J. Cole other songs:

 

Freedom Of Speech lyrics - Dreamville & J. Cole

Y'all niggas know what it is when I show up (King Cole)

The energy switch in this motherfucker

Came through with a bad bitch in tight britches

Made the ho book her own flight, I'm type vicious

Black boy fly, stupid racks, oysters on my plate

So much bread I think I got white privilege

Access to five-star rooms and white bitches

I dreamed it like Bing Crosby dreamed a white Christmas

After shows fuckin' on the slutty snow bunnies

I done came to the conclusion that I only like sisters

And that might be a hard pill to swallow for a few

She had dreams of fuckin' Cole and even her father would approve

(Yes, honey, you can fuck him) Look what a dollar bill'll do

Made them bougie bitches workin' up in Prada smile at you

Yeah, I know you hate a nigga, but I'm still smilin' too

(Will that be all, sir?) That'll do

Get-money attitude

You weren't 'posed to catch no feelings, bitch, we had a rule

Netflix when you come through, they ask

"You niggas still watchin'?" on the TV prompt

She give me dome, I catch some Zs, I call her ZZ Top

I keep it PG when you see me, but I hee-hee not

You go against the mob, you might just get your pinky chopped

I can't believe he think he hot and his CD flop

Hey, I done seen too many white folks in dashikis, stop

Cole, bitch, the flow switch like every fall

I was very poor, now I ball like a young Demi Moore

Henny pour on any floor

Pain seepin' out my memories' pores

Lord forgive me for the times I didn't follow

It was reflected in my music, all my shit was hollow

But now I spit with hollow tips and follow with the pyro

I politic, you ride to this, then call out sick tomorrow

I'm ill, fuck how you feel

Don't need no goofy-ass Richard Mille for your bitch to tell that I'm rich as hell

Nigga

You know what I mean?

And that'll be all, ladies and gentlemen

I appreciate you for comin' out tonight

Yes, yes, yes, yes, if you wanna check us next time

Same time, same __cpLocation (Hahahaha)

We known to fuck shit up every time we step on this motherfuckin' stage

That's right

And this is just a mixtape (Ha)

You asked for it

E, what up?

Get Free Coleworld lyrics - J. Cole (with Major Lazer)

[J. Cole - Verse 1]

Strictly for the survivors

The 800 number dodgers

Boy, what I tell ya ass bout picking up that phone

When the number unknown

Tell them people I ain't home

Half black learning white lies

Niggas broke her heart now she trying white guys

Too ashamed to bring around cause her homegirls’ll clown like

“Girl I ain't know you like ‘em bitesize”

She embarrassed now

On edge cause she gotta meet his parents now

They probably think I’m no good for ‘em

Too dark, too thick, too hood for ‘em

Now she sitting at the dinner table wondering what I’m doing here

They got me feeling like a job interview in here

They asking questions about a 5 year plan

She saying “who I’m foolin’, they could never understand”

They could never understand

[Amber of Dirty Projectors]

Look at me

I Just can’t believe

What they’ve done to me

We could never get free

I just wanna be (I just wanna be)

Look at me

I Just can’t believe

What they’ve done to me

We could never get free

I just wanna be

I just wanna dream

[J. Cole - Verse 2]

(Fuck is that smell)

I smell bullshit, it must be an election year

The more I listen man the more you sound less sincere

Still I’m wathcing CNN tryna keep up

In my interviews maybe I should speak up

Tell the world how I feel like you lying all the time

And keep ‘em niggas walking blind all the time

But the same niggas think I’m fucking dimes all the time

Like I'm walking round with money on my mind all the time

And I feed into it

I’d rather make tracks where I bleed into it

The singles only the look to sell these niggas the book

I can only pray that one day you’ll read into it

If not, fuck it, I got my own problems

Fuck ya beats nigga I produce my own albums

I zone out, that old sound that I’ve grown out of

Was born out of being broke with hope

But it don’t matter I’m on Saturn now and I won’t shatter

As long as this blood grows in my bone marrow I’m gonna gather my thoughts

As sharp as a bow and arrow

Back when I had no dough and no apparrel

My flow’s thorough, now I’m more aware of the perils a nigga face

Loaded pistols with nickle plates, the nigga fake

That's why I call the shit a race

Tha gony of defeat, wish the elite could get a taste

[Chorus]

Look at me

I Just can’t believe

What they’ve done to me

We could never get free

I just wanna be (I just wanna be)

Look at me

I Just can’t believe

What they’ve done to me

We could never get free

I just wanna be

I just wanna dream

[Amber of Dirty Projectors]

We’re all together in the same boat

I know you, you know me

Baby, you know me

We’re all together in the same boat

I know you, you know me

Baby, you know me

We’re all together in the same boat

I know you, you know me

Baby, you know me

I Just wanna dream

I Just wanna dream

I Just wanna dream

Baby, you know me

Grew Up Fast lyrics - J. Cole

[Verse 1]

Nigga I grew up fast, then blew up fast,

Money falling out my pockets, I got too much cash,

Can’t fit nothing in her pockets, she got too much ass

Like, god damn, well if you must ask,

We from the school of hard knocks, but your crew cut class,

Half white but don’t think I gotta Ku Klux past

When I’m up in the V, police be fucking with me,

No sir, no license, all I got here is this fucking degree,

Move along cock-sucker, ain’t got nothing to see,

‘less you talking blockbuster, you niggas in not Russell

You more Diggy, Me, I’m more Biggie

No diss to the young boy, I’m just rapping, get bored quickly

Just to make up for that line, invite him on tour with me

Show him the game, let him finagle these whores with me

Run through their doors with me, hit the Ritz Carlton for the night

Leave ‘em there two dykes, probably change a niggas life, right?

Wattup Vanessa? I loved you that one semester

Thanks to my profession I ball’d like uncle Festor

Thinkin’ about the board I used to have above the dresser

Half the shit I wrote down. I did it, it’s old now

Got, new goals, plus my money on Manute Bol

Funny how my old highs is suddenly my new lows

Tired of every chick saying she models before she swallows

So I only fuck with hat tricks, bitches with a few goals

[Verse 2]

Look, look

Not even slightly interested in what ya opinion is

I gotta greater purpose than a hater purpose

Imma stack paper, hustle just to relax later

Serve niggas and bring changes that’s a waiter purpose

Look how I made them nervous

Niggas is shakin’ I know they fakin’

Ok, you a killer, right,

And ms. Cleo’s Jamaican, and Bob Marley is Haitian

And me and Beyonce datin’ and Jesus Christ be hatin

But got mad love from Satan, for fucking Sanaa Lathan

While Meagan Good is waitin’

I’m the dead beat father of your little brother

In other words, god damnit, I’m a bad mother fucker

It’s Cole, it’s only right I brought back the soul

Yall got way too electro, damn near techno

Half-way homo, way too metro

Hennessy XO, Cole flows best yo

Style like Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row

Learn something boy, grow your ass up

Cheap nigga, if you was liquor, I’d probably throw your ass up

Matter fact, if you was grass, I’d probably mow your ass up

Last call for you old niggas gon’ pour your last cup

It’s Cole!

Grippy lyrics - Cash Cobain & J. Cole

She like my kick game

And when we met, don't kick game

I put her front row of the Knick game

Now she in my phone with a nickname

It's, it's, it's, hmm (Mmm)

Grippy

Yeah (Bro, I'm rockin' with this one)

Grippy, huh

Grippy, I call her that 'cause it's grippy

She thinkin' it hip, she a hippie

And she thinkin' of lips, she gon' lick me

And she sendin' a flick when she hit me

With a kissin' emoji, she miss me

When she see me, she say she gon' strip me

She gon' chew on the stick like it's Wrigleys

Mm, yeah, believe it or not like Ripley's

She said she was gay until I slayed, now she [?]

As soon as she page, I'm on the way, and I be showin' up quickly

On the highway, I'm goin' a hundred-and-fifty

Like, I gotta get you up out the Vickies, uh, like

So good, I just had an epiphany

It's grippy and wet, you know I'm a vet, but you makin' me feel like a rookie

How you make me tap out so swiftly?

But I'm back for the second round victory

I remember I saw you on Fifth Ave. with your homie Sabrina and Tiffany

I was thinkin' like, "Damn, your whole clique bad"

But I wanted your body specifically, hmm

Like, I'm tryna see how that glove gon' fit me, hmm

Like, I wanna feel like I'm touchin' your kidneys, hmm

Like, I'ma send all your kids to Disney, hmm, hmm

I'ma pay a lil' extra, make sure they meet Mickey, hmm

She a what? She a what? She a grippy, huh

She a what? She a what? She a grippy

Destiny

I'm tryna give you the best of me

I wanna kill it like rest in peace

Eat on that pussy like it was a recipe, like

Shanti

I wanna make you a mommy

You look good as a redhead, dreadhead, black hair, pink hair, blondie, like

Zari

I know I be on ya body

Not Meg Thee Stallion, but you a hottie

You let me hit I'ma buss ya scalotti, like damn

Mia

I cannot wait till I see ya

I cannot wait till I eat ya

You got a nigga then I wanna be him, like damn

Jada

You know I would never play ya

Can I put you on my face love

I want ya pussy now and want it later, like

Kayla

Got a body like you Wayda

Can I put you on my face love

That pussy creamy call you mash potatoes, like

China

You got that good up vagina

I gotta, find ya

I gotta hit one more time to remind ya, like damn

Niyah, you the quiet, you the shy one

I wanna mm, nevermind love

Fuck that, I want parts of ya vagina, like damn

Toni

I know that shit macaroni

I wanna be more than homies

Gimme that pussy don't be acting phony, like

Onny

You the opposite of boney

Can you ride it like a pony

Whenever you want it mommy, you could call me, like

TNT

I wanna have us a 3v3

Make it a movie, DVD

All of us got our phones on DND, like damn

Tiq the freak, Destiny, Lexi, I got a BNB

Polishers, like the eatery

None of these others niggas ever seeing me

Marni, Marni

I don't wanna talk about Marni

I don't think that I should talk about Marni

Fuck it, I'ma talk about Marni

You piss my bitches off like a potty

Can't get these niggas off of your body

I wanna put it all in your body

Wanna get in ya draws, till my dick is soft, now my dick is off in ya body

I got that different talk

If a nigga say that he don't want you then he get gizz lotti

Like damn

Mmmh

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmmh

Jess

We could make a mess, tss

I got something I must confess, tss

I wanna see you get undressed, fisher

I'm bout to send you my address

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

And when it in doubt, got me figured out, can't forget about

Millie

I wanna fuck your body till your dizzy

Want you to suck it sloppy, make it spitty

I'm about to call your phone so come get with me

Know you don't drink, can you sip me?

I want ya face, you so pretty

I got a thing, for your titties

I wanna eat your body like a ten piece, damn

Heaven's EP lyrics - J. Cole

I'm working on dying

Yeah, yeah

(Gotta have a space) Yeah (Gotta have a space)

Know what I mean?

She belong to the streets

Freedom, know what I mean?

Uh (Space to get this shit off)

Yeah

Yeah (Get this shit off my mind, off my chest)

Yeah (Know what I mean?)

Yeah

With every record I be asking the masses to tune your hearts to me

I represent intelligent niggas that grew up harshly

But lately I've been questioning, second guessing, whether or not I've got something to offer since I done eluded poverty

Or has the money watered me down, that truth is hard for me

Like the second time I got cut from the junior varsity

Fightin' back tears, I promised to switch gears

And said to myself "Whatever you do, you won't do it partially"

From this day forward, I move with a new ferocity

Ferrari coupe velocity, a fail proof philosophy

Success is in the effort, so if a nigga tried his hardest

I'm at peace knowing God ain't deal it in this group of cards for me

Some people say that I'm running third, they threw the bronze at me

Behind Drake and Dot, yeah, them niggas is superstars to me

Maybe deep down, I'm afraid of my luminosity

So when you see me on red carpets, I'm movin' awkwardly

Posin' all nervous, afraid of the judgement

And the thought of showin' too much of my day is repugnant

I be keepin' my kids away from the gaze of the public

'Cause these days, it feel like hate is they favorite subject

Fuck it, attitude like a young O'Shea with a AK

Aimed at your brain, violate, and I bust it

I don't play when it come to family, that's one thing I refuse

Pimpin' they kids out for views to just to be in the news

Could never be me, I piss in the celebrity tea

God with me on this record, this is Heaven's EP

The tales official, the best nigga breathing, it just failed to hit you

You couldn't tell 'cause you fell for the bells and whistles

And that's an area I don't excel

I'm from the 'Ville where young girls talk grown as hell

That's raw, never saw one person go to Yale

But every nigga that I know done gone to jail

At least once, provin' we the ones police hunt

For the pains, we smoke three blunts the size of tree trunks

Too much hunger, it's no wonder these niggas can't keep up

So saying "Yes" to a feature just means I'm 'bout to eat lunch, bitch

I'm goin' for it, no never shall he punt

I'm the one and you can be sure, speaking of beachfront

I'm kickin' my feet up while I write this in somewhere tropical

Supposed to be relaxin', this passion makes that impossible, mm

Supposed to be relaxin', this passion makes that impossible

High For Hours lyrics - J. Cole

This is called being high as shit, for hours

That's the name of this song, nigga

"High as Shit for Hours"

Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh, let me count the ways

They came here seekin' freedom

Then they end up ownin' slaves

Justified it usin' Christianity which saves

Religion don't mean shit, there's too much ego in the way

That's why ISIS is a crisis

But in reality this country do the same shit

Take a life and call it righteous

Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly?

In a hotel lobby after a show, was noticin'

These white ladies watchin' CNN, coverin' the action

They read the headline and then they all started clappin'

As if LeBron had just scored a basket at the buzzer

I stood there for a second

Watched them high-five each other

For real? I thought this was "Thou shalt not kill"

But police still lettin' off on niggas in the Ville

Claimin' that he reached for a gun

They really think we dumb and got a death wish

Now somebody's son is layin' breathless

When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas

Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus

Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas

Out there for the summer, feelin' just like I was Alice

Lost in the Wonderland where niggas still sufferin'

Just like they was back home, and that's wrong

So now it's "Fuck the government!"

They see my niggas strugglin'

And they don't give a fuck at all, and that's wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna

The type of shit that make you wanna let go

The type of shit that make you wanna

The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the President, I paid to go and see him

Thinkin' about the things I said I'd say when I would see him

Feelin' nervous, sittin' in a room full of white folks

Thinkin' about the black man plight, think I might choke

Nope, raised my hand and asked a man a question

Does he see the struggle of his brothers in oppression?

And if so, if you got all the power in the clout

As the President, what's keepin' you from helpin' niggas out?

Well, I didn't say "nigga," but you catch my drift

He looked me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift

He broke the issues down

And showed me he was well-aware

I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared

But dawg, you in the chair, what's the hold up?

He said, "There's things that I wanna fix

But you know this shit, nigga: politics."

Don't stop fightin' and don't stop believin'

You can make the world better

For your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be

But fuck that, I'ma bust back 'til they kill me

Change is slow, always has been, always will be

But fuck that, I'ma bust back until they kill me, feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight, third verse)

The type of shit that make you wanna let go

The type of shit that make you wanna

The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here's a thought for my revolutionary heart

Take a deeper look at history, it's there to pick apart

See, the people at the top

They get to do just what they want

'Til after a while the people at the bottom finally get smart

Then they start to holla "Revolution!"

Tired of livin' here, destitution

Fuck that lootin'! Can you tell me what's the best solution?

I used to think it was to overthrow oppressors, see

If we destroy the system, that means we'll have less of greed

But see, it's not that simple

I got to thinkin' about the history of human nature

While this instrumental played

Then I realized somethin' that made

Me wonder if revolution was really ever the way

Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say

Think about this shit for a second, you heard the way

The children in abusive households grow up

Knockin' girlfriends out cold, that's called a cycle

Abused becomes the abuser and that's just how life go

So understand

You get the power, but you know what power does to man?

Corruption always leads us to the same shit again

So when you talk 'bout revolution

Dawg, I hear just what you sayin'

What good is takin' over

When we know what you gon' do?

The only real revolution happens right inside of you

I said, what good is takin' over

When we know what you gon' do?

The only real revolution happens right inside of you, nigga

The type of shit that make you wanna

(High for hours, nigga)

The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)

The type of shit that make you wanna

The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I'm A Fool lyrics - J. Cole

[Verse 1]

Yea, I’m a fool, hundred thousand for the jewels

Last year we killed the game and left y’all browsing for the clues

Old niggas out here search for that fountain of the youth

Money talks and hoes say its an arousing point of view

Don’t make me act a fool like Malcom before the suit

How could you justify, I testified up in this booth?

And then, throughout the years, spilled tears and shared truths

Somehow they love a nigga better when he talk about his loot

Chain like a kelidescope, see life through a wider scope

Therefore, I know this necklace really represents a noose

Still I hit the jeweler how much racks to make me cooler

I just play the game homie, I ain’t make the rules up

Started from the bottom same way you lace your shoes up

So if I’m blowing cake, blame it on the place I grew up

Where niggas had nothing but dreams and television

Got no plans of seeing hell or prision

You can tell I’m living, right?

Never said I’m living right

[Hook]

And they like

Boy you a fool [x3]

And they like [x3]

Boy you a fool, Boy you a fool

And they like, And they like

[Verse 2]

I’m a fool, hundred thou to go to school

So much debt left me and my mama damn near drowning in a pool

First to go to college, they say knowledge is a tool

But these hoes on campus make a young nigga drool

So we party, skip class, get ass and talk cool

Meanwhile, she back home working hard I use that as my fuel

So I finally graduated but I’m sad to say that

I ain’t learn a fucking thing except the game and how to play it

I’m a fool, no scuffs on my shoes

No cuts I don’t bruise, so fuck y’all reviews

She told me Cole I love you roll with you way before the riches

But you way too educated to be calling women bitch and calling brothas niggas

Pardon if I cross a line but all this time

Knew you was different than all them other niggas

I responded to her “please don’t put me on a pedestal

Cuz I know better and I’m still a fool”

[Hook]

I'm Coming Home lyrics - J. Cole

[Chorus - Skylar Grey:]

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Tell the World I'm coming home

Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday

I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Tell the World I'm coming

[J. Cole:]

Back where I belong

I've never felt so strong eh

Feeling like there's nothing that I can't try

And if you feel me put your hands high, high, high, hey

And if you feel me put your hands high, high, hey

[J. Cole:]

This is my story this is my song

If you ain't got the heart, don't attempt to try this at home

It's just a poem from a man once living wrong

Now I'm in the zone, tell the World I'm coming home

Been a long time coming, been a long time coming

This song feel like the greatest of all time coming

Cause I do it B-I-G, I remember we would be high

Who'd have thought we'd be running rap when we was knee high

To appreciate the sun you gotta know what rain is

Or cause I'm famous you don't think I know what pain is

But I bounce back, would ya look at that

I take my spot at the top and I ain't looking back

[Chorus - Skylar Grey:]

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Tell the World I'm coming home

Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday

I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Tell the World I'm coming

[J. Cole:]

Hey, confusion like I was losing my mind

But one thing I never lose is my grind

My closet need a lot of cleaning now

I can't sleep cause I dont like the sh-t I dream about

Hey Dear Lord please help me get the demons out

And then help me get my genius out

And get back to what I had

If my good's outweigh my bads, do you think my mistakes is gon even out (even out)

I guess try and see, it's on my diary, I'm living for my kids

Now they is just as fly as me

Talk well, wonder if Andre Harrell knew how great I would be when he fired me

[Chorus x2 - Skylar Grey:]

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Tell the World I'm coming home

Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday

I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Tell the World I'm coming…home

I'm On It lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah, my God, Science

[Chorus:]

Lord I’ve been dreaming about the paper

I want it all

I wanna shine, I wanna ball

I want the whip with the suicide doors

this is my life homie, you decide yours

I’ve been dreaming about the paper

I want it all

I wanna shine, I wanna ball

I want the whip with the suicide doors

this is my life homie, you decide yours

Man, man I’m on it, I’m on it

get on my level I’m hot like, I’ve been dancing with the devil man

I’m on it, uh uh I’m on it

so in case you aint heard, observe

I’m bringing that fire, you know that flame throw

I’m getting you high, I spittin’ that brown sugar that DeAnglo

just look in the sky

a nigga so fly I’m up here touching rainbow’s

aint making it rain though

no don’t be silly mama, I’m no pinata

letting my paper fall, no way

but if you feeling it, you can take it all and show me

don’t fight the feeling mama

not Jeffrey Dahmer but your body is a killer mama

I’m tryna rock that ass to sleep like pyjamas

I’ma ball hard with the Roc, crossover hit the shot

my palms itching like I just got the Chicken Pox

haters wish they could, bitch, I’m bad meaning good

I live my life like you should cause...

Man, man I’m on it, I’m on it

get on my level I’m hot like, I’ve been dancing with the devil man

I’m on it, uh uh I’m on it

so in case you aint heard, observe

And I’m back with that flame, I got that flow that’ll blow your brain

they calling me Cole yeah thats my name

and just like Martin I know that pain

no novacaine and wont complain never

but spit it so hot whenever I drop a verse I change weather

now hey badder I’m dropping that Floyd Mayweather or rather Lebron james

rather so much better than these featherweight rappers I’m ahead of my time

and never pressing rewind

now watch me shine,

I’ma ball hard with the Roc, crossover hit the shot

my palms itching like I just got the Chicken Pox

haters wish they could, bitch, I’m bad meaning good

I live my life like you should cause...

Man, man I’m on it, I’m on it

get on my level I’m hot like, I’ve been dancing with the devil man

I’m on it, uh uh I’m on it

so in case you aint heard, observe

(Watch me shine)

Big plans

(Watch me shine)

Big things

(Watch me shine)

Big money

(Watch me shine)

Big dreams

(Watch me shine)

Big crib

(Watch me shine)

Big screen

(Watch me shine)

I’m tryna shine like

(Watch me shine)

I’m on it, uh uh I’m on it man I’m on it, I’m so on it

I’ma ball hard with the Roc, crossover hit the shot

my palms itching like I just got the Chicken Pox

haters wish they could, bitch, I’m bad meaning good

I live my life like you should cause...

Man, man I’m on it, I’m on it

get on my level I’m hot like, I’ve been dancing with the devil man

I’m on it, uh uh I’m on it

so in case you aint heard, observe

It Won't Be Long lyrics - J. Cole

[Chorus]

Uh, yeah

I said it won’t be long (no)

‘fore we out here baby

Gotta get you up out here baby

Said it won’t be long

‘fore we out here baby

We up out here baby

[J. Cole Verse 1]

I say a prayer and look up in the sky

Thank God even though a n-gga headed to this tired day job

Will my eyes stay wide

Still I know I’m gonna blow

This is music for my n-ggas cause I know you want more

Cause that old sh-t fake and this new sh-t real

J Cole not Jay witness that Blueprint feel

Hey Cole is you crazy thats some big boots to fill

Yeah straight out the Ville and the shoes fit well

Same heaven same hell

Same n-ggas get killed

Knew every detail still never would tell

Scared of the repercussion

Scared of them people bussin

Bullets be hittin’ n-gga’s you swear they could be percussion

N-ggas be holding triggers before they could read instructions

Oh God, never did our fathers teach us nothing

No law, but became a man on my own

Showed my momma I could stand on my own

[Chorus]

Uh, yeah

I said it won’t be long (no)

‘fore we out here baby

Gotta get you up out here baby

Said it won’t be long

‘fore we out here baby

We up out here baby

[J. Cole Verse 2]

Dear mama, your son hurting

Living in this cold World where n-ggas shun virgins

And praise hoes

As days go by shawty 19 years old

No clothes for her baby yet she stay so fly

Tell me why mamma do you cry

Is it cause you know my teacher be feeding me lies

Is it cause you know that Preacher is greedy inside

Cause racism is alive I see the disguise

Mamma I know it hurts

It hurts me to watch you go to work barely hanging on

Some rich man getting richer while you slaving for him

So whats the options for him

A young n-gga from the hood without a pops at home

Surrounded by no good

And soon no good becomes so good quick

A little drug money got him feeling so hood rich

Killing your hood with the same sh-t Ronald Reagon filled up your hood with

And it’s still in your hood sh-t

I’m feeling no good mamma

I’m sick of my soul

Is there a better life for us I just sit and I hope

I just hope and I pray

It’ll change one day I’ll make a change one way

And mamma I can fly you out this cold World

This cold life, it’s all wrong

There’s no right

Its hard to see the good when there’s no light

Just grrab onto me, trust me hold tight!

[Chorus]

Uh, yeah

I said it won’t be long (no)

‘fore we out here baby

Gotta get you up out here baby

Said it won’t be long

‘fore we out here baby

We up out here baby

Johnny P's Caddy lyrics - Benny The Butcher & J. Cole

[Benny The Butcher:]

Yeah, you know?

Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me, know what I mean?

You know this shit don't feel as good as it look (Big Griselda)

I'ma keep it real with you (Black Soprano Family)

I'm straight, though (I'm good)

This street shit made me what I am today

Niggas know I went so hard for this shit

I deserve this shit, nigga (Ah)

The Butcher comin', nigga

This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches, more 'bout how I mastered physics (Uh-huh)

In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catchin' chickens (Yeah)

I was nice, but they was right when they told me that rap a business

I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million

Come easily? No good, don't be surprised I outlast these niggas

It's like they put out a smash then they gone in a flash, admit it

And then they make tracks and diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (Fuck you doin'?)

They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the bitches

That was really me, nigga, I ain't have to act in Conflicted (Nah)

Only difference is I'm livin', and I would've whacked one of 'em niggas

Who knew that after drug dealin' I'd still be casual spending mil' plus?

Annual income, so here's my manual and then some

And this Eastside shit still in me

My ability to turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon' remember me (Let's talk)

Figure me, walk this tightrope with a feline's agility

The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly

I can never leave the scene without checkin' my mirrors visually (Mm-hmm)

Come with that energy 'cause some shit gon' always stick with me

They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity"

They askin' "What work y'all niggas put in?", I'm like, "What didn't we?"

Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress

Illogical for them to feel they responsible for our success

Besides Con' and West, tell me, who else I gotta respect? (Who else?)

'Cause I'm kinda perplexed, it's 'bout time that I got my respect

It's the Butcher, nigga

Ah, let's go

[J. Cole:]

'Bout time that I got my respect, it's the Butcher, nigga

Yeah, Cole fuckin' World

Griselda shit, you know what I mean? (Griselda)

You know what it is, nigga, when I show up

I'm on ten, nigga, not nine

On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin'

Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin'

The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions

Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin'

Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin'

But the guns and the drug bars that y'all relyin'

Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am

But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin'

Stretchin' the truth, know I never stress in the booth

They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the masseuse

Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records is proof

I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose

Cole World, the heat'll blast through your speaker

He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers

Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper

I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature

I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer

Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether

Collectin' his bread en masse like he a Catholic preacher

Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher

Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity

Really, no MC equal, feel me?

Cole pen be lethal, crib like an old MTV show, uh

On God, the best rapper alive

Headshot, now go and ask the best rappers that died

They'll tell you he never lied, nigga

Yeah, Tana Talk

LA Leakers Freestyle #108 lyrics - J. Cole

[Part I: "'93 'Til Infinity" by Souls of Mischief]

Yeah, rest assured

The best is here in the flesh, and that's for sure

The rest should wear 'em a vest, I'm set for war, nigga, press record

I send niggas to address the Lord

Same flow that put your neck to sword

The same flow that just undressed your whore

Takeover, nigga, check the score

This is chess, better check your board

Who gave the world more fire but got less reward?

No stress, my only guess is that less is more, more or less

Hundred G's in my dresser drawer, I'm blessed

Hope IRS don't arrest me for it, I'm new to it

My new crib got the Time Square view to it

While two bitches lay in my bed, I'm used to it

That's your best friend givin' me head, now you do it

See, mami? It's not so weird

After I hit, I cut you off like Picasso ear

Van Gogh or whoever, Goddamn, Cole, you're too clever

Like a fucking James Brown sample, you're two-ever

Times two, that's forever, more treble

Meanin' more high-end shit on your level

Put the fear of God in niggas, I'm pure Devil

Walkin' contradiction, my description

Off the top, magician, compositions nonfiction

Shitted in the competitions

Pot to piss in, gone, uh, so long, uh

Saturdays, a nigga used to mow lawns, uh

Nowadays a nigga be eatin' prawns

Fuck my bitch by the window, wave to the peeping Toms, ugh

Yes, I'm Carolina's finest

Southern nigga with New York stamps, honest

Out in Queens with the fiends, I'm your highness

Cole World, don't mistake it for a sinus—

Infection, at this point, I'm just flexin'

Bas is next in line, and the test is time

Play the game right, nigga, he gon' rest his mom

In the sands of Sudan where she rest her mind

And find peace, 'cause her son'll be fine

He got the city on his back, and I got him on mine

You think I'm lyin'? Shit, step one: got the 'Ville on map

Shit I predicted in my raps, I done did all that

Next, please, eat rappers, mm, check please

Here's a tip while niggas grip my testes

You wan' shoot? Then shoot, don't play with me

Hardest shit out the South since slavery, nigga

Hardest shit out the South since slavery, nigga

[Part II: "Still Tippin'" by Mike Jones]

Ugh, woke up this morning and wondered

"Hey, should I get fresh or should I keep it humble?"

My closet like Dover Street, used to be bummin'

Some days, I'm still bummin', the difference is now, it's by choice

Got dressed and peeped out the window, these lil' niggas different

They don't play Nintendo, they play with extendos

I hope you can limbo

That chopper gon' spin you around like a judge on The Voice

I'm from a city where most niggas never get lucky enough

To see somethin' outside county limits

I ran up the digits, I don't have no muh'fuckin' business

Complainin' about nothin'

Ain't got no time or no patience for lists they be makin'

Or who they debatin' is better

Let's face it, he one of the greatest

No Bill Cosby shit, but if niggas is sleepin', then fuck 'em

Most niggas don't understand me

I don't do the GRAMMYs, I be in my jammies on sofa

Most niggas don't understand me

Ferrari or Camry, I bet I look good in 'em both

Most niggas don't even get this

Cole, How you on top but you don't got no bitches? I know

Most niggas don't even get this

So given the chance, they trade family for riches, I know

Look at my ceilin', it's endless

I'm sick and these bitch niggas feelin' the sickness

It ain't enough vitamin C in they system to get rid of me

I'ma kill it relentless

On top, but I sound like I'm still in the trenches

I come from that 'Ville, I turn villains to victims

Reach and see "R.I.P." fill up your mentions

A message for niggas that's feelin' ambitious

How come a nigga still ain't hit his prime?

Ahh, you bitch, Off-Season comin' May 14th

Fuck all y'all niggas, it's over for you

I swear to God

Let Nas Down (Remix) lyrics - J. Cole (feat. Nas)

[Intro]

Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born

Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end

As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain

My plateau, and also, what defines my name

[Chorus: J. Cole]

Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals

Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible

Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin

No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin

[Nas]

I ain't mad at you, young king, this unsung song is haunting

Along comes a one son called a offspring

The Earth spins, my Old Earth grin, sung a church hymn

She birthed in September, took my first wind, again, the Earth spins

I jumped in my first Benz, fled out, lead out

Screams got in the game and took bread out

The nerve of these niggaz, weak flow, yo Cole let's murder this sequel

Freedom or jail from Fayetteville to QB though

Cause back when I was young there was massive niggaz

But I passed them niggaz, just being nasty nigga

Military hat, fatigue pants saggin, Henny'd up

Execs asking will he live to see his own release date happen

Straight off the corner with the armor, Arm & Hammer

But I had a appeal, I was a charmer..

Yet still being my momma's son was my biggest honor

This shit was just kinda just a hobby in my project lobby

We was tryna be the Queensbridge Cosby's

But the street life robbed me of that, so I had to put it in raps

And who could I ask for help? Older nigga was gettin mad

But that's the gift and the curse, that's the good and the bad

At least you got Jay, but he already one of the greats

And it's hard for the great to tell somebody how to be great

Nigga I tried and niggaz threw that shit right back in my face

They took my co-sign, but they ain't let me EP their tapes

And when they joint tanked, that's when they point blame

So point blank, young Cole, you won't be the same

The first album freedoms and them fourth album pressures

A big difference between 'em but I get why you said it

Radio records are needed, I just wanted it to bring the warning

Global warming to that cold world you was breathin

That's some advice, I never got

If I don't sell another record, I'll just steady rock

While you was writin down my rhymes I was just tryin to show you

that if you say what's on your mind, you can stand the test of time

Now I'm playin "Born Sinner" loud, saw you live, rock the crowd

Like wow, you made your nigga Nas proud

So you ain't let Nas down...

It's just part of the game, becoming a rap king, my nigga

You ain't let Nas down...

How that sound? Here the crown, pass it to you like nothin, nigga

You ain't let Nas down

[Chorus: Nas]

Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals

Slick Rick was like Jesus, G Rap wrote the Bible

Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin

Large Professor's my mentor, that's how the story end, uh

Lion King On Ice lyrics - J. Cole

You're everything, you're everything

I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie

I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie

I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie

I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie

I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie

I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie

I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie

I got a whole lot to prove

Uh, sip from the bottle for shit that we bottlin' in

Goin' live but we not on the 'Gram

It's the land of supply and demand

All my young niggas choppin' up grams

And them choppas, won't pry from they hands

Packin' lead like they got a exam

If it's beef, my nigga look just like home wreckers

They got they eye on your mans

I pray to God it'll jam

Too many done died in these parts

So we gotta be smart if we tryna see August

Some niggas won't make it past summer, regardless

I'm tryin' my hardest to stack my deposits

These niggas be lookin' at me like I got it

Deep down inside, though, I still feel as broke

As that nigga who just graduated from college

Scrapin' up change that got left in my pockets

I'm tryna make nickels turn into a dollar

Ridin' the train, way too shy to go holler

Just watched her get off at a stop, I'm a coward

Fuck it, though, you got a way bigger target

I'ma do it so big, they don't know what to call it

Sound like a whole Lambo truck in my stomach

Bitch, I ain't hungry, this feeling is starving

Gotta move momma from out them apartments

Gotta put 'Ville on the map, we forgotten

Gotta hit hoes, you hang up at your locker

Gotta get rich 'cause my granny pick cotton

Gotta make hits, 'cause if nothin', I'm floppin'

Gotta stay me in the process

Nigga dissed me, it was nonsense

I sat 'em down like his father

My nigga asked, "Why you bother?"

We shoulda caught him and mobbed him

I said, "We gotta move smarter"

Don't wan' be the reason for one more sad song

I tried to warn niggas they wouldn't last long

I hope that you see how they came and they went

They shots never hit but they made their attempts

May have a good year like their name on a blimp

But you know what it take to be poppin' this long

Dedication on another level niggas never seen in they life

Celebratin' all your first downs like they touchdowns, bring a price

Young Simba had a buss down, yeah, the Lion King on ice

Niggas wanted me to look the part, had to stop takin' advice

Put the jewelry to the side, had to find me, had to find God

Half the time, we be pacifyin', what they expect from us?

But that's treacherous, that shows less of us

I need y'all to see every part of me, every scar and every artery

Every story that I can recall, then I can fall

I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie

I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie

I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie

I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie

I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie

I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie

I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie

I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie

Uh, lately, I reflect, on the times a nigga was low

I got it up off the floor, I'm stronger than ever before

I'm stronger than ever before, just like I planned to be

They wanna see me fold, it ain't no thang to me

Thoughts when I was broke, "If only I could be"

Pockets holdin' hope, it ain't no thang to me

At night, I hit my knees, I pray for better days

Then found the better me, I got my head on straight

Up, up and away

Just ridin' my wave, I ain't ever gon' say nothin'

Nigga throw a shot my way, I just jot down names

But never gon' say nothin'

Know you be stressin', hate only block your blessin'

I'm never gon' say nothin'

Quit all that flexin', niggas live check to check

I'm never gon' say nothin', know that it's destin-

Maine On Fire lyrics - J. Cole

[Verse 1:]

Maine on fire

My empire be higher

Than an octave on Mariah

You niggas should worship sire

Your crew holding dead weight like a fuckin' hearse's tire

Meanwhile I'm like the flow diversifier verse is flyer

Gave you truth at a time when niggas prefer the liars

I was David promising the world that ima serve Goliath

Then I swam with sharks

Made it to the land and part

My dick in bitches

With intentions sick as satan's worst desires

Hell of a intro speedin' through this life at a hell of a tempo

Get my head out the window

20 k in my pocket

As I'm feeling the wind blow

And I ain't have a wallet since nintendo, comprendo

Orchestrating these capers watch my paper crescendo

I used to wanna save the world

Now all I do is spend dough

Till I snap back like hov hat

Now I'm back with this big black strap like hol' that

[Hook:]

Maine on fire

Top down bitch I ain't no liar

Henny on the rocks and plenty on the watch

Middle fingers to the ones who say we can't go higher

Maine on fire

Every week can see my name on flyers

Henny by the shots many bottles pop

And if she say that she ain't let me she a dang on liar

[Verse 2:]

We collect a hundred thou

Getting over on promoters might as well say run it now

I was such a cunning child

The one your girl mama wish she brought back home instead of you

The one your mama glad you hung around

Cole a charming nigga that can harm a nigga

Chest out in your hood like I walk around with armor nigga

But its just me and all my nigga's and we fuck the baddest

Bitches on the planet witnesses this is

Hustle at its, finest cause while you nigga's chase vaginas

We just let the paper blind us

While vaginas chase behind us

Take notes make money don't make jokes

For the master grab his rope and make us all scapegoats

Real shit but if the world really bout to end

We might as well let my nigga Craig out the pen

Pain so deep the words bled out the pen

And maine don't sleep nigga I win then come again

Huh

[Hook:]

Maine on fire

Top down bitch I ain't no liar

Henny on the rocks and plenty on the watch

Middle fingers to the ones who say we can't go higher

Maine on fire

Every week can see my name on flyers

Henny by the shots many bottles pop

And if she say that she ain't let me she a dang on liar