How High lyrics - J. Cole
What's love
Got to do, got to do with it? (Yeah)
I get a little taste then I'm through with it
Then I send her right back to you with it (Ha ha), hey, how high?
(Hey) What's love (How high?)
Got to do, got to do with it? (How high?)
I get a little taste then I'm through with it (How high?)
Yeah, I send her right back to you with it (Smoke something, nigga)
Visionary, play your position, no missionary
But yet I pack Gospel in the quotes I spoke
You listening to the most high like the Pope on dope
Now picture that, my poetry's deep, now fish for that
Only real niggas catch something, phoney niggas fail
Shit you gotta feel like it's only read in braille
Both did the crime but his homie didn't tell
So he fucking bitches while he sitting lonely in a cell
Thinking, "Well, what the hell I been on
They gave a nigga five then they threw another ten on
By the time I'm back in the streets like a bachelor
I gotta play the clubs with the old ass women"
Life is a movie, pick your own role
Climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole
You sit around crying, that's like sitting 'round dying
You wanna touch the sky? Bitch, you figure out flying
Nigga, how high? So high that I could touch the sky
How sick? So sick that I could fuck yo' bitch
Nigga please, my squad stack plenty of Gs
And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees
Nigga, how high? So high that I could touch the sky
How sick? So sick that I could fuck yo' bitch
Nigga please, my squad stack plenty of Gs
And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees
Hey, as the troubles of the world unfurl
My niggas hit the trees like squirrels
Tryna get a nut with your girl, think I need to quit tryin'
'Fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
Karma for the Kama Sutra
A lot calmer when the ganja's through ya
You need ya armour 'cause them niggas out here tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon' snatch you out that Honda
For stashing that marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I feel ashamed
I broke the law but look I'll never smoke or steal again
In your courtroom wylin', I don't mean to keep smiling
But right now I'm high enough to probably steal a plane
Man, just look at me, what if I couldn't read?
Would you throw the book at me?
What if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to look happy?
It's been a long time coming
Tell my nigga roll me up something
Nigga, how high? So high that I could touch the sky
How sick? So sick that I could fuck yo' bitch
Nigga please, my squad stack plenty of Gs
And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees
No I don't smoke, maybe once in a blue
When the tension gets thick then there's nothing to do
Through the windows of my soul, open the blind
My eyes get shut but I open my mind
How high? La la la la
How high? Hey hey hey
How high? Yeah yeah yeah yeah
How high? La la la la
Is that a shot that you threw little man?
I understand, you frustrated career ain't going how you planned
Make it worse, your friends, now when they talk rap
All you hear is "J Cole this" and "J Cole that"
It must be hard for your pride just to take all that
I know your weak heart gotta break off that
Boy, look, Cole World this is your worst fear
I'm burning you niggas and I'm only in first gear
I'm serving you niggas this is only the first beer
12 months from now, you'll be having the worst year
No tears for the haters, I'm still counting money
Cole ain't dropping, that's real fucking funny
Grade-A dummy, sleeping on a nigga raps
Something like a mummy
But I'mma wake yo' ass up
Something like your mommy on school day
I smoke two l's with ya girl this is Cool J
How high?
How high?
How high? Yeah
How high? Yeah
What's love got to do, got to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm through with it
Yeah I send it right back to you with it
Fitted Cap lyrics - J. Cole (with Rick Ross, Wale, Meek Mill)
[Rick Ross:]
Beat Billionaire
You know I stick to the script
Twenty-million dollar nigga but I do it like this
M-M-Maybach Music
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Huh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Huh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
[Wale:]
Uh, Ferrari Mikes, bitch, I'm on my car show
My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concord
11, know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss
The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't with all that commitment shit
PRPs is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'
My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
That's Omeka from 10.Deep, ATL, I'm with the cooker
I ain't even tryna fool, ho, I ball like private school
You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
NT, those my niggas, you know we just be bullshiting
It's ironic how I drop some dough
When I got them Homer Simpsons
Look, pine green Foams, they may never see the store
Got LeBron entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes
Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut with laser
Look at my whore, that is your lady
Look at my flow, makin' y'all crazy
Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me
Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me, salute
[Rick Ross:]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
[Meek Mill:]
Yo, I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys
No LL but these cool Js
And my wrist froze but I'm cool shaved
Like a bald head, I'm too paid
I'm too blazed and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
Wrong move and that tool fly, better calm that ass like woo-sah
It's MMG, M-O-B, young nigga, I been OG
Walk around with like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me
Don't grin on me with them long stares
You ain't God then there's no fear
Big money, all the hoes here, HD, I see it so clear
We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom beep when it back up
Big boy look like a Mack truck, shooters ride with that MAC tucked
I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, sip Cîroc, it's my last cup
On this shit, I can't stand up, catch a case, I'll man up
This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay and that nigga Pill
In Brazil and this shit is real, got bad hoes in that whip appeal
One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
My Levis, they're 501, my snapback is hella bent, hah
[Rick Ross:]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
[J. Cole:]
Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They're okey-dokin'
How you figure? You fuckin' with me? I hope he jokin'
I'm with yo' girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
I'm ovirdosin', ay, homie, Cole be smokin'
Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion
I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up so you know we toastin'
Fuck hoes with no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'
Out in Sweden like ain't shit that you can't tell us
Lord forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous
'Cause uh, they had them Js and my mama wouldn't cop 'em
Can you blame her?
Hundred dollars for them bitches wasn't a option
Now we livin' much better, nigga pay whatever
Rock them bitches once then forgot about 'em forever
My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers
You just need to know I'm comin', I'll kill you niggas this summer
Cole
[Rick Ross:]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
See It To Believe It lyrics - J. Cole
The songs that I made in my bedroom and shit
Finally give a nigga leg room and a whip
Yeah Cole World, make way for the chosen one
Ain't nobody else I'd rather be, not even Oprah's son
Mamma's youngest getting paper like the oldest one
We living better guess God felt he owed us one
Closets barely had no clothes in them
So you throw my niggas in hoopty', but we still bag hoes and them
These niggas give their heart and soul to them
I wonder if they know we doving them
Ass fat so when pinch 'em like a Doberman
Run up on 'em politicking like Keith Olbermann
What's your name? Where ya from?
Ya got a dream? I'll sell ya one
Come and kick it with a nigga on his way to the top
Won't stop, won't stop
Hey and don't stop
Now if it don't jam the hoes won't rock
And if it ain't crack then the fiends won't cop
And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don't got
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
And don't stop
Now if it don't jam the hoes won't rock
And if it ain't crack then the fiends won't cop
And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don't got
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
There's so much pain on my brain I gotta jot it out
But as of late nigga, it ain't been shit to pout about
I turn up the news, my blues seem petty
'Cause my view of the city is incredible with no album out
I'm blessed nigga, I'm blessed
When I'm all alone these words just flow out of my chest
Turn 'em into poems, they worship, I'm the best
And though I'm taking long, they fuck with me none the less
Yeah, enough sleeping, I put you niggas to rest
The only one saying shit is like a nigga got Tourettes, (chyeah)
Unimpressed with you niggas
You the shit only 'cause I digested you, niggas
But I digress, boy you bout as G as a fucking tie dye vest
And your wifey is a bird even in her Prada dress
Want a nigga like me to come and get her out her nest (out her nest)
Like come and kick it with a nigga on his way to the top
Won't stop, won't stop
Hey, don't stop
Now if it don't jam the hoes won't rock
And if it ain't crack then the fiends won't cop
And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don't got
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
Disgusting lyrics - J. Cole
Can't help but think about it all the time
You know what's on my mind
You know what's on my mind
You know what's on my mind
I told her, "Recognize Smith and Wesson"
Now I got her in my bedroom busting
Nigga that's disgusting, that's disgusting
Yeah they talk but they don't know nothing
Nigga eat a dick we the shit no flushing
Nigga that's disgusting, that's disgusting
What is you discussing?
Hey, oh no, not another line about how life's a bitch
Well fuck the world and enjoy it
If she is, wonder can she ride the dick?
If so, I take her on a voyage
I like 'em long-legged, mega thick
Work it out, you know, employ it
You wanna know how I know I'm the shit?
'Cause I keep clogging up the toilet
Coley Cole, fresh as a 4-week old
Not a scratch on me, hoes ask for me
Niggas ask about me, silly if you doubt me
Close your eyes and see where the game is headed without me
Give you the real, this nigga give you the chills
You looking at the reason the label give you the deal
You remind them of me, let's see, how does it feel
To know I fathered you niggas and left you out of my will?
Ill
Can't help but think about it all the time
You know what's on my mind
You know what's on my mind
You know what's on my mind
I told her, "Recognize Smith and Wesson"
Now I got her in my bedroom busting
Nigga that's disgusting, that's disgusting
Yeah they talk but they don't know nothing
Nigga eat a dick we the shit no flushing
Nigga that's disgusting, that's disgusting
What is you discussing?
Enough of that bullshit cake rap
With your childlike scriptures
I'm busting off, nigga, take that
Don't let the limelight get ya
The hood say, "We fucking with you, Cole. See?
And we're gonna ride right with ya
Yeah, we know you got college degrees
But we got priors like Richard."
And here we are, raps just like CPR
Nigga turn on your TV, BET, you see a star
Me and my team like E.T, completely we be from Mars
Damn he got bars, as if he's speaking of CB4
Need a barrage of freaky broads to keep me hard
Like 3 Nicki Minajs, flow completely retarded
So I'm deeply regarded as one of the gods, and yes
Her ass clap and so that's a round of applause, I guess
Can't help but think about it all the time
You know what's on my mind
You know what's on my mind
You know what's on my mind
I told her, "Recognize Smith and Wesson"
Now I got her in my bedroom busting
Nigga that's disgusting, that's disgusting
Yeah they talk but they don't know nothing
Nigga eat a dick we the shit no flushing
Nigga that's disgusting, that's disgusting
What is you discussing?
Trouble lyrics - Bei Maejor (feat. J. Cole)
[Bei Maejor:]
I I I I
I told you, not to wear that dress to the club tryna dance up on me
I I I
I told you, not to push that thing on me
If you know I want it
I I
[Hook:]
That's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
That's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
Baby I told you, not to wear them heels that make them legs look so sexy
I I I I
I told you
Not to wear them heels that say I'm ready come get me
Ay Ay,
[Hook:]
They gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
They gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
They gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
They gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
Go up to my room, you've been such a, such a bad girl
Such a sexy naughty girl
You know what you doing baby
Go up to my room girl
You've been such a, such a bad girl
Such a sexy naughty girl
(Oooh, oooh)
[J. Cole:]
Yeah, temptations in the whirlwind
We both bad at it
Told myself no more hittin' nigga's girlfriends
That's my old bad habit
Here you go, wearin' that
Already know, what I'm staring at
I mean from top to bottom your body is problem so
Somebody better take care of that
And who
Better than, the nigga in the letterman
When your man ain't home, you can let him in
Late night Letterman
I ain't gon tat-a-tale
Damn your ass bad as hell
[Hook:]
That's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
That's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
I told you not to stare at me like that while I'm performing
I-I-I-I told you
That's that's gon' make us til the early morning
[Hook:]
That's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
That's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh
The Good Son, Part 1 lyrics - J. Cole
Allow me to set the scene first
This little nigga no older than 17 in a Martin Luther King shirt
Walking down the mean murk where the fiends lurk
And the same dirt'll find a nigga
Even if you tryna get that clean work
He caught eyes with a bad bitch in a jean skirt
She gave him a mean smirk, he smiled back
He remembered this man that hit that shit a while back
He met her, fucked her, never dialed back
How niggas do? He kept it moving, couldn't wait to get home
Report card for his mother couldn't wait to get shown
Straight "A"s as usual, his mamma would smile
Youngest child, college bound
Knew his mamma was proud
'Cause he was headed out the hood
He promised himself one day he'd get her out for good
That made him smile
The favorite child, but damn, fate is foul
Drive-by, stray bullets that laid him out
On the pavement fading out
Now he bleeding thinking, "God, man, you couldn't wait a while
My mamma struggling. Who gon' save her now, huh?"
Now he fading out thinking, "God, you couldn't wait a while?
My mamma need me. Who gon' save her now, nigga? Uh."
Yeah, he's fading out, the favourite child
He's fading out (the favorite child)
Killers lyrics - J. Cole
Momma, I just killed a man
My body still trembling, can you feel my hand?
Don't shed no tears, it won't be long before they find out it was me, Momma
This may be the last time you see me free, Ma, don't spend it crying
You did your best, me, I was blessed, know you were stressed trying
To keep me out the streets, me, ducking police
Trying not to make a peep to wake you up out your sleep
A drunk and high fool
Skipping class, flunking high school
I know you taught me better, somehow I never learned
Said I was playing with fire, somehow I never burned
You tried to set me straight, somehow I never permed
You tried to show me right, but somehow I never turned
Lost in a cloud of marijuana, are you 'shamed of me?
Dry your face off, Mommy, you're not to blame for me
See, I'm a man, I gotta take whatever came for me
At times I wonder 'bout my father, would it change for me if he was around?
Would I still be running 'round with the lowlifes?
Bum ass niggas no jobs, no life
Seen them niggas kill for no price
I watched his life flash before his eyes like a strobe light
I pulled the trigger, Momma
Tryna be hard, I ain't mean to kill the nigga, Momma
But what's done is done
I'm on the run, I live my life like a movie now it's way too realer
Who would've thought your baby boy would've grew up to be a killer?
Yeah, now I'm a killer
Guess I'm a killer
They got me in here with the killers
Yeah, I mean the killers
"I mean murderers! Do you hear me? Real-life murderers!
I thought black people killed people by accident!
Nah, these motherfuckers was murderers."
Yeah
Yeah, I wonder what's in store for me, lately been stressing
Pray for blessings, hope that there's more for me than just a simple life
Niggas that I used to hoop with is doing triple life
Gave up the jump shot, worked on the gunshot
Who woulda thought? I used to block this nigga's lay-ups
Now he's in a cell laid up
I wish you well, stay up like insomniacs
This life can make a nigga fold like a laundry mat, uh
I sip this cognac, though
To ease my brain from all this pain and so that I react slow
In this fast world, slow niggas, fast girls
Ho's give up ass while these ho niggas hold triggers
Blast on 'em, hold up that old checker flag for 'em
Chalk lines by the do not walk sign, it's deep
All these cold hearted niggas holding heat
I'd rather blast before they steal a nigga
Tell 'em now boy, don't make me turn into a killer, nigga
Yeah, into a killer
Don't make me turn into a killer
Yeah, to a killer, yeah yeah
"Triple life... How do you do triple life?
That mean if he die and come back... He gotta go to penitentiary!
Right there, he said, "Fuck kindergarten. Get your little ass on in the penitentiary, motherfucker. You know what you did last time."
To those who had love for me in the past
Who woulda ever thought that time would fly by so fast
I remember back in class we used to make believe
Like it was draft day, swore that we would make the league and be rich
Saturday morning had to rake the leaves, aw shit
Watch how they pile up, seem like a mile up
I washed the blisters on my hands and then I'd dial up
My best friend, skating rink is where we headed at night
And if a nigga disrespect, oh yes, we ready to fight
In retrospect that shit seem petty, at the time the shit was heavy
'Cause life was all about your name
You had to scrap with any nigga that would call you lame
Ashamed no doubt, so many niggas got their brains blowed out
Snatch a niggas chain and he got his name wrote out
In obituaries, another body in a cemetery
Another young nigga in the penitentiary
And he don't give a fuck: no missionary
Rap visionary, paint a picture, nigga: Pictionary
Tell you what it is, I'm a dictionary
I knew a nigga threw his dick in every chick in every
City that he went to, went hard like the rent due
'Til he met the wrong bitch
Her man just came home, ex-convict
And he stay on with that Thriller
Shit, fucking around with them killers
Yeah, with them killers
Fucking around with them killers
Say I'm a killer
Nothing Like It lyrics - J. Cole
Yeah, Pistol Pete flow, smoke like a Swisher Sweet blow
Cole world, get ya pea coat
Rappers got no point, niggas miss the free throws so
Ain't no mystery why they're picking me for
I've been hot since '97, I ain't Mr Cee though
I am Mr. NC boy, with the pen destroy any emcee boy
I'm skinny, didn't eat so I'm hungry like a hostage
Finally seeing money so it's funny how their eyes lit
Surprise it's, that nigga that you should've been on
I handed you niggas my demo, dog I couldn't get on
One time for my city, bitch, I'm putting it on
Like a condom when I'm with your girl, ballin' like it's intramural
Back in middle school, hoopin' to impress the girls
We was young and disconnected from the rest the world
I reminisce on Andrea, eh, God bless ya, girl
She used to let me sit in class and caress her curves
Help a nigga get through puberty, the lessons learned
From her, wasn't nothing like it
We passed notes, she read minds like a fucking psychic and write back
I was the class clown, I told jokes and hope she liked that
Rode the bus home and wonder how it'd be to pipe that
If I was just a little faster I know I could have smashed her
But was just a virgin, couldn't make it past flirting
Now I'm taking baths with their naked ass jerkin'
"Make It Last Forever" playing in the background
You can take it as whatever, I was laying that down
She gon' hate my ass forever, I ain't bring her back 'round
But hold up, what you expect it, how you feeling all neglected?
Sending all them texts, spillin' all your stresses
We knew just what this was 'fore I was feeling on your breasts
I never disrespected, I'm clever nigga check it
I try to warn these women, guess they never get the message
This is Cole, ain't nothing like it
So girls don't wanna fuck him, now they wanna fuckin' like him
And hope he fucking wife 'em
Yeah, nothing like him
Yeah, oh, yeah, uh
Ain't no other, ain't no other niggas
A-ain't no, ain't no other niggas fucking with me
Rappers throwin' jabs but it feel like nothing hit me
Fake niggas, snake niggas I think something bit me
Scratch that, can't impersonate perfection man
But I can school you niggas, this here is the lesson plan
Now uh uh apparently, some of y'all comparing me
Either you blind as hell or either you just don't care to see
Don't make me pull the trigger, I think you niggas is daring me
Go fuck around and get your new favorite rapper embarrassed, see
I'm the supplier of that fire and the kerosene
Don't wanna make a scene, those ain't no shots fired
Just know the shit that I'm dropping take you a lot higher
These niggas bitches on the low, they're Mrs. Doubtfire
How could you doubt fire, man if you brave enough then come and put it out, sire
The South by your side, this the mouth for your eyes
You niggas spit it with no one to vouch for your lies
I spit it how you see it but ain't had the words to say it
I spit it how you think it but ain't had the balls to speak it
I put it out and sit around and let the world critique it
And to the fans up on it early like a nigga leaked it
Just know you fucking with the best, this be our little secret
Until the world find out and then y'all gotta share me
'Til then just know there's nothing like him and there's nothing near me
Yeah you fucking hear me, nigga
Yeah
Holdin' Me Back lyrics - J. Cole
What's sunshine with no rain
What's joy without the pain
And I'm still gon' do my thing
There ain't no holding me back
Aye I'mma get mine, believe that
And what's sunshine with no rain
And what's joy without the pain
The city fucked up, even thug niggas getting robbed
Know it's bad when the drug dealers getting jobs
Same niggas who skipped out on graduation
At the gas station
Filling out them applications, but
They ain't calling me back
Best friends be our references
Paychecks spent on necklaces
Downpayments on them Lexuses
Debit in the negative
Overdraft, with the sky overcast
But I'm screaming fuck the pessimists
'Cause ain't no holding me back
The little nigga had big dreams, to do big things
But in this game, everything ain't what this shit seems
Try hard, to climb up to the flag-pole
Just to find out that your heroes is some assholes
What's sunshine with no rain
What's joy without the pain
And I'm still gon' do my thing
There ain't no holding me back
Aye I'mma get mine, believe that
And what's sunshine with no rain
And what's joy without the pain
What's sunshine with no rain
What's joy without the pain
And I'm still gon' do my thing
There ain't no holding me back
Aye I'mma get mine, believe that
And what's sunshine with no rain
And what's joy without the pain
But ain't no holding me back
I'mma get mine, believe that
Aye what's sunshine with no rain
Aye what's joy without the pain
Man I'm still gon' do my thang
Wildfire lyrics - J. Cole (feat. Yukimi Nagano)
Yeah
Oh, nah, I'm ready
Yeah, let's go
Your girlfriend at my next show, OVOXO nigga
Yeah
Uh. What's up?
Real nigga doing real stuff
Get a lot of money you can never get enough
And you know the new shit sound so tough
So-and-so just walked in, so what?
I don't really vibe with a lot of these niggas
I ain't really into giving more than one chance
Girl I already tried with a lot of these niggas
Fuck that
That team don't know real, what's that
That can't be from here
That can't be what they're believing is the best shit of the year
That's that fake shit that's that fake shit, that's that top row of veneers
Just when they're getting impatient's when I make a world premier
Aw. Damn. Word
Award shows coming?
Make sure you spell the shit right
Make sure to gimme all the credit I deserve
Make sure the good stuff's still in that Sprite
They watch us, make the shit into a song
You ain't living that boy, stop stealing that light
Anything can happen when I do see y'all, guess it all depends how I'm feeling that night
Okay
Live my life in hotels, bitch better have my room right
If they kill me, bury me a legend
Bitch better have my tomb right
Ah
This is perfect for the women that I've loved before
I love 'em all, I just love me more
I could bet all of the riches that I ever had
Rush in the night like a shock, babe, would it be bad?
If I had to
Set the alarm 'cause those thrills that run up my back
You're my star nothing else can lead me off track
Hey-yeah
You're like a wildfire
You got me rising hot
Your innocence
Who's the brave?
Drowning in
Would you save me?
It's a crime
If you don't
You'll expire
By the throat
I could bet all of the riches that I ever had
Rush in the night like a shock, babe, would it be bad?
Hey-yeah
You're like a wildfire
You got me rising hot
Your innocence
Who's the brave?
Drowning in
Would you save me?
It's a crime
If you don't
You'll expire
By the throat
Your innocence
Who's the brave?
Drowning in
Would you save me?
It's a crime
If you don't
You'll expire
By the throat
Hey-yeah....
You're like a wildfire
You got me rising hot
Your innocence
Who's the brave?
Drowning in
Would you save me?
It's a crime
If you don't
You'll expire
By the throat
Your innocence
Who's the brave?
Drowning in
Would you save me?
It's a rime
If you don't
You'll expire
By the throat
Return Of Simba lyrics - J. Cole
One day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king
And this will all be mine?
Everything
Everything the light touches
In my freshest Js, I ain't slept in days
Girl, you gonna make me late undressing me
Know you ain't seen me since yesterday
But, see, I got a date with destiny
'Cause this the summer that our life change
Hov asked me, "Is you ready for it?"
I looked around at all his nice things
Told him, "Nigga, you already know it"
Bitch, I'm the man of the year
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight through this bitch
Bitch, I'm the man of the year
What you 'sposed to do when the OG niggas don't get it?
Lost what was once theirs but they won't quit it
Homie, it's a new era, middle finger to the suit-wearers
Lemme show you how to move in a room
Full of dudes that don't got a fuckin' clue how to do this
Pro'ly worked with Cube, so to them, this a Rubik
My President is black, but my jeweler's still Jewish
So you know it cost, he makin' a killing off me
Red diamonds he designing got me shining
Spotlight cover my body, my chain blinding
A cop light runner, they wanna but can't find him
Me and Hovi Hov, out on the same island
Took the whip to the other side of Jamaica
Seen how he was living, said, "I gotta get my weight up."
Formulated my plan, motivated by dreams
Parlayed with my mans, motivated my team
Ced said, "Look, my niggas. We got a foot in."
Being good is good, that'll get you Drew Gooden
But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin'
Can't guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden
Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris Farley
So like him, you'll be gone too early
Mama hands together like 6:30
And Cole keep a thick bitch I like to call Big Shirley
All my '90s niggas is gon' get it
18 and under, that's pro'ly gonna take a minute
I'mma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me
I'mma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me
At the time of this rhyme, 5 years 'til I know 30
Cole World in the summer brings snow flurries
This next shit is in no way to boast
But my city love breakfast, 'cause niggas had toast early
Coach had us doin' jumpin' jacks
Then sent us to the water fountain after runnin' laps
My nigga went and grabbed his bookbag, threw it on his back
And brought it to me just to show me he was fuckin' strapped
We was twelve years old, how was we to know better?
I analyzed his life and see that he was so set up
Live by the trigger, 'cause no father figure
Means you don't got a nigga comin' 'round to guide a nigga
All you got is mama bringin' home these rotten niggas
Blowin' reefers, all the teachers do is ride a nigga
So this is who I speak fo'
To give the young niggas somethin' they could reach fo'
You better dream, boy
Yeah, I stunt, but I'm a li'l more realer
When it come from the heart, don't it feel mo' iller?
Watch my flow go bananas, I'm a li'l gorilla
So pardon me, man, y'all gon' have to pardon me
They say I rep that 'Ville too much, but that shit just a part of me
It's flowin' out through my arteries, who hard as me? You JV, I'm varsity
No field trip, ain't hard to see, this real shit, you R&B
Seen a movie wit' yo' bitch in it, and listen it, was starrin' me
(Woo!) That boy Simba crazy
Hotter than Ike Turner temper, you December, maybe
And though you wish me well, I know deep down you wish I'd fail
It's Judgment Day, I'm here to give you pussy niggas hell
And some food for thought, I can serve a plate
With dessert to take, with dessert to take
Yeah, I heard the hate, but the wait is fuckin' over
It's like I'm fuckin' Oprah, well worth the wait
Maybe over your head, I'm ahead of my time
Niggas scared of my future, I know they dreadin' my prime
'Cause I only made classics, now what that take? Timing
Cole under pressure, what that make? Diamonds
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