigh, Charlotte, Salem

Greensboro, Wilmington, nigga

Everywhere dog, I'm reppin' from long distance, man

I told y'all boy, I'm 'bout to get this money and come home right quick

Y'all niggas still see me tho, you think I'm still there; you ain't even know I'm gone

Back so much, nigga

I hear you all little niggas talking, nigga

Prince of the city, nigga

Prince of the south, nigga, holler at me

Ya know? Heir to the throne, bitch

School Daze lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah...

Take y'all back... to them school days, yeah

Fayettenam, what up, man?

We came a long way from stick and move

Niggas skipping school, just to scrap over bullshit

Nigga if you lose, it's a wrap, them hoes clowning

It goes down in the lunch room

I'm tryna spit this game nigga, fuck food

Bust moves to the hallway

My niggas posted on the wall, always

Ain't thinking about class, dog, my ass tryna parle

If we had this shit our way

We be standing here all day

But look the principal's coming, give pounds then we all escape

All late to class with fake passes

Living life in the fast lane, but ain't passing

They're dreaming, tryna be the next Jay-Z and Dame Dashes

I ain't even open my book and it's time to change classes

Walk straight past my ex and don't speak

It's all good, I'll probably have a new ex by next week

I just think, the shit we did was silly, yo, I know that

But what I wouldn't give to go back

Yeah, back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Yeah, I sit and wish I was a kid again

Yeah, I sit and wish

I walk another nigga girl to her class with my hand on her ass

If he say 'what up' later, I just laugh

Real sneaky, yo, gotta keep it low up in math

Let my nigga read this real freaky note Kiki wrote, yeah

Hooping up in P.E. you can't see me on this gym flow (No)

But damn Vanessa booty looking sick up in them gym shorts

Uh, we bag 'em up, y'all niggas gonna have to wait

So they're passing hate like, 'Damn! I can't wait 'til they graduate.'

But some of my niggas will probably never make it

The S.A.T. shit man I doubt they ever take it, 'cause

Instead of tryna send a nigga to a tutor

Them guidance counselors tryna introduce us to recruiters, it's a set-up

Momma cut the light on, time to get up

Make sure the shirt matching the forces then I head out

At the time I thought this shit was so whack

But what I wouldn't give to go back

Yeah, hey

Yeah, back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Yeah, I sit and wish I was a kid again

Yeah, I sit and wish

I'm a little grown, but still reminisce

Close your eyes nigga, you remember this?

Friday night football game, something I'll forever miss

After parties in the gym, grinding underneath the rim

You forgot your school ID? Fuck, nigga, you ain't gettin' in

In the hallways acting like some hoodlums

See that scrap? Naw, damn I always miss the good ones

Them rumors spreading fast with that he say she say

Twenty people on the phone 'cause everybody did three-way

Man we played them girls for the fools, but

Wasn't no ladies like them ladies from other schools

'Cause seeing them same old chicks got tired quick

She was just fucking my boy, now she all on my dick, gossip, damn

Another chick pregnant, another nigga gone

I reminisce on all the chicks a nigga never bone

Pardon me y'all I'm just flipping through some Kodaks

Sitting, wishing I could go back

Yeah, back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Yeah, I sit and wish I was a kid again

Yeah, I sit and wish

Yeah, this shit is dedicated to all my niggas man

R.J., Mike Shaw, Jim Brown, yeah

B. Nasty, Big Joe, Smitty, what's good? Yeah

Terry Sanford High School, E. Smith

Class of 2003, that's me

I know y'all remember this

Dolla And A Dream lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah, uh

This for all my ville niggas man

All my Carolina niggas man

The lights off and shit

All my real niggas, no matter where you come from and shit

We're gon' call this shit right here "A Dolla And A Dream"

A dollar and a dream, that's all a nigga got, so

Yeah

If it's about that cream, then I'm all up in the spot

I was raised in the F-A-Y, a nigga never gave me nothing

Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life

And trust me I'm living, look what a nigga made out

The shit that I was given, look what a nigga came out

Momma sewing patches on my holes

Man, our hoes couldn't put this flame out

Straight up, I got my back against the brick wall

Yeah

I'm from a world where niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols

You pass through, you better pray them bullets miss y'all

I thank the Lord. He let a nigga make it this far

A lot niggas don't, a lot of moms weep

Yeah

I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me

You never know when a nigga might try to harm me

Rest in peace, that nigga John Lee. I pour liquor, homie

It's foul, but yo the world keeps spinning

Gotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linen

Nigga I'mma eat, even if it means sinning

Niggas want beef, I'ma sink my teeth in 'em

Pause, I go harder

Yeah, I am all about a dollar

Yeah

You niggas street smart? I'm a motherfucking scholar

So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my money is long

So much dough, them hoes will think I'm rocking money cologne

Have a model at the crib waiting, "Honey, I'm home"

Cooking greens for a nigga, give him plenty of dome

It's funny, we dream about money so much it's like we almost got it

Until we reach up in our pockets

Damn

It's time to face reality

Yeah, the ville is a trap nigga now

And if you ain't focused you gonna be here for a while, yeah

My nigga Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun

Type a nigga know about every car, but don't got one

That's hunger, no wonder niggas fucking with the evils

Posted on the corner, selling crack like it's legal

But who am I to judge how a nigga get his paper?

This money coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up

I guess I gotta wake up these niggas myself

Uh-huh

An E&J sipper, but my shit is top shelf

Young J

Uh, the rawest shit you niggas ever heard of

Yeah

A journalist nigga, call me the Fayetteville Observer

Uh, yeah

Yeah

You know the routine, man

Fayettnam

Real niggas can relate

And Ville niggas can relate, man

My niggas know about the struggle, man

What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, nigga?

I had the light blue jeans with the green patches, ha-ha, oh shit

I was in like first grade man, I swear

It was like the Sixes came out, the Jordan Sixes

Them shit was so fly man, I wanted them so bad

Darryl what up man?

My nigga Darryl had them shits on in class yo

I wanted that shit so bad

I begged my mom for that shit, you know

But she couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me

Got me some Reeboks Blacktops, a-ha-ha

But that was all good tho, cuz uh

The year after that I had, I had some, some no name shits

Some all black shits, ha-ha

Them shits had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know?

But you know back then niggas didn't

Niggas ain't even know we was broke man, no worries and shit

But uh, times have changed man, I got bills

My mom is in debt, what you know about that?

College loans and shit, nigga

Gotta get this money, ma

Throw It Up lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Carolina, nigga

Fayettenam, nigga

Yeah

This is for them street niggas to them deep niggas

Them politics, them geek niggas

To them freak bitches that swallow dick, it's real

Or them sheep niggas in Prada shit and still

Even them bleak niggas without a cent could feel

I never sleep nigga, I gotta get them mills

I never cheat nigga, my heart is with the Ville

When niggas greet niggas with hollow tips, but chill

You'll never reach nigga, I got an itch to kill

Word, a nigga bringing heat to the third

My shit in every street, like the curb

So bitches wanna meet 'cause I'm deep with my words

So them niggas wanna peep like a perv

But peep game

Before they start saying, "He changed."

A real nigga can never forget where he came

So if I'm up in Carolina kicking deep game

Or if I'm riding through Queens like the E-train

I throw it up!

Yeah

If you're a down-south nigga, throw it up

And

If you're an east-coast nigga, throw it up

Yeah

If you're a west-coast nigga, throw it up

If you're a Midwest nigga, throw it up

If you're a Fayettenam nigga, throw it up

Yeah

If you're a ATL nigga, throw it up

New York to L.A. Niggas, throw it up

Yeah. Chi-town, throw it up

Yeah

As you niggas smoking more kush

South niggas run you niggas, ask George Bush

Ask Bill Clinton, a nigga Will Smith-ing

My jeans a little less baggy, money still fitting

The streets a little less rowdy, but they still kicking

Them Randy Johnson O.G. niggas still pitching

And yeah, I know she got a man, but I'm still hitting

So when he be up in that shit, he be like 'This feels different, "

No shit, throw dick like the veteran I am

I got that vitamin D, it's like medicine to them

I got her climaxing like it's never finna end

That's why she fucking me a lot better than her man

She try a new trick, she so wet a nigga swam

Like a salmon in this bitch, my dick drowning in that shit

They love a fly nigga on that Frisbee shit

Plus a nigga get Gs like them Disney flicks

I throw it up!

Yea

If you're a down-south nigga, throw it up

And

If you're an east-coast nigga, throw it up

Yeah

If you're a west-coast nigga, throw it up

If you're a Midwest nigga, throw it up

If you're a Fayettenam nigga, throw it up

Yeah

If you're a ATL nigga, throw it up

New York to L.A. Niggas, throw it up

Yeah. Chi-town, throw it up

Yeah

Real niggas want the money, so that's where my aim is

Ho niggas love the attention, wanna be famous

Real niggas fuck the attention, they know it's dangerous

Rather make a mil' and nobody know what my name is

But that's the price when you nice with it

And them ladies gonna like 'cause you're light-skinned

I take advantage of the situation

I'm hitting dimes from Atlanta up to Pennsylvania

They catch feelings and I switch next

"I made it clear, baby. Just sex

I'm too young to settle down. Shorty, get dressed!"

Even them white girls tryna be my princess

But I only fuck with sisters like incest

I've been stressed, I'm so in-depth

I get this weight up off my chest like a bench-press

I sense death in the air, but it's nothing for me

Some niggas better be aware or meet the cousin of sleep, get it?

You slow niggas still ain't felt that shit

How she gonna upgrade me dog? I built that chick

Rapping's a cash cow, finna milk that bitch

You better hit up homicide, I just killed that shit, boy!

Throw it up, nigga!

Throw throw it, throw it up!

Yeah!

Quote Me lyrics - J. Cole

J. Cole

Ha-ha uh

Yeah, uh

Yeah, yo

Bear with a nigga, man

Gotta a little head cold. Ya know?

I'll still kill it nigga

Show y'all niggas how it do

Real quick

Uh. You know what they say

"The window to the soul is in the eyes"

So, disrespect a nigga. I will close a nigga blinds

Yeah. Who can hold us? Super focused

Shoot them hoes with the Super Soakers

I got 'em so wet

Fuck that Moet, I'm Hennessy drinking

Wonder what my enemies thinking

Nervous? Nigga, please

I'm finna be caking with dough

So much bread, it's like a nigga be baking

Watch so cold, it's like the shit will need blankets

Money coming soon, tell my niggas be patient

We gonna replace those whips with some sicker ones

We gonna erase them chicks for some thicker ones

Hit and run, bigger funds

But still can't forget to pour liquor

As I reminisce on them niggas that couldn't come

Rest in peace, can't control another man's destiny

So I do what's best for me

I know you fake niggas well, ain't no test to me

On my plate is a meal, ain't no recipe for that

So nigga chill or the TEC will speak, "Blaaat!"

Them niggas will put your chest to feet

I'm talking reckless

What you expect nigga, I'm flexing

Y'all dyslexic, got a nigga twisted

Never shot a nigga, I don't gotta get convicted

'Cause if I say the word, your whole squad is getting lifted

What up then? Niggas ain't saying nothing? Shut up then!

Wouldn't last a minute in the city I grew up in

Where I got my swag, cool as the breeze is

Chip on my shoulder, I walk like I'm Jesus

About that paper, we could give a fuck if you believe us

Looking for model divas that barely speak English

Fuck 'em while we rich, 'cause when we broke, they're gonna leave us

We earn stripes, looking like zebras

Y'all looking like Adidas

We do it for the streets, 'cause they need us

Got beef? Come meet us

OK. I thought so

Y'all niggas are so mad 'cause I floss so bad on bitches

And with this stroke, I'm Picasso

Make her stomach feel the fossil

Now she yelling out God so much thought I had her singing gospel

Shit, shout out to my apostles

Ya know me

Nicest nigga in the south

Yea you can quote me!

Woo. Shit!

Ha-ha

Ooh. Shit. Motherfucker!

Ha-ha-ha

Oh. Shit

And I'm sick, bitch. Holler at me!

You know!

Fuck boy!

College Boy lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah

Ay check me out man

In case y'all niggas didn't know

Shout out to the class of 2007

St. John's University, stand up!

Fayetteville state, nigga

All my North Carolina A&T Aggies stand up, UNCG man

Carolina, NC State, Duke, wait for us, Winston Salem State, man

Fayetteville Tech

For all my college niggas man

For all y'all little niggas, this is why you should got to college, my nig

Ha-ha-ha

Yeah

It's hard to picture a nigga not getting money

J. Cole living bummy? Ha-ha-ha that shit is funny

I'm focused on that cash, I just laugh at them bastards

Eligible bachelor, finna get my bachelor's

And if this rap shit don't work, I'm going for my master's

Still scouting hoes on the first day of classes

Keep up with the asses, keep up with the grades

A nigga straight "A"s like the Braves

She got me in her dorm room, talking 'bout her room ain't clean

And she wanna fuck, but wait until her roommate leave

Now I could give a damn if her roommate seen

'Cause if the girl get excited, she's invited

Ha-ha

If it's alright with you, yea, shit, then it's alright with me

If it's alright with you baby girl, then it's alright with me

And if it's alright with you shorty, then it's alright with me

Hey, and if it's alright with you

Yea, yea then shit, it's alright with me

Yeah, uh, I hate to brag, well nah I don't, the big man on campus

I gotta chick in every class that give a nigga glances

And if your ass is dumb you won't even get a chance

'Cause I gotta chick in every class that give a nigga answers, yea

And if I hit ya shorty, keep it on the low

This shit just like high school, the people wanna know

I see you haters mad, but I ain't mad at y'all niggas

We get ass like them basketball niggas, I'm balling

Got a sidekick so them hoes don't be calling

Hit me on AIM, ay what's your screen name?

When I start typing in, a nigga's got some mean game, yea

And when I whip it out, shit she gonna think she seeing things, but

Back in Carolina I miss home badly

Yeah

It's funny hoes I couldn't have is tryna bag me

But I'm in the Jeep with this freaky-ass Aggie

She said she want it from the back, gladly

If it's alright with you

Yeah, shit, then it's alright with me

Hey

And if it's alright with you baby girl, then it's alright with me

And if it's alright with you shorty, then it's alright with me

Look, and if it's alright with you

Yeah, yeah, you know it's alright with me

I'm skipping class just to get some ass, living fast

In college but don't sleep, nigga, my jab quick as Zab's

So kill that old college gangster shit we don't believe

You mad 'cause your girl on Facebook poking me, so uh

You know the G, I hit her up like "Hello, Elle

I see you're looking right the other day. LOL

So, what's good with you?"

She hit me right back like "Shit. What's good with you?"

You know I like that, so of course I write back

Hit her with some nice chat

Same night she in my room, lights off I strike that

Yeah I put game right, but that's your wife, nigga take her

I bust then I kick her ass out to write a paper, yea

Ha-ha-ha

A nigga doing homework, drinking like a fish

It ain't a weekend that I'm sober

Fighting hangovers on my way to my internship

And I forgot to study for my midterm, shit!

Ha-ha-ha-ha, woo!

Ay, this is straight through, nigga

No, no fucking, no double takes

This is straight through the whole shit nigga

Check it out man, tryna tell y'all niggas man

College is a good look

A real good look, my nigga

For more reasons than one, man

Know they try to keep us out of that shit though

That shit like extra expensive

I got scholarships though, so you know I'm not sweating that

I feel for my niggas that couldn't make it man

Ay Mike we in there baby, ha-ha

Ay they can't, they can't keep us out the G my nigga, you know

Then we all make it, nah, we ain't all make it

Shout out to my niggas, man

All my niggas, yo

Whether you graduated or not

Whether you made it to college or not, nigga

Fayettenam, yeah, yeah

Class of 2007 man

Holler at me

I'm going to grad school though, you know?

Split You Up lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah, ha-ha-ha

Yeah, uh

Real niggas can relate, yeah

Ha-ha-ha, Ville niggas can relate, man

Yeah, yeah, uh

I see you looking at me hard shorty, what it's gonna be?

But you right next to your man, don't let him run up on me

'Cause I see him tryna grill, better take his ass home

Before I lay his ass out, then I take your ass home

I even gon' front man, a nigga tryna cut

I ain't tryna take his place, I just want to hit you up

When that nigga ain't around I just want to pick you up

Bring you back to the crib, sip a little liquor up

Then I give you a massage, get you wet, get you up

Then I give you what you want, if it's clean I lick it up

Now you can do me, if it's right my shit is up

Face down on your stomach, take that ass and lift it up

Then I do my thing, now shorty listen up

Yeah, your pussy do bang, got no problem hooking up

Just remember why I call ya, and why we getting up

I ain't tryna be ya man, I ain't tryna split you up

'Cause I do my thing, now shorty listen up

Yeah, your pussy do bang, got no problem hooking up

Just remember why I call ya, and why we getting up

I ain't tryna be ya man, I ain't tryna split you up

I be that nigga on the side when you feel you want to creep

When you in the bed alone while ya man run the street

All you got to do is dial, let the phone ring twice

Baby girl I love your style, I won't even think twice

I ain't even gonna front, man a nigga tryna beat

I ain't tryna wife you up, though you is a dime piece

I just love the way you ride like a certified freak

How you throw it right back, got a niggas thighs weak

So just hit me when you want it, you know how to find me

Got no times for no games, you know how the grind be

But I'm 'a make the time if you 'bout it dial me

I'm 'a make you say my name like a caller ID

Then I do my thing, now shorty listen up

Yeah, your pussy do bang, got no problem hooking up

Just remember why I call ya, and why we getting up

I ain't tryna be ya man, I ain't tryna split you up

'Cause I do my thing, now shorty listen up

Yeah, your pussy do bang, got no problem hooking up

Just remember why I call ya, and why we getting up

I ain't tryna be ya man, I ain't tryna split you up

Give you money to get ya hair did (he can do that)

Pay for dinner and a movie (yea he can do that)

Work you out in the bed (maybe he can do that)

But I know you much rather call me to do that

And girl I'm with it! Ha-ha, yeah

I'm so with it, baby girl I'm so with it

So let me hit it!

Then I do my thing, now shorty listen up

Yeah, your pussy do bang, got no problem hooking up

Just remember why I call ya, and why we getting up

I ain't tryna be ya man, I ain't tryna split you up

'Cause I do my thing, now shorty listen up

Yeah, your pussy do bang, got no problem hooking up

Just remember why I call ya, and why we getting up

I ain't tryna be ya man, I ain't tryna split you up

Plain lyrics - J. Cole

[J. Cole:]

Hello

[Freddie P:]

Hello

[J. Cole:]

Yeah

[Freddie P:]

Hey. Is this Cole?

[J. Cole:]

Yeah

[Freddie P:]

What's up man?

[J. Cole:]

What's up?

[Freddie P:]

It's Freddie P, man. From high school

[J. Cole:]

Oh, shit. How you doing bro

[Freddie P:]

You remember me?

[J. Cole:]

Yeah

[Freddie P:]

Man, shit. I'm good. Ey, shit. I heard you up in New York doing your thing man

[J. Cole:]

Yeah, man. I'm trying

[Freddie P:]

Shit, keep on doing that shit. I know you putting the Ville on the map

[J. Cole:]

Yeah

[Freddie P:]

Ey check this out, man. I got some shit going on, man. I wanted to talk to you about it

[J. Cole:]

Okay

[Freddie P:]

You know maybe doing some kind of management kind of thing

[J. Cole:]

Euh aight

[Freddie P:]

Yeah man, I can make some shit happen for you man. Check it out

[J. Cole:]

What you got?

[Freddie P:]

I got a couple artists I'm managing

[J. Cole:]

Okay

[Freddie P:]

I got my artist T-Plain. He just joined with young jack strap

[J. Cole:]

Oh shit!

[Freddie P:]

You know that shit is going down

[J. Cole:]

You managing T-Pain?

[Freddie P:]

So basically, man...

[J. Cole:]

Hold up, you managing T-Pain?

[Freddie P:]

Nah, T-Plain

[J. Cole:]

Who? T-Plain?

[Freddie P:]

Yeah, you know, he 'bout to go down. Matter of fact

[J. Cole:]

Can I holler at you later? Ey come here man. I'm 'a let you holler at him real quick. See what he can do you know

[Freddie P:]

Aight

[T-Plain:]

Hello

[J. Cole:]

Hello?

[T-Plain:]

Is this J. Cole?

[J. Cole:]

Yeah! Yeah! Man

[T-Plain:]

Oh. What's up, man?

[J. Cole:]

What's up?

[T-Pain:]

I really like that shit you be doing!

[J. Cole:]

Ah fuck

[T-Plain:]

He... hello ?

The Come Up lyrics - J. Cole

I'm on The Come Up

Chill nigga, don't run up

A yellow nigga, finna rise and shine like the sun up

My mind on that paper, I ain't trying to wife the slut up

I'm dying for this cake and I ain't trying to wipe a crumb up

They ride with the gun up, kill you and light the blunt up

Uh, don't shed a tear if a nigga might get done up

But, just say a prayer if a nigga might confront us

'Cause his life is summed up, the medics wipe his lungs up

You coming to the 'Ville? You need to get a license from us

City on my back, I feel like I'm holding Big Pun up

No pain no gain, my nigga, I just numb up

I blow brains, Cobain a nigga if he jump up

With no shame, don't blame a nigga if you shot up

This is cocaine on flame, baking soda and water

And if you feel that then I guess I sell crack, get it?

Fall back, man, a nigga feeling crazy

Shitting on niggas like a nigga was still a baby

Carolina nigga shout-out to the 'Ville that raised me

So many hoes whipped, you would've thought we still in slavery

And niggas still sleepin' they're feelin' lazy

Uh, a killer maybe, you make me I will

Cheat me on my scrilla, I send you to meet Dilla

From them NC streets where the beef they deliver

And the clip is on E 'cause your chest got a fill up

While a nigga like me is just getting head like a pillow

Bread like gorillas getting bred

So long as my momma and my niggas getting fed

Fuck what a nigga said, man, I'm Fayettenam bombing

'Cause hatred is flattery you bitch niggas is charmin'

Who the fuck you harmin'? Boy, ya'll niggas is charmin'

And I'm armed and waiting for a target

You fucking with the best like Carmen

Aw shit, pardon a nigga for departing

I'm just getting green like a yard or a garden

A nigga finna blow while you niggas is false alarmin'

And just think, man, I was raised on ramen

Chicken noodle soup, now I'm filet mignon-in'

I promised my momma I was coming to make this money

And I swear I'm going to kill the nigga that try to take it from me

Yeah, that's real talk, nigga

It's J. Cole, nigga

Therapist whatever the fuck you wanna call him, it don't matter

You know, I'll make y'all niggas understand man

I know you can't believe yourself right now

You thinkin' this niggas from the south, ha-ha-ha

He can't spit, how the fuck is he so good?

Open your eyes motherfucker, can you see? Niggas on top

Yup, we on top

Mighty Crazy lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah

It's me

Feels good

Carolina, what up?

Blazing

Fayettenam, what up?

Therapist

Yo, ay, Yo

You niggas gotta be outta your rabbit-ass mind

A savage over this cabbage

You really think I'm finna let your faggot-ass shine?

Whipping niggas like big body Cadillacs

I'm on my grind, yo

Bonafide honcho

I could see through you niggas with cataracts, blindfolds

Matter of fact, I'm so bomb- niggas scatter that

Niggas that, Niggas so rat, Niggas better act pronto

My whole state in a reign, better pack ponchos, y'all know

Shit is real in the ville, you could die slow or quick

Survival's a bitch

But everybody don't meet her, so tuck the nine yo

Wherever y'all roll, niggas allergic to 5-0

God knows I don't put up no facade, no

No fraud, niggas scheming like Sideshow Bob

Keep my eyes so wide, nothing otherwise

Disrespect me, you could watch your mother sigh

From the other side, punk-ass nigga

Jump and get lumped fast, throw you in the trunk

Blast pop while I pump gas

Skunk-ass niggas is trash, you need a sponge bath

My niggas will ride all day like a fun pass

That's some New York shit, I'm from the south, though

Don't never disrespect me out yo mouth, ho

I got major clout though, y'all niggas dissin' me is doubtful

You talk shit? Watch your life fade like the outro

Dead Presidents lyrics - J. Cole

Let me try this

Uh. Yeah

Money coming soon

I'm out for presidents to represent me

Omen. What up, nigga?

Yeah, nigga. Yeah. Uh

Gimme my money, man, why else would a nigga be grinding? (Right)

Out for them diamonds, dog, how else could a nigga be shining? (True)

I'm glowing, knowing that the flow intact

Get this record deal, I swear to God, my first 'mil I'm blowing that (ha-ha)

Like fuck it, I know I'll grow it back, shit, it's nothing

Funny how blacks they spend dough on mad shit for stuntin' (yeah)

But shit, that's all we know man, that's how a niggas raised (true)

You learn 'bout two things: getting pussy, getting paid (uh)

And you should be gettin' laid by the time you in ninth grade

So niggas lying on they dick and hoes giving nice brain, yeah

In class dreamin' 'bout having these nice things (uh)

And then you look around and wonder why you strugglin' but them whites ain't? (Hmm)

I brush it off like "Fuck it! It's motivation" (yeah)

Some niggas gotta walk through life, some niggas roller skating

Some niggas bypassing steps, some niggas chose to take 'em (yeah)

And for that fortune, man, some niggas sold their soul to Satan

But fuck it man, I ain't hating,' I gotta go for mines

My little godsister pregnant now, I put in overtime

On my grind, yeah, just like the nigga making Folgers

I'm focused, on my bite, like a cobra, I'm tryna get my Oprah on

These hoes is crying 'cause I won't pay 'em attention (nah)

Time is money, bitch, and a nigga paying tuition (aha)

Real niggas hustle by using their intuition (yup)

While these fake niggas ain't about doing, they into wishin'

Yeah

I'm out for presidents to represent me

I'm talking Benjamins, nigga

Grants nigga

From Washingtons, man

Tired of those

Yeah!

'Til I'm rich, ain't no reason to settle, nigga

Its greed that make a nigga wink at the devil to get that cheese

You niggas couldn't think at my level, even with trees

You couldn't get this deep with a shovel, now nigga, please

I'm chasing Gs tryna throw some diamonds on them freeze

Sick shit, sneeze on some thousand-dollar sleeves

Ease to the top and I'm not finna leave 'til I'm hot

But my watch gotta breeze, a south nigga

Boy, I'm shining without the diamonds in my mouth

Out grindin' while you reclining on your couch

I'm climbing, you haters blinded by the doubt

My niggas riding is devout, so talking violence out yo' mouth

And you gonna find what I'm about, nigga!

Far from a slouch, nigga, I ain't gonna parlé with y'all

I'll probably hit ya, my hand game like Bobby Fisher

But check, them checks is all a nigga thinking

For them presidents, I'll treat a nigga like Lincoln

Blow!

Lil Ghetto Nigga lyrics - J. Cole

Fayettenam, nigga

Carolina, nigga

Yeah. Yeah. Let's bring it in

Yea, this is for my niggas in the struggle

Nothing but sweat, tears

Just another perspective

Lifestyles of the young, black, and genius

Sons strapped with guns packed in jeans

And the blunts got my lungs black as Jesus, (yea)

Play where killers hung at and slung crack for leisure

And tell a nigga run that, get gun clapped for sneakers

Young niggas emulate what's coming out the speakers

So everything we learn came from rappers, not teachers

'Cause if we can't relate, then how the hell you gonna reach us?

Surrounded by crooked cops and preachers (yeah)

Who am I trusting?

No time to think about illegal when your stomachs touching

By any means, nigga, even if the gun is busting

I see the world for what it is now

I see the odds is looking slim for our kids now

'Cause, uh, it wasn't set up for my people to rise, (yea)

My niggas slang, but I see the pain deep in their eyes

Niggas living like they don't give a fuck

And I don't blame 'em, it's a cold world, live it up! (live it up)

The things that I've seen (seen)

The dreams that I dream (dream)

The rain in my sky

The pain in my eyes

But know that it gets better baby

Hope that it gets better baby

Don't let this world break you (you) nah, nah

Don't let them break you (you)

Yeah, uh

I look up in the sky, see that ghetto bird circling

And rollers on the block, my niggas on the curb, cursing them (fuck)

Another day in the Ville, do I stay in and chill? (no)

Or go play in the field?

Help my mother paying these bills, you tell me, nigga!

We young, black, some strapped

Them whites got their lunch pack for school, we had our guns packed

And all a nigga wanna do is take his mamma from that

But they'd rather lock us up and make sure we don't come back

You kill a nigga over beef and cheddar? Even better

Just one less coon they won't have to arrest soon

Fuck a crooked cop three times

Bitch, I'm getting cake and ain't a nigga finna eat mine

That's why a nigga looking like a street sign (yeah)

Posted on the corner 'til it's sleep time

Wake up and it's feeling like somebody hit the rewind (why?)

'Cause them ghetto birds circulate, my niggas still cursing 'em

Another day in the city, my niggas say it with me, yeah

The things that I've seen (seen)

The dreams that I dream (dream)

The rain in my sky

The pain in my eyes

But know that it gets better baby

Hope that it get better baby

Don't let this world break you (you) naw, naw

Don't let them break you (you)

Homecoming lyrics - J. Cole

I'm I-95-cruising, the sun in my eyes

Headed south, dog, my mom ain't seen her son in awhile

Yeah, I sure live

Can't wait to see my niggas and fuck with my old chicks

Can't wait to cruise the city, be catching them cold grins

Same niggas, same place, doing the same old shit

Yeah, so nigga watch it

A nigga been in NY tryna get some bigger pockets

You still up in the 'Ville, tryna make it in the trap

I'm finna put us on the map, I told you I was coming back, cuz

Yeah, so make way

The prince of the city, ain't a street that I can't stay

You niggas is hatin', just be happy I ain't change

Blunts rolled to the murk, we all want the same thing

And that's money to feed us, yup

We pray to God, but, we ain't tryna meet him yet, ha-ha

Yeah. If I never

Nigga, man

Actually that is a bad idea, my nigga

'Cause, uh, nah nah nah

Now I'ma always come home, it's where a nigga was grown

Where a nigga was shown how to scrap (yup)

Shown how to mack (yup)

Where my niggas sold a whole lot of crack (yup)

Juggling them hoes, there was a whole lot of that (yup)

Momma work to the bone, puttin' clothes on my back

I'm comin' home to give everything I owe to her back (yes)

Yeah, I swear they say, man

Yeah, yeah

Shout to the whole 'Ville!

Of course, so real!

Uh. If I never- if I never went home again

"Hello? Chill out nigga, what's up, boy?

Yeah, I just touched down man

I'm over off Ramsey and shit

Aight, well look

I'm about to go check out my mom's man

What's jumping for tonight?

Oh the live? I'm in there, nigga

Carolina On My Mind lyrics - J. Cole

Yea. Yea. Uh

It's Carolina, nigga

Yeah

Fayettenam

Yeah!

Listen, alive and still kicking nigga

I survived the 'Ville

But a lot will not, so they wield Glocks and Bonnevilles

Niggas lying, still get high, they ride and kill

Money hungry, tryna find a meal

Can't stay inside and chill

Little niggas thinking, "Fuck school! I'm finna sign a deal."

Hunting hoes, trapping niggas

Lying like they're on the pill

Preachers say we blessed

But all we feel is stressed, tryna deal

If this liquor don't help, nigga, this marijuana will

Roll up, I take a shot for them niggas behind the steel gates

My mind is still racing, I'm tryna kill snakes

'Cause niggas is fake, but wait, time reveals so

Never mind, that real shit is what I am tryna build

It's kinda ill how I'm giving y'all that Carolina feel

A nigga so deep, you tryna find me dog, you gotta drill

It's kinda ill how I'm giving y'all that Carolina feel

A nigga so deep, you tryna find me dog, you gotta drill

Yeah

Yo. Coming home, y'all

Listen

At any given time, got the city on my mind

The city on my mind

I'm riding 'round feeling like the city, it is mine

The city, it is mine

At any given time, Carolina on my mind

Carolina on my mind

Said "I feel ya pain nigga, but I'm tryna go for mine,"

I'm tryna go for mine

Hey

Ay, fuck them hoes, let them bunnies be

Perfect vision I'm 20/20 for this money, G

See it's funny, you get that paper, then them honeys show

'Cause they know we finna blow, like a runny nose

Money goes, the money come

Barely twenty-one, I'm thinking big things

Mamma in the mansion with the fish tanks

The Carolina way

If you in college then you know the crime won't pay

Lest you find a way, fuck what them niggas is tryna say

'Cause in Carolina, we thorough

My niggas hold it down all the way from Fayettenam to the G-boro

And up in Winston, and Raleigh, did I mention?

The Bull City got them ol' fake niggas flinchin'

Tar heels state, either you shooting or you hoopin' yo

Niggas can't wait for them Panthers to win the Superbowl

So shout out to them super cold niggas up in Charlotte

No matter the city, man, Carolina shine, regardless!

Yeah

Yo, coming home nigga!

Riding big in an ol' school Chevy

With the windows down when I'm rolling through my city, like

Ooh!

On my way to meet up with a freak and my nigga drunk beating

She can hear me down the street, she like 'Ooh!'

Blew game and I do my thing

Ain't tryna settle down, I ain't shopping for no ring

Oh no!

Riding with my niggas for the weekend

Carolina sounds pumping out the speakers, like

Ooh!

Can't Cry lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah

Need y'all niggas to feel me, yo

Feel my pain

Said soft niggas can't last hard times, yo

Believe that shit

Yeah (yeah), aye (aye)

Real niggas don't cry

Look, yo

Was just a youngin' with that fresh fade

Bird chest, legs skinny

That hoop dreaming had me tryna be the next Penny

Fresh Pennys on my feet

Momma paid for everything I'm wearing

At the fair staring at girls, not a care in the world

Aw nigga, but shit done changed since "Mane" was my nickname

A little nigga chasing things, tryna kick game

Now I'm a man worried about my fam

Let me explain

It's like my pockets stay broke, and if not them shit's sprained

And so I rap for my niggas trapped in the struggle

You feeling like the world's on your back so you stumble

In the field like a quarterback get sacked, then you fumble

Jobs don't call a nigga back, so it's back to the hustle

Niggas praying for their moms, the same time their moms pray for them

Ask the Lord to stay with them, guide them on their way

But damn a nigga been a lost faith

It hurts on the usual

The only time you catch me up at church is a funeral

Damn

Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my nigga

The same ones you love will bring you pain, my nigga

I don't know if I'll see tomorrow

But I won't cry, no, I can't cry

And in this life, times getting hard my nigga

But fuck that, I'm aiming for the stars, my nigga

I won't stop, try 'til the day I die

And I won't cry, no, I can't cry, no

Listen, yo

I sit back and watch the news every now and then

Either get depressed or mad from watching the world just crash

Even the weather's bad

It be the same shit, got my brain twisted

Like, "Damn! It's '06, and niggas still up on that gang shit?" (that shit old, dog)

Yesterday this kid got his whole frame split

Only seventeen, he was finna graduate in like three weeks

Some stupid niggas got him for his chain

But he fought back, they blasted him and left him on the pavement, uh (rest in peace)

And now they're telling me this little girl just got raped

Some dude snatched her, she was standing at the bus stop

Wait man, she was eleven!

What the fuck is up with this world?

Got these grown niggas fucking with girls?

Plus the cops harassing us

Every week be blasting us, on accident, or so they claim

Reporters sympathizing like they truly know the pain (right)

They killed her only son

Now she wanna blow her brains out

Change the channel man, I can't watch this shit

Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my nigga

The same ones you love will bring you pain, my nigga

I don't know if I'll see tomorrow

And I won't cry, no, I can't cry

And in this life, times getting hard my nigga

But fuck that, I'm aiming for the stars, my nigga

I won't stop, try 'til the day I die

And I won't cry, no, I can't cry, no

Take a ride through the city man, tell me what you witness

Poverty, richness, crooked cops, and misfits

Violence, hatred, real devastation

Neighborhoods looking like there's still segregation

Welfare, single mothers, no jobs

Tryna get a piece for yourself, but they're hogging up the whole pie

Fiends in the street so high off of that crack shit

This nigga thirteen with a gat under his mattress (bang!)

White folks got the road to success mapped and that's all good

But why don't blacks got that same atlas?

I asked the same question a million ways

And it seems like I done prayed for a million days

But still the ills remain, just bills and pain

Shootouts in project buildings, children slain

Skies filled with rain and I just sit and wonder why

It's enough to make a nigga wanna cry, but I can't though

Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my nigga

The same ones you love will bring you pain, my nigga

I don't know if I'll see tomorrow

And I won't cry, no, I can't cry

And in this life, times getting hard my nigga

But fuck that, I'm aiming for the stars, my nigga

I won't stop, try 'til the day I die

And I won't cry, no, I can't cry, no

Yeah, shit dedicated to my cousin Ricky man

Hoop dreams cut short man

Learned he had a baby on the way

Nigga wasn't even a senior in high school

Hold your head man

Goin' Off lyrics - J. Cole

Fuck it. Aye

Do or die. New arrival

Holler at my niggas

You survive you's alive, yo

Now either you follow me and ride, or you's a rival

The difference between you and I is you a model, you posing

But who am I though?

The mulatto out for that lotto

Money coming soon, the newest model

Your crew is hollow

The type of niggas gobble dick, chew and swallow

Your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal

Oh shucks, you niggas is closed, you fold up

I'm from the Ville, niggas get killed over four bucks

Thank God we made it, my niggas, we grown up

Now we crazy over that bread, call us the "dough-nuts" uh

More sluts once the money blows up

But them hoes stop if the dough drops

I won't stop though, a chip off the ole' block

I'm from a city where niggas hold Glocks

Leave you looking like old socks, damn

Cops patrol blocks, spotting on us

The boys is rotten, I know they want us

Probably arrest a nigga, get a bonus

You kill a nigga, get promoted

Shit is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas

So much I just go nuts

Niggas telling me slow up

Never that

I'm tryna get where that cheddar at

Y'all don't hear me

Always somebody that don't want you getting cheese, yo

This whole bullshit is like Tom and Jerry

I'm kinda very raw, niggas can't deny facts

If you black they're sending you to jail or Iraq

Honor is something you can't sell or buy back

Niggas don't like bragging, they 9-11 fly cats

Hijack niggas. "Get up out your whip nigga. Strip!

I want it all. Ice on your wrists and the kicks."

This shit happens, I ain't just rapping, believe it yo

They got streets in the city police won't even go

Peep it though, uh

It ain't no secret, niggas beefing 'cause my ego so big

It got me speaking like I'm diesel, like I'm devil, oh

Niggas know my style though, I ain't tweaking, I am lethal though

Have your daddy looking for you

This ain't "Finding Nemo" though

Let me slow it down, dumb it down, y'all borin'

The son came up out that womb, yo, a star is born

If real recognize real, y'all are foreign

My team run a play on your bitch and we all scoring

Yeah!

Rags To Riches (At The Beep) lyrics - J. Cole

Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice-messaging system

DJ OnPoint

Damn, broke as a bad joke

But still I laugh though, frontin' tryna have hope

It's sad though, I'm tired of being broke as shit

I'm seeing other niggas ball and I'm like 0 for 6

Ay, man, I just graduated, good old college degree

Shit, my niggas drug dealing see more dollars than me

I know my calling, it's in my blood to do this music thing

Won't be that illest nigga that you never knew his name

I'm looking at these fake A&Rs like "You're a lame

That boy a genius and you ain't even listen. Man, you insane"

But you'll see though, just what the hell a nigga 'bout to be though

So give me one year then play this back like TiVo

'Cause boy I'm finna blow, I'm a motherfuckin' torpedo

The music's in my blood so watch these niggas turn mosquito, uh

I play the villain and the hero, some grow man shit

Feel like a goddamn kid, man I'm Pac and Big (What up?)

"Up" is something that I can't give

Won't see me disappear like the old Aunt Viv'

'Cause even on a slow jam, I'm so damn sick

Man I even spread a virus to a program, quick

I gotta focus on my flow and get some dough, man, shit

No dollars got me actin' like I got no damn sense

But peace to my broham's and to my ex-lady

Yeah we been complicatin' things with the sex lately

Maybe I'm being selfish, but nah, I can't help it

'Cause girl we go back like a throwback Celtic, Jersey

Regardless of where God lead us

Just know that I was Martin and you was my Gina, uh

But I'm through living in the past, Lord

No more thinking rewind, I'm more fast forward

Less rear-view mirror and more dashboard

I'm visualizin' cash and stamps on a passport

That CLS with a full tank of gas for it

Cop my mom a whip, nigga, and she ain't even ask for it

Wise enough to know that money can't buy you happiness or lovers

But it's gon' get my mama out the struggle

Wise enough to know that money can't buy you happiness or lovers

But it's gon' get my mama out the struggle

Said I'm wise enough to know that money can't buy you happiness or lovers

But it's gon' get my mama out the struggle, nigga

I'd like to welcome ya'll to

My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine... (Okay, in the sunshine)

Everybody loves the sunshine

This is the come up, nigga, uh, sunshine

Ayo real quick man

Everybody loves the sunshine

Y'all be a part of this experience man, The Come Up

While we gettin' outta here, I just wanna give a few shout outs man

(Sunshine) First and foremost man, my fam man, my mother my brother man

(Folks get down in the sunshine) God nigga, yes God nigga

For real my brothers from another mothers man, RJ man

(Sunshine) Mike Shaw, what it is man, Dreamville all day, we not

(Folks get down in the sunshine) We callin' that shit Fayettenam, nigga

But we also callin' that shit Dreamville

Nigga, you got a dream, you can get the fuck 'bout outta yo situation, nigga

Shout out to By Any Mean, my nigga Ebro man

Them two nice niggas, man

All the way, all terrain music all day

(There's trees and plants and flowers) It's a beautiful life man

From Rags to Riches, watch me man

(There's trees and plants and flowers) From Rags to Riches

Shout out to the whole North Carolina (Yeah)

(There's trees and plants and flowers) (Uh, yeah)

You just experienced The Come Up

DJ OnPoint, J. Cole

Get It lyrics - J. Cole

Gotta get my groove back, you know?

It's been a little minute

Yeah

Label me greedy, but see me finish what Petey started

From Carolina where niggas spray like graffiti artists

The south nigga, niggas used to think we retarded

And slow as hell, but well well, now we regarded as the niggas (yeah)

I fuck with non rapping niggas, non clapping niggas

Niggas is real, y'all is action figures (ha)

Ain't into acting bigger than I really am

Ain't no two ways around it, motherfucker I'm the man

Where the beef at?

Back in the days I ain't even go out for recess

A nigga don't play, man, I been living okay

Been up in Queens where they rid of those foes

And niggas GATs got bodies like video hoes

It's J. Cole, you not fucking with just any old flow

I'm like the '95 Penny, you like Penny '04

No disrespect to my favorite player

Niggas praying a nigga never see the day a nigga rich

So I'm slaying niggas, yeah

This is for my niggas tryna make it

Watch out for them evil ass niggas tryna take it, uh

They love to see a nigga dead up, in jail

Living in a world where we set up to fail

But I'm a get it, nigga I'm finna to get it

I'm a get it, nigga I'm finna to get it

Yeah

I'm a get it, nigga I'm finna to get it (yeah)

I'm a get it, nigga I gotta get it

Niggas in the streets, know

Nigga bless beats

I got that priest flow, heavenly

You gonna cross over if he reach for the rock

Just a figure a speech for the Glock

From the Ville, where police know the heat flow a lot (yeah)

Like a beach yo, it's hot

Niggas laid out

Caught a fake nigga center field it's 'cause they played out

Watch our boys fade out, niggas tryna hate

If he only knew my dick's in his dame's mouth

Just made out, came out the woodworks

Now they tryna peep a nigga footwork

I'm getting real green, y'all niggas playing on some good turf

Fake money, scared money, never make money

And a nigga never fear nothing but God

Fuck a facade

I'm just focused on stuffing my pockets up with them wads and shit

Hundred thousand dollar deposit shit

Been dreaming 'bout millions since a nigga was five or six

And so I strive, I'm the God, this some bible shit

Nigga I

Yeah

This is for my niggas tryna make it

Watch out for them evil ass niggas tryna take it, uh

They love to see a nigga dead up, in jail

Living in a world where we set up to fail

But I'm a get it, nigga I'm finna to get it

I'm a get it, nigga I'm finna to get it

Yeah

I'm a get it, nigga I'm finna to get it (yeah)

I'm a get it, nigga I gotta get it

Tell 'em visions Geppetto my niggas in ghettos with Scarface dreams

On the block with the hard hate, that's all they seen

Niggas killing niggas in broad day on all their screens

Watching cops loving car chase scenes

Niggas arrested

Treat us like roaches, the prison's nigga infested

They hate to see the day we ain't slain, niggas invested

All created equal looks like equal to a less than

Depending on your race, or depending on your address, man

I've been blessed, was given less and but still progress, man

I hate to see the position my niggas left in

Sling dope or nigga you slave for minimum wage

Ashamed

But we living in the cage, so nigga get paid, shit

How could I tell a nigga not to hustle?

Yeah it's a better life my nigga, but it's not for us though

Instead they wanted us to break

They never wanted us to make it, yeah

To my niggas smarten up until we smart enough to take it, nigga!

I Do My Thing lyrics - (feat. Nervous Reck)

Big Nerve out of the bullpen with the assist

We going back to war tell them boys to re-enlist

I got more shit you don't wanna be a vic

I'm bangin' ya'll heads it's 'bout to be a bitch

It's 'bout to be a lick I'm feelin' very vigorous

I'm 'bout to be set for life like I'm Jigga's kids

All terrain music you know how real it is

I got the beat and shit, now look what I did

My man filthy told just grab my balls on it

So, what did I do? Yeah I grabbed my balls on it

What should you do? I say bet it all on it

Yeah that's my advice just bet it all on it

Do what I say so I ain't talking for nothin'

Don't take "no" from a-holes yeah especially in public

J. Cole, we way swol', either hate it or love it

Got hoes we take those if you don't like it then fuck it

You got your feelings hurt?

You wanna talk about it?

Guess what bitch, I don't wanna hear about it

I do my thing and I don't care how you feel about it

You got your feelings hurt?

You wanna talk about it?

Guess what bitch, I don't wanna hear about it

I do my thing and I don't care how you feel about it

Look at the product it's nice

Fuck with fire and ice

Cheated on my girlfriend until my tires got sliced

Just got some x pills we gonna try 'em tonight

Hang on tight girl you going for the ride of yo life

Everything was fine until she said I wasn't her type

Oh I get it all the time it's because that I'm white

She was like "Nah. I'm used to dudes packin' the pipe

So, you can just drop me off if you ain't tappin' me right."

I hysterically laughed girl I ain't scared of yo ass

I done ate more pies than even Sara Lee has

So, when I get done with that, you wanna marry me ha

Play in the backyard so I can bury the cash

And I can bury the bone 'cause I am heir to the throne

I don't need no help see I can carry my own

No time for tricks bitch, Curly, Larry, or Moe

I hit with a big stick it's only fair that you know

You got your feelings hurt?

You wanna talk about it?

Guess what bitch, I don't wanna hear about it

I do my thing and I don't care how you feel about it

You got your feelings hurt?

You wanna talk about it?

Guess what bitch, I don't wanna hear about it

I do my thing and I don't care how you feel about it

J. Cole other songs:

A PLATE OF COLLARD GREENS lyrics - Daylyt & J. Cole

[Daylyt:]

Se Deus quiser, amanhã verei o meu amor

Yeah

P, I see you

Oh, this shit feel like-

Se Deus quiser, amanhã verei o meu amor

You know that feelin' when-?

Yeah

Just pray for me on the third

It's a body chopped in thirds, I heard

A lot of sheep in the circle

And you the goat, the Judas comin' to purge

It hurt him everytime you splurge

All this time spent, the mind sent, the haters envy

It make me happy knowin' they can never touch me

I tackle every goal he made, they think we playin' rugby

The rug be in the Ghost look like a floor at the haunted house

Six hunnid thousand on two hunnid acres, I know it hurt 'em bad

Paparazzi peek, we close the curtains

I know it hurt 'em, mad

Yeah, this like a verse that the pastor gave from the pulpit

They matador me but I ain't here for the bullshit

Never stress who they gon' bless today

I knew I'd get a mil', I came from Section 8, ain't stressed a plate, yeah

The rest is greatness, it's history in the makin'

His story he makin'

Take it into fact that we was taken

Placed inside the trap, tapped with laxatives and we think that we runnin' shit?

Relax and relapse, dope lift up a hunnid clips

Some blocks turn haunted, growth stunted

Like Barnum and Bailey, hard for the babies

Clownin' and drownin' they surroundings if an opp out

Backseat of the police car but never cop out

The pole too long to stop doubtin', for better days

The sun bright out, children, let it raise

If you hear this, keep your head up, praise, go

[J. Cole:]

Yeah

The reign is obsolete, Jermaine is out to be

Celebrated, paraded out in the streets for days, if not for weeks

For bringing us out the bleakest, burning pit

My words is slick, when it's my turn to kick

I apply pressure like I'm trained to stop a leak

How vain is my belief?

To say that I could be the greatest y'all done seen

With my cadence proper, from days I laid across the street

From these Caucasian neighbors, new kids I stayed around

I'd green and not as mean as my homies that played on project swings

What fate has not foreseen

My brain stained, engrained with the stories of slain bodies from heinous robberies

And rated R regimes, exchanging raw for cream

Tricked 'em and went left, they pull up shootin' like Tatum off a screen

The bills is due, as kids we knew the way the calls would ring

Since mom ain't paid 'em off, we trained to watch the names across the screen

And let collections pass just like we failed to make an offering

Gotta channel thoughts 'cause damn, the cable off, it seems

Deep down, I hated Halloween, with all that I have seen

Who needs another way to cause a scream?

Dangerous as the king of pop, how well they spin your block

No moves, minimal, smooth criminals

The whole gang doin' insane amount of lean

This ain't prescribed 'cause there's no doc' for pain they harboring

Some pray to God, but it's odd, 'cause Satan's catered all their dreams

Spiritually malnourished, dehydrated, now they feign

For truth in these flows, food for they souls, to make it all serene, uh

Well, here's a plate of collard greens (Uh), yeah

[Outro:]

Se Deus quiser, amanhã verei o meu amor

Album Of The Year (Freestyle) lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah

My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime

Higher than average, lot of cabbage

Thank God I never abide by the established

Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics

Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters

Like "Yoo-hoo" with a new-new ridin' passenger

Shout out Oak Cliff, I'm 'bout to fly to Dallas

Decade from now, I might just buy the Mavericks

What up, Mark Cuban?, I am only part human

Half-man, half-amazin', plus, I'm good at math like I'm Asian

Hate to use stereotypes

But that's light compared to what a nigga get from Caucasians

No race-baitin'—treat the beat like PlayStation

Reportin' to you live from the International Space Station

I'll pro'ly vacation on Mars

The flow is out of this world, and so is the bars

Blow the facade right off of your squad

Lil' rappers, I love you, but you ain't shit 'til you got offers in Prague

Look that shit up, a book, nigga, pick that shit up

Expand your vocab, I'm givin' out toe tags for no cash

All summer long plus three seasons after

Please CC a rapper, tell him meet me

It's absolutely imperative that my heat speak to rappers

The problem with this game is this weak sea of rappers

I'm the answer on the low, I'm a cheat sheet for rappers

I came up 'round AC to DC adapters

Plug talk, what I'm really sayin' is a shame but

My niggas move 'caine like HBCU Kappas

Whole town full of CC Sabathia's

You think niggas gettin' fat pitchin' crack? Not really

This is not the eighties, don't be silly

Now we push pills and sell heroin to Billy

Now Billy momma want the judge to pardon his addiction

How many black addicts that got caught up in the system?

With no sob stories on your prime-time television

I can smell a blatant contradiction, man, listen

Don't want to fuck up my vibe

Let's end it on a positive note, come see me live

KOD—album of the year, undebatably

My cadence be the greatest we've seen

Since the late MC whose name was The

Notorious—Dreamville stacked like the Warriors

Winnin' back to back, next up to bat

Is my nigga Bas, after that, Jiddy-J.I.D.

That's a New York City kid, plus ATL

Me, I'm from the 'Ville, but I know them towns well

Before I had a deal, I was givin' niggas hell

Now I'm givin' niggas deals and they're givin' niggas hell

Be Free lyrics - J. Cole

And I'm in denial, uh

And it don't take no x-ray to see right through my smile

I know

I'd be on the go, uh

And there ain't no drink out there that can numb my soul

Oh no

And all we wan' do is take the chains off

All we wan' do is break the chains off and

All we wan' do is be free

All we wan' do is take the chains off

All we wan' do is break the chains off and

All we wan' do is be free

Can you tell me why

Every time I step outside I see my niggas die?

Oh, I

I'm letting you know

That there ain't no gun they make that can kill my soul

Oh no

All we wan' do is take the chains off

All we wan' do is take the chains off and

All we wan' do is be free

All we wan' do is take the chains off

All we wan' do is break the chains off and

All we wan' do is be free

So now it was like the officer is pulling him inside the car and he's trying to pull away. And at no time the officer said that he was going to do anything until he pulled out his weapon. His weapon was drawn and he said, "I'll shoot you" or, "I'm going to shoot" and in the same moment, the first shot went off. And we looked at him and he was shot and there was blood coming from him, and we took off running—

Are we all alone

Fighting on our own?

Please give me a chance

I don't wanna dance

Something's got me down

I will stand my ground

Don't just stand around

As we took off running I ducked and hid for my life, 'cause I was fearing for my life, and I hid by the first car I saw. My friend, he kept running, and he told me to keep running 'cause he feared for me, too. So as he was running the officer was trying to get out of the car, and once he got out the car he pursued my friend—his weapon was drawn. Now he didn't see any weapon drawn at him or anything like that, us going for no weapon. His weapon was already drawn when he got out the car. He shot again, and once my friend felt that shot, he turned around and put his hands in the air, and started to get down, but the officer still approached with his weapon drawn and he fired seven more shots and my friend died

And all we wan' do is take the chains off

All we wan' do is break the chains off and

All we wan' do is be free

All we wan' do is take the chains off

All we wan' do is break the chains off and

All we wan' do is be free

Be Free (Remix) lyrics - J. Cole (feat. PhoniK)

[J. Cole:]

And I'm in denial

And it don't take no X-ray to see right through my smile

I know, I be on the go

And there ain't no drink out there that can numb my soul

Oh no

All we wanna do is take the chains off

All we wanna do is break the chains off

All we wanna do is be free

[PhoniK:]

Is it too much to ask?

Is it that hard to see?

I'm here pleading. This is what God gave me!

But your black heart bleeding bullets into the seeds of your own father

Why bother pour these tears in your bottle?

Just to quench your thirst?

So you could drag my little son in a hearse?

And bring darkness to Earth?

'Cause we don't look like you, it means we're victims by birth

I'll just bottle up my hurt

I'll just bottle up my hurt. Curse you but curse the system first!

Designed as a cage for my kind and the kind that is not your kind

You playing kind like we blind and we don't see through it

You came through with your sirens and your pledge to leave our bodies contoured with a chalk

Is it ever gonna stop? We just wanna live

But too bad we're equal - the killers and the kids

Now what? You ran out of handcuffs?

Is that how you conclude that he's 'armed'? 'Cause his hands' up?!

[J. Cole:]

Can you tell me why

Every time I step outside I see my niggas die

I'm letting you know

That there ain't no gun they make that can kill my soul

Oh no

All we wanna do is take the chains off

All we wanna do is break the chains off

All we wanna do is be free

All we wanna do is take the chains off

All we wanna do is break the chains off

All we wanna do is be free

[Eyewitness account from Dorian Johnson:]

So now it was like the officer is pulling him inside the car and he's trying to pull away. At no time the officer said that he was going to do anything until he pulled out his weapon. His weapon was drawn and he said, "I'll shoot you" or, "I'm going to shoot" and in the same moment, the first shot went off. We looked down and he was shot and there was blood coming from him. Then we took off running

Are we all alone, fighting on our own

Please give me a chance, I don't wanna dance

Somethings got me down, I will stand my ground

Don't just stand around, don't just stand around

As we took off running I ducked and hid for my life, because I was fearing for my life. I hid behind the first car I saw. My friend, he kept running, and he told me to keep running because he feared for me too. So as he was running the officer was trying to get out of the car, and once he got out the car he pursued my friend but his weapon was drawn. Now he didn't see any weapon drawn at him or anything like that, us going for no weapon. His weapon was already drawn when he got out the car. He shot again, and once my friend felt that shot, he turned around and put his hands in the air, and started to get down, but the officer still approached with his weapon drawn and he fired 7 more shots and my friend died

[J. Cole:]

All we wanna do is take the chains off

All we wanna do is break the chains off

All we wanna do is be free

All we wanna do is take the chains off

All we wanna do is break the chains off

All we wanna do is be free

Black Friday lyrics - J. Cole

(remix of Kendrick Lamar's "Alright")

Yeah

Ten toes to the ground

Yeah

Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening

No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning

I got a better way to fight these demons

Fuck do you know 'bout my pain? Blaow

Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening

No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning

I got a better way to fight them demons

Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?

If I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga

Six head shots, I'll erode a nigga

Pop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga

Ain't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga

Do a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga

Get you cleaned up then I fold you nigga

Shout out to the haters who promote a nigga

Flow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga

But I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga

Keep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga

Tired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga

Probably just gonna cop a little Corolla nigga

Don't need a Rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga

Dreamville going way up like a floater nigga

Couple hands out like I owe them niggas

Where was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?

No snakes in the grass 'cause I mowed it nigga

Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?

Right there let me get that there

Talk about it

Fuck do you know 'bout my dreams?

(Talk about it)

Nada

(If you really believe it, ain't gotta talk about it

You heard about what happens when you talk about it

Niggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it

Fucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)

Roller-coaster ride

(Start to doubt it too)

How much do it cost?

(Start to doubt it)

If I take a ride, fuck around get lost

(Shout-out my nigga Ib)

Roller-coaster ride, how much do it cost?

(El Presidente and shit)

(He want me to talk my shit for y'all)

If I take a ride, fuck around get lost

Cole world you should stay off this dick

I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks

Took a couple minutes and I sold out staples

A nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker

But I ain't coming to talk about all that paper

That's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say

Can't understand why niggas never got shit to do

You know the saying, same shit nigga, different day

I never felt that, no way

'Cause on the same day a nigga doing different shit

Spit different flows hit different chicks

Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips

Why I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it

Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists

Never stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris

So if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga

The flow sick as shit, catch Ebola if you bit this shit

I never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit

Then lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice

I'm that nice

Woo

What's the plan?

Cole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam

Got a middle finger for Uncle Sam

I done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan

But instead they make a young nigga fund the man

Same man that keep a young nigga under, damn

I just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam

On a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand

It's Cole fuckin' World, nigga

Dreamville in this motherfucker

Top Dog in this motherfucker

"When you and K. Dot shit dropping?"

Bitch, never

They can't handle two black niggas this clever

But this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...

Caged Bird lyrics - J. Cole (feat. Omen)

[J. Cole:]

Yeah, caged bird

Something like a caged bird

Caged bird

Yeah, look

You ain't a man 'til you stop chasing your friends, my nigga

Think for yourself, make your own plans, my nigga

I'll be lying if I said I ain't understand, my nigga

'Cause who you gon' follow when the leaders all get swallowed

By reefer clouds and bottles

In and out of county jail

This is hell, see the young black males in packed cells

With their heads down

And their fists clenched tight

Thinking, "I could bust a hole through this wall

And, bitch, I just might."

It's just like the caged bird; I sing a song

Hoping they open up these bars and send a nigga home

I cry when I'm alone

I'm wondering why would God send me here

Knowing that they hate us

Knowing that they make us feel like we evil so we kill our people

Without a second thought, in every lesson taught by OGs

We full of real nigga wisdom, so we proceed

Like real niggas who been stripped of our humanity

I see the judge's eyes, I know that he ain't understanding me

A caged bird (Yeah, a caged bird)

(Let this little caged bird sing) Caged bird

Yeah, caged bird

Freedom's just an illusion, that's my conclusion

And if it ain't, then how my niggas keep on losin' theirs?

This goes out to childhood friends that's doin' years

Prison tats on their backs like souvenirs

We wish that you was here

A mother's tear spilled on this page

A brother's tear spilled on this page

How many days left?

And can you find peace when you released

Still filled up with rage

Back on the streets just to peep that you still in the cage

[Omen:]

Well, it's the oratory vet

Turned down king slash poet laureate

Used to paint a picture with a story of neglect

I could've been a shorty drinking 40s on the steps

With a shorty on my lap

With a shorty on the way coming shortly to protect

I could've been a dealer in the party with the X

But I'm hardly in the mix and I partially confess

I definitely got a couple parts in me that I regret

Is the cup half-empty or is it half-full?

I fill mine up with Hennessy, then get back to him

I'm just a jazz musician trapped in a rap form

You think you standing for something you on a trap door

Well it's the, Mr. Introspective

I'm a dreamers dream, a sort of an inception

I never fiend for the scene but I dreamed of the things

That a Mercedes brings, like slow sex with fast women

Drinking cognac I'm past grinning

A sexy dress, fat ass in it

But still hit it 'til I'm half-winded

'Cause niggas tell me I'm the shit

Well I be hitting all these dimes

See I'm caged by the visions of the blind

I started as a king

Turned to a slave

Put us in our chains

We was forced to entertain

Thinking 'bout the present day I'm living off the stage

Wonder if a nigga ever get up out this cage

As I sing

[J. Cole:]

A caged bird (Yeah, a caged bird)

(Let this little caged bird sing) Caged bird

Yeah, caged bird

Freedom's just an illusion, that's my conclusion

And if it ain't, then how my niggas keep on losin' theirs?

This goes out to childhood friends that's doin' years

Prison tats on their backs like souvenirs

We wish that you was here

A mother's tear spilled on this page

A brother's tear spilled on this page

How many days left?

And can you find peace when you released

Still filled up with rage

Back on the streets just to peep that you still in the cage

Cheer Up lyrics - J. Cole

Even through the joy I feel the pain

Even in the sun I feel the rain

Even when I'm high I feel the lows

Like that's all I know, huh

And Lord knows I can't complain

But even when I do it feels the same

I'm getting high just to fight the lows

'Cause that's all I know

Yeah, school girl, cool girl

You're dressin' sexy and your mama is a cougar

So she let you do the grown folks' thing

Let you hang with them boys and they play you like a fool, girl

You got your new hair, it looks so good

You write the same nigga's name in your notebook

You know the same one from class, the one you let smash

Now you see him 'round school and he won't look

Now girl you is fine, ain't no doubt about it

But why else you think he hit it and forgot about it?

That's 'cause your mind don't match what your ass got

But cheer up, you gotta be your own mascot

You see you're lookin' for a man like you need somebody

Get your ass off of Twitter, you could be somebody

A doctor, a rock star, baby live life

But you'd rather wet up all your pillows all night thinking...

Even through the joy I feel the pain

Even in the sun I feel the rain

Even when I'm high I feel the lows

Like that's all I know, huh

And Lord knows I can't complain

But even when I do it feels the same

I'm getting high just to fight the lows

'Cause that's all I know, uh

That's all I know, that's all I know

That's all I know, uh, that's all I...

Hey cheer up! Uh

Ey little mama, cheer up! Uh

You got your whole life to live, ey why you wanna tear up? Uh

Don't let them little boy come but do some when they try to push up

Hey, hey

Yeah, I wake up in the morning and I ask myself

Is life worth living, should I blast myself?

Don't even wanna get out the bed

I got the Glock to my head, feel I'd rather be dead

Hey, am I hopeless? Raised with rats and roaches

Never liked them teachers, couldn't stand my coaches

Ask "what's the matter?" but you can't relate

Living a life that you hate but you can't escape

Feel like I'm stuck here, that's why I don't give a fuck here

There's no luck here, nobody to trust here

My own mother, yeah I love her

But things I heard as a child under my covers

Left me with scars, it was hard to see her suffer

Darkened my heart and I don't know if I'll recover

I'm going under and as I'm headed out the front door

She said she proud of me and I wonder what for?

And once more

Even through the joy I feel the pain

Even in the sun I feel the rain

Even when I'm high I feel the lows

Like that's all I know, huh

And Lord knows I can't complain

But even when I do it feels the same

I'm getting high just to fight the lows

'Cause that's all I know, uh

That's all I know, that's all I know

That's all I know, uh, that's all I...

Hey cheer up! Uh

Ey little mama, cheer up! Uh

You got your whole life to live, ey why you wanna tear up? Uh

Don't let them little boy come but do some when they try to push up

Hey, hey

cLOUDs lyrics - J. Cole

My niggas be smoking on something loud, head to the clouds

I ain't been steppin' out, tired of sticking out in the crowd

This world is changing right in front of me

Gray hairs, I'm aging quicker than I thought I'd be

(Straight up) Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

Please believe these flows teach egos

To freeze and then recede, I'm C4

Beneath your Jeep, the second you turn that keyhole

Then heat blows your weak flows right out the water

The father, boy, I work smarter and harder

My style got a restraining order, don't bother

I charter unseen territories in order

To push it farther than you niggas had ever thought of

I caught a lotta murder charges, turned artists

To martyrs, when I rock, thot turns to goddess

Fiends turn to kings, dreams turn to things tangible

My hands are full with grands I pulled

From stanzas, no, I can't go slow

I'm Sandra Bull, either proceed with speed or don't breathe

There's no creed or color that won't heed

To the warning, the planet'll shake when I'm performing

Tectonic plates from a place where Tecs on their waist

So stay safe, or get left with chest on your face

As death waits for your last of breath

I'ma pass the test, yes, I'm a master chef

Want a taste, then pay for it

They claim they're real, but they're seldom straightforward

The pain I feel on my frame gets transmuted to a dangerous flame

I spit fire at the devil while the angels sang

The flow changed, but Jermaine's the same, I'm Plain Jane

Not a chain on my neck, but shine like Baguettes

A shame, not a flex, to rhyme like the rest

My mind's quite depressed if I don't write these

I'm Spike Lee of the audio, back in my barrio

Parties got shot up, so I built up all my cardio

Dodge shells, collect coins like I'm Mario

But this is not a gaming experience, I'm serious, nigga

(Straight up) Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

(Straight up) Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (Yeah)

My niggas be smoking on something loud, head to the clouds

I ain't been steppin' out, tired of sticking out in the crowd

This world is changing right in front of me

Gray hairs, I'm aging quicker than I thought I'd be

I'm that bass in your trunk, the bullet that missed Trump

The gun that jammed 'cause it seemed God had other plans

The Son of Man extending his hand to Son of Sam

In forgiveness, for all of the homicides we witnessed

The overdramatized, the traumatized with sickness

Thrown in the pan and caramelized for richness

And served on a plate with sirloin steak

To billionaires who don't care the world's gon' break

Long as they make money off it, pain brings profit

One man gains it soon as the next man lost it

There's a bridge you can walk to hear God talk

But there are real slim odds a rich man crosses

'Cause greed is a poisonous seed, indeed

As it spreads like weeds through the mind's apple trees

I proceed with caution, and I'm not flossing

Unlike some, I'm not defined by my fortune

I'm defined by rhymes, though I'm in my prime

There was times that I was down 'cause I'd thought I'd lost it

But no, low and behold, as my poetry grows

I give all glory to God as the story unfolds

And the gray hairs that grow on my head will show

Ain't no time limit to get it, you ain't never too old

So keep hold of your dreams, no matter how it seems

If you don't water your lawn, well, then it won't stay green

I seen babies turn fiends, addicted to the screen

Their dad shares cashiers replaced by machines

Don't buy, subscribe so you can just stream

Your content like rent, you won't own a thing

Before long, all the songs the whole world sings'll

Be generated by latest of AI regimes

As all of our favorite artists erased by it scream

From the wayside, "Ayy, whatever happened to human beings?"

Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

My niggas be smoking on something loud

J. Cole Lyrics

The Come Up (2007)

Intro lyrics - J. Cole

Simba lyrics - J. Cole

I'm The Man lyrics - J. Cole

School Daze lyrics - J. Cole

Dolla And A Dream lyrics - J. Cole

Throw It Up lyrics - J. Cole

Quote Me lyrics - J. Cole

College Boy lyrics - J. Cole

Split You Up lyrics - J. Cole

Plain lyrics - J. Cole

The Come Up lyrics - J. Cole

Mighty Crazy lyrics - J. Cole

Dead Presidents lyrics - J. Cole

Lil Ghetto Nigga lyrics - J. Cole

Homecoming lyrics - J. Cole

Carolina On My Mind lyrics - J. Cole

Can't Cry lyrics - J. Cole

Goin' Off lyrics - J. Cole

Rags To Riches (At The Beep) lyrics - J. Cole

Get It lyrics - J. Cole

I Do My Thing lyrics - (feat. Nervous Reck)

J. Cole other songs:

A PLATE OF COLLARD GREENS lyrics - Daylyt & J. Cole

Album Of The Year (Freestyle) lyrics - J. Cole

Be Free lyrics - J. Cole

Be Free (Remix) lyrics - J. Cole (feat. PhoniK)

Black Friday lyrics - J. Cole

Caged Bird lyrics - J. Cole (feat. Omen)

Cheer Up lyrics - J. Cole

cLOUDs lyrics - J. Cole

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