Lights Please lyrics - J. Cole

I had this little bad thing, somethin' like them tens

She gave a nigga mad brain, somethin' like The Wiz

But, you see, the sad thing fuckin' with her is

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

So I tried to show her about the world

And about just who we really are

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

Like, "Baby, look at how we live broke on the boulevard"

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Then all I really want is for her to go down low

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

And all that deep shit I was previously down for

Replaced by freak shit I am currently down for

You see I peeped it, pussy is power

That proud feelin' we get knowin' that pussy is ours

And how it feels to feel that feelin'

You feelin' when you be drillin' that shit

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

And all the pain the world cause, she be healin' that shit

And naw, that ain't your girl, dog

But you be feelin' that chick

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

But in the meantime it's lights, please

Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights

For now, everything just seems so right

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights

For now, everything just seems so right

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceilin'

She say she wanna blow Ls, I hear her and I'm willin'

But every time I smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

So that every word I spoke, well, I'm tryna put her on

But she couldn't hear me

I told her all about how we been livin' a lie

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

Like, "Baby, look at how they show us on the TV screen"

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Then all I really want is for her to get on top

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

And all that next shit I was previously talkin'

Is now that wet shit that I'm currently lost in

And while that sweat drip, I am reminded

All the times my brother told me that pussy is blindin'

I'm findin', the more I grow

The more y'all seem to stay the same

Don't even know the rules, but yet y'all tryna play the game

And ain't it shameful how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

To a baby that took two to make?

Coward nigga, you a fake

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Then go start another family?

Dog, what type of shit is that?

She said it's okay, rub my head and told me to relax

Laid a nigga down proper, like she was recordin' tracks

Said, "I know you wanna change the world

But for the night, please

Just reach over and hit the lights, please."

Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights

For now, everything just seems so right

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights

For now, everything just seems so right

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

Lights please, ah-ah-ah

Lights please, ah-ah-ah

Lights please, ah-ah-ah

Lights please, turn off the lights

Lights, please

Alright, if y'all niggas heard the first one, "The Come Up" and shit, then you would have heard part 1 of this joint right here. It's "Dead Presidents". You know classic, nigga. That's classic Jay shit. So, I did it, threw it on the first mixtape. This is about a year ago. We let niggas hear like you know the mixtape. Whatever. And there was always this one nigga that stuck out to me like a year ago. This nigga's like "Yo". Like I thought I did my thing on this shit, that was like two of my favorite verses that I did, but he was just like "Yo", like, "Yo. You didn't come right, man. If you're gon' come on Dead Presidents, son, you gotta come, hard, son, you gotta come hard, son. You gotta come harder than that, son. You gotta come harder than that." I was like, "Man, what you mean I came hard?" But that shit always stuck in my mind. So, doing this next, you know, doing this The Warm Up I was like, "Damn! I gotta get on it again. I gotta do it again." Just almost like—just to prove to that nigga and kinda prove to myself that you I can. I can maybe get a little...

Dead Presidents II lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah, Fayettenam

These niggas is playing Russian Roulette with a full clip

Foolish, my crew is foolless

No, we don't dance, all we do is stay two steps ahead

Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck instead, while these dudes beg for head

They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in this rap shit, look how my lane shifted

Elevated my game, lifted my name

Now these lame niggas could never get it

Like that bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it

Clever with it, my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it

So high, if I dropped I would fall for 11 minutes

So yeah, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train

It's dope, then you should know the supplier's name

It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo

And all these Jose Cansecos wanna text us like Waco

Hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate

Yo, I'm in a league of my own so what the fuck would I play for?

Some next niggas almost slid in but didn't fit in

Naw, I ain't Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kidding?

These big wig niggas throwing their bid in

Try not to show stress, I guess the flow is protested like a sit in

I told my niggas we would get in but that ain't even half the battle

Stay behind like a shadow or you catapult

Now if I had a ladder or now even if I had a rope

I'd climb that motherfucker to the top and never let it go!

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

Warm Up

Yeah. Warm Up

Yeah. Warm Up

I said, "It's the Warm Up."

Heaven or hell, you choose, freedom or jail, you lose

I can't stop, I'm as hot as the devil's shoes

Overcame a low life status to blow like Gladys

Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards

I'm nothing like these ho-like rappers, my whole life practice

To be the one, what's it like to be LeBron

They calling you the saviour, so much pressure but you deal with it

The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it

Ill with it for real, lil nigga from Ville

That real niggas can feel

Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a grill, no Foreman

Try not to call them ladies bees but them hoes swarmin'

Now honey, aye is it destiny or is it money you're feelin'

Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin' a million

Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin' in the mirror

Livin' in fear that things a never be the same

No one left for me to blame but myself 'cause I asked for this

Headed for fame but in my brain, hey can I last in this?

Aye, five years I'll probably laugh at this

Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense

I keep it fresh while these wack niggas rehash and shit

Jacking styles you know, ski mask and shit

I pass these niggas, they tryna do it how these other niggas did it

I'm tryna live it how no other nigga ever lived it

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

Dead fucking presidents to represent me

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

Dead fucking presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

I Get Up lyrics - J. Cole

I woke up early in the morning, hoes blowing up my phone

I ain't used to small talking when they know I'm tryna bone

Fuck 'em, I'll holler later, man, right now, my mind's elsewhere

My mom's healthcare, get her out this hell here

A lot of niggas fail, frail niggas won't prevail here

We seen it all man, niggas can't even spell scared

A Fresh Prince, but yo my city ain't no Bel-Air

Fuck if you would sell, I'm worry 'bout my welfares

So farewell to them broke days and bonjour to the most paid

Soon as my dough straight, I throw the wifey in some Dolce

And put some chains on my niggas like I own slaves

I get up, look out the window, hope the sun shining

Down on my niggas out there front-lining

I hit the streets and see them boys out there locking up some older head

So Goddamn homie, hold your head, and hold your head

I get up, I see the clouds from my window

I pray the sun gon' shine this way

And where I go as the wind blow

Momma, your son gon' find his way

And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end though

And to the top if I climb my way

And tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my—

Headed for the sky

I'm on my way

Paint a picture to show the deaf what it's like to listen

And speak the words and tell a blind man what he missin'

For all my niggas doin' time man up in prison

Felt you had to resort to crime, man fuck the system

We raisin' babies up in Hades where there ain't no hope

Ain't no fathers, don't take no scholarship to slang no dope

Politicians hollerin' 'bout problems but I ain't gon' vote

He talk about change, still we floatin' in the same ol' boat

So tell me how I'm supposed to feel when the President spoke

When he ain't never had to struggle, ain't never been broke

Ain't even roll through the ghetto ain't never been close

Trustin' this government's like trustin' the devil in oath

For rebel with quotes, I get up

Lifestyle of the young, black and reckless

A generation of niggas strapped and askin' questions like:

"Tell me why I ain't got shit?"

I let this liquor fill my liver with them toxics as I sip

I get up, I see the clouds from my window

I pray the sun gon' shine this way

And where I go as the wind blow

Momma, your son gon' find his way

And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end though

And to the top if I climb my way

And tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my—

Headed for the sky

I'm on my way

Yeah, to all my niggas paper chasin', I pray for your patience

Just keep the faith that you gon' make it one day you'll be cakin'

Taking this shit one step at a time, that real shit is stuck on my mind

But to that bullshit I'm deaf and I'm blind

Destined to shine I'ma find a way, 'cause hey

Damn it, them jobs out there ain't tryna pay, I pray

Granted nine to five is how you survive

I ain't tryna survive, I'm tryna throw my Momma in rides

I'mma provide for my seed I'm the soil

I'll teach 'em 'bout loyalty

I'll teach 'em that his skin black like oil that's for royalty

I'll show 'em all the things that my pops was never showin' me

Treat 'em like a growin' tree with this poetry

I get up and show the sons how to lead not to follow

The present is our gift but our seed's got tomorrow

So please niggas raise your kids

And help 'em overcome that bull shit they daze us with

I blaze the shit

I get up, I see the clouds from my window

I pray the sun gon' shine this way

And where I go as the wind blow

Momma, your son gon' find his way

And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end though

And to the top if I climb my way

And tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my—

Headed for the sky

I'm on my way

I get up, I see the clouds from my window

I pray the sun gon' shine this way

And where I go as the wind blow

Momma, your son gon' find his way

And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end though

And to the top if I climb my way

And tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my—

Headed for the sky

I'm on my way

World Is Empty lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah, it's Cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Carolina, where I made it from

Cole world, no blanket, son

Girls fast how Jamaicans run

Puffing on the city where the Lakers from: L-A, L-A, la la

So high, everything is a "ha ha" for me

Dreaming of the days of a drop 500

And a bad bitch that'll go to Popeyes for me

You can never tell me that I'm not hungry

If you ever felt what's inside my tummy

My mind wondering now, is my time running out?

Is the Lord up top with a stopwatch for me?

Hope not, hope not, hope not, hope not

My world is empty without you, babe

Yeah, just trying to make it, my nigga

My world is empty without you

Yeah, yeah

A wise nigga told me don't chase that cash

Follow your heart, you'll make that fast

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Or does she wish to erase that past?

Got a nigga in her face, just gassed

Like "Baby girl, why you take this path?"

Stack in his hand, tryna make that last

All she thinking 'bout is how to take his last

Rub titties in his face and laugh

Gotta try not to look fake, in fact

A little more money, like a few more 20s

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Okay, he's gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

"This ain't the life for you, baby. Let me take you out of here

'Cause..."

My world is empty without you, babe

Yeah, she like "Nigga. Yeah. Right"

My world is empty without you

"You know how much motherfucking money I'm making?"

Yeah, my niggas sit back, blowing the L

Only getting high 'cause we closer to hell

Niggas tryna live like Hova, but well

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

Hustle hard in the snow, in the hail

Hit the block like a postman with mail

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My mom broke, but she posted the bail

Someway, somehow

Nigga feeling like the sun down even when the sun up

Hear the sound out the window of the gun bust

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

But this how niggas was brung up

A mother just trying to raise her son up

'Til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

And the Governor couldn't give one fuck

While she singing

My world is empty without you, babe

Damn, told you niggas "Cole world. No blanket"

My world is empty without you

Tough luck, yeah

Dreams lyrics - J. Cole (feat. Brandon Hines)

[J. Cole:]

Yeah, uh, yeah

You gotta lis—. You gotta follow me. What I'm doing right here, mane

Like, when I say this shit is crazy, I don't mean it's crazy like crazy

I just mean crazy like it's fucking—it's actually crazy

Know what I mean?

Yeah, seems like I always had crushes on chicks I couldn't have

And then I end up fucking with someone I shouldn't have

See, in my mind, it's like I'm perfect for her, I gotta show her

But sadly, in reality, dog, I don't even know her

But still somehow she got my mind infatuated

Absolutely fascinated

With the thoughts of what she might be like

Time after time after time I had to wait

Is—is fate procrastinating?

I can take it

'Cause I might be right, 'cause

[J. Cole and Brandon Hines:]

This is the girl of my dreams

Yeah

Ay, is she good as what she seems? Uh

Or am I lying to myself? Uh

Ay, should I try and get some help? Yeah

This is the girl of my dreams, uh

Is she as good as what she seems? Uh

Or am I lying to myself? Hey

Ay, should I try and get some help? Yeah, yeah

[J. Cole:]

Oh shit, she passed me on the boulevard

Hey, tell me, is it stalking, if I follow her

Like, all the way home without her knowing?

Nah, nigga, I'm just curious where she stay at

Besides, when I'm with her, this gon' be the spot we lay at

And maybe I'll just drive by occasionally

And if one day I happen to see her outside, she'll wave at me

Imagine what she'll say to me

This ain't no time to be afraid no more, it's time for bravery

No matter if my homies think I'm crazy

[J. Cole and Brandon Hines:]

This is the girl of my dreams, hey

Ay, is she good as what she seems? Uh

Or am I lying to myself? Uh

Ay, should I try and get some help? Yeah

Say this is the girl of my dreams, yeah

Is she as good as what she seems?

Or am I lying to myself? Uh

Ay, should I try and get some help? Yeah, yeah

[J. Cole:]

Look, I spot her walking in the mall

Okay, it's time to grow some balls if she really gon' be yours

Oh my God, I'm walking towards her

My mind's screaming stop, but my legs keep walking forward

Straighten up your face, nigga, she see you coming for her

My heartbeat racing, and my hands keep shaking

Say something, you shy motherfucker, she's waiting

"What's up, girl? Don't mean to interrupt

But in the city I done met a lot of women, but

You from my dreams

Ay will you come true?

I know about a show that we can catch some R&B and rap, and you should come through."

She said, "Uh, I'd love to

Except I don't like rap

Besides, if I went with you, then I don't really think my man would like that." (Damn, damn)

Okay, you say you got a man

I mean, I definitely understand

I'm happy for you, really am

I couldn't have been the only fan

In the world of a girl like you

I mean, you're beautiful, and I'm sure he's a very nice dude

It ain't no biggie

Well, I'm sure that I'm gon' see you 'round the city

Only thing I ask, if shit don't work out for y'all, don't forget me

And don't act like a stranger when you see me on the scene

I came up with a world-class scheme to get

[J. Cole and Brandon Hines:]

The girl of my dreams

Ay is she good as what she seems?

Or am I lying to myself? Uh

Or should I try and get some help?

This is the girl of my dreams

Ay, is she as good as what she seems—huh—

Or am I lying to myself?

Uh

Ay, should I try and get some help?

Yeah

[J. Cole:]

Yeah, so I find out the nigga name

Know exactly where he staying

Find out when he leave for work

"Hold up, nigga, is you sane?"

I'ma follow in my car, I'ma cut in front of his

Run him right into the wall

Maybe even off the bridge

I give her a little time

Then console her while she crying

She gon' take that as a sign

Finally she will be mine

I'll be king, and she'll be queen

When I hit her with the ring

At the wedding, who gon' sing?

[J. Cole and Brandon Hines:]

This is the girl of my dreams, ha-ha

Is she good as what she seems?

Or am I lying to myself?

And should I try and get some help? Ay

This is the girl of my dreams

Is she as good as what she seems?

Or am I lying to myself?

Think I should try and get some help

Ha-ha, yeah, ay

What you think?

Royal Flush lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah, this is the... warm up

Okay, I roll up, hold up, look at how I showed up

I blowed up, had a hole up in my pocket, now it's sewed up

They're feinin' for that crack, you know that rock, I got that product

You niggas tryna stop it, better load up, I hang my coat up

Aye, I'm gon' be here for a while so I smile, haters

I'm on that green like a flower, like an alligator

Now or later, I'm serving niggas; I'm a sound waiter

Just tell me what you want, I bring that back an hour later

Look how I cater, dog what you afraid of? Nothing

They're talking gangster without no data, they're fronting

Jackie-Chan, Jean-Claude van Damme. Straight stunting

I wish a nigga would say something

I'm a Carolina nigga, boy I got it on my back

Piggy back style I ain't talking 'bout no tat

And I'ma rep the Ville in every city that I'm at

And I guarantee I'm bringing home plaques

Shout-out to my brother Zach, and my mother, I love ya

Yea look ain't that about a bitch? This nigga on his own dick

They say I'm like the human body, I produce my own shit

And I toot my horns, a star when I was born

My name ain't James, my word is bond

Yea shout-out to Canibus, had a similar line 98-99

Damn, that was the times never mind dwelling in the past

You're listening to the future

The flows gets tighter, them hoes get looser

Then they wanna seduce ya like Medusa, be cool

I said I got a girl, she told me, "Me too!"

So that must mean you want a nigga to eat that seafood

Baby don't be foolish but call her I'll watch her do it

Yea and this is only "The Warm Up" yea

Dollar And A Dream II lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah, aye. What's up, man? Aye, uh, aye. Look, man. Can I—can I get on—can I just get on this bus? All I got is a dollar fifty. I'm just sayin'. I just tryna get—I'm tryna get on the bus, man. I ain't got no mon—all I got is a dollar fifty. I don't got two dollars. Man, fuck you and yo' bus. Nigga!

Yeah

Hey, hey

Yeah, got a dollar and a dream)

Yeah, yeah

I got a dollar and a dream Yeah), yeah

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Everything ain't what it seems

I got a dollar and a dream, hey

Hey, I'm dreamin'

Ay, ay, I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Everything ain't what it seems (Uh)

Niggas hating but I love them even though they're trying to scheme

But I'm past that (Past that), a nigga's stock is rising like the Nasdaq (Uh-huh)

They say I'm the future but yet I'm giving niggas flashbacks

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

I represent the struggle, nigga, I say what they never say

Whenever they spit that bullshit they're spittin'

This that pulpit, I'm hittin' niggas with the gospel (And the Lord said)

Hostile with them hoes, I got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

What it means to know your mama or your father on that pipe

On that hard white, I'll tell you what them scars like

I'm speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail

Tired of siftin' through my mail, I feel like Cartwright, bills (Bills and bills and bills)

For real, a nigga ill

Just let me do the talkin', man, I know how niggas feel

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Everything ain't what it seems

(Goddamn, nigga. These motherfuckin' bill collectors, man)

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Everything ain't what it seems

(Can't even Goddamn turn on my phone without these nigga ringin' me up)

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Everything ain't what it seems

(They tryna call me from different numbers and shit. Tryna—tryna fool me, nigga. I'm Lil Cole, nigga!)

Yeah, got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Everything ain't what it seems, yeah

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Everything ain't what it seem

Every lady ain't no ho and every bitch sure ain't no queen

Every nigga ain't no dog and every nigga ain't no king (Uh-huh)

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump (ha-ha)

They're shootin' niggas 'fore they even tell 'em to put their hands up

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Probably thinkin' that I'm slangin', man, I see it in their eyes

But inside of my pocket is a dollar, plus a dream

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

See, I seen how she glance and looked away like she want it

I ain't sayin' I'm 'a fuck her, but I could if I wanted

Know it hurts that she flirt with a nigga, this is worse

I bet if I was to hit it, man I wouldn't be the first (Nah)

This is church, this is gospel (And the Lord said)

Spit it like I get it from the Bible for your survival

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Everything ain't what it seems (Yeah, ay, yeah-yeah-yeah)

Ay, I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Everything ain't what it seems (Uh-uh, uh, uh)

Ay, I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team (Wait 'til I get my money ri—he-he-he-he)

Everything ain't what it seem

Yeah, I got a dollar and a dream, yeah, I got a dollar and a dream

(Wait 'til I get my money right, I'm dreamin')

Check it

Aye, Sallie. I know I ain't been answerin' your calls (Aw, not this bitch, yeah)

But shit, let me explain (I can explain, I can explain)

It's because times been hard

Been runnin' 'round tryna find a job (I can't get no job)

I hear my phone ringing in the morning. 9 o'clock

And it's you (Goddamn), can't even front. I press "Ignore" (Yeah)

I still got your letters layin' in my dresser drawer (ha-ha)

You tellin' me about all the things you did for me (I know, I know, I know, I know)

When I was broke, you sent me dough and that was big for me (I know, I know, big for me)

See you was there every year when I needed you

And you were so quick to give I had to be with you

Remember when I used to call you on your phone line

I knew it was official when my mama cosigned (ha-ha, yeah)

But in no time, a nigga graduated

I hit the real world, baby girl, I'm sad to say it

But I was usin' you, you gave a nigga major stacks (Major stacks)

And I know in my heart one day that I'm gon' pay you back

I got a dollar and a dream

I'll pay you back. Look, can we—can we set up some type of payment plan or somethin'? Like—You know what I'm sayin'? Like—You know? I just graduated six months ago. So—you know—times is kinda—times is kinda hard, baby. I—I just—can I just pay you like a little bit right now and then I pay you—I pay you the rest next—next month, when I get paid. Can I just do somethin' like that? I gotta—I'm not even gon' lie to you. I don't—I don't really have it right now. I gotta pay how much? Five thousand dol—Aw! Nigga, is you crazy? Bitch, you're lucky I even answered the phone. I shouldn't have even picked up this motherfucker. I s—Look, what's ya—what's ya name? Can I—can I speak to a manager? You are the manager? Look, look. Can I speak to your manager? Who's—who owns this motherfucker? Let me talk to the owner! Goddamn it. I ain't—y'all niggas crazy... ha-ha-ha

Water Break (Interlude) lyrics - J. Cole

I feel like we should just, you know, keep the world in suspense no longer

Yeah

And you know, just put J. Cole on the spot

Woo!

Yeah, is there anyway you can turn me up? Yeah, yeah

We got Roc Nation's first artist in here, J. Cole

Yeah, hey

On the spot

Yeah, there's no way to turn me up?

Got that?

If not, it's all good

Yeah, hey, hey, hey

I bet they never seen him comin'

Like a blind bitch you fuckin' from behind

It's the motherfuckin' dime, bitch I'm fucking up rewind buttons

My shit is jumping like the prom

Fayettenam on my back like some scratches from your lady

On your mattress where they gave me that

I bet niggas can't wait to pay me back

While they relax, I stay in tip-top shape

And I stay up on my toes like some gym socks, flip-flops

Tell them hater to rehab, kick rocks

Game tight like Ziploc

Half-Black, other half white like Kid Rock

Try to tell it to a cizz-op

Thought it would work, it did not

He told me "Nigga stizz-op, you know you is not"

Wrote the ticket and rizz-ocked

Fuck, this is for hip-hop, gassed up like a quick stop

They lit a fire under my ass nigga my shit hot

Even if you squatted over volcanoes, niggas your shit not

I'm raw, but I kid not

Your shit flop, I give props to the legends

Praise God but I give not to the reverends

Lookin' up to the heavens like

"Where did all my blessings go?" You chase a dream

But then you stop, guess you'll never know

I got a show for you to watch, here's an episode, professional

Set to blow any minute now, many women smile

Look the lights and the action, and the cameras be callin'

You niggas got to log in, bitch, you fantasy ballin'

I snuck up like I planned to be, this ain't random, we called it

Like once they get a hit of this, they hooked like that Twitter shit

Thought I get a deal and head straight to the dealership

But looking at my deal I probably can't afford benefits

Medical, dental shit, left but I always came

Back like a rent-a-whip, dirty ass game

Dog, I could run a kennel with all these bitch niggas

Who don't lift a finger yet they wanna ride in the limo with

Me, I switch the tempo on them sort of like Timbo on 'em

Start talking that "we" shit, I pause Nintendo on 'em (ha-ha-ha!)

Start talking that beef shit, I turn to kimbo on 'em

I got no words for these niggas I'm instrumental on 'em

Yeah! And I'll still keep goin', keep flowin'

Woo! J. Cole! Yeah, J. Cole! Woo!

I don't think he's done, man, we need more

Yeah

I feel like he's not done, (Yeah) I feel like he's not done

He needs more, man

Heartache lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Elite, Elite, Elite, Elite

Ya know

Yeah, yeah

Slim nigga, lyrically on my limbs

Bigger than a nigga hittin' the gym

Regular benchpressin' the bar

Ten steps up from ya'll, you could follow my lead

If you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin' at me

But please hold your applause

Ya'll holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the floor

Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho

And she drop it so low she sitting down on the floor

I never pound with the flow, at times I wonder

Aye when they listen to my shit man can they hear my hunger?

Or will these hatin' ass rappers try to steal my thunder

Aye this is big shit poppin', you gon' need a plunger

To take me under, niggas in trouble

You lookin' at LeBron James of the game

I could do anything that you name

I could blaze any rapper in the game that you bring

Pour gasoline on the brain, got the flame for that

So you hatin' niggas refrain from that

A little bitter 'cause yo game is whack

I'll let Elite breathe, yeah

I'll let Elite breathe, yeah

Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me

I know it won't be long 'fore you hear about me

My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind

I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine

Take what's mine

Hey, hey

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

So, if it's 'bout that C.R.E.A.M., then I'm all up in the spot

I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but nah, I ain't flashin'

I never gave a fuck about no high-end fashion

And maybe I was too broke, maybe I'm just too dope

To rap about that regular shit, or bag a regular bitch

These niggas talkin' like they're on the next level and shit

But Cole's flow so cold. Bet the devil get sick

How do you want it? So sick I make you mentally vomit

These rappers askin' for beats and they ain't even fit to be on it

I see 'em writin' about rappers, I should be sick to my stomach

Because they talk 'bout the future but didn't mention me on it

So now I'm back in the kitchen, cookin' I'm meant to be one of the greatest

No niggas seein' me, this century us and you hate it

Look how I played it, other niggas was jaded

Under-appreciated, now Carolina is rated

I let Elite breathe, yeah

Hey, uh uh uh

I let Elite breathe, yeah

Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me

I know it won't be long 'fore you hear about me

My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind

I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine

Take what's mine

Hey, hey

Get Away lyrics - J. Cole

LA, NC, NY, The Chi, yeah, hey, yeah

I wake up, hop out the shower spray cologne on while I'm dressing

They're hollering 'bout recession so my niggas out here stressing

But bitch, I'm live and breathing so to me that there's a blessing

See life is like a test that I ain't never got no F in

Stepping out today, I gotta leave the crib, Momma stressing out, I pray

That ain't nobody gon' pull the weapon out and spray

'Cause I don't got no strap

And ever since we hit depression, niggas don't know how to act

In fact, there goes some niggas there, hating, I feel the stare

Me verse you shining, that's like a diamond and silverware

Let y'all feel the glare, I gotta go now

I'm riding through the city with the windows rolled down

Shorty hollered, so I pulled up beside her, I'm fronting, "What's your name?"

She told me, "Boy, you know me. Don't play no games

Now, look. They say you're blowing up. Hey

Is it true, fired up?"

I say, "Girl, they wasn't kidding like they tubes tied up"

I'm hollering hey

Good God, what a day

I gotta say it feels good to get away

Where ain't nobody stressing over shit they got to pay

Ay tell me what's work without play

All my niggas hollering hey

Good God. What a day?

Hey, baby girl. Tell me, can you get away?

Where ain't nobody hollering 'bout the problems of the world

It's just me and my favorite girl

Now all around they holler

Okay so word been spreading

That I done jetted to New York, I was up there doing my thing

So now some folks I used to know is hollering out, "J. Cole!"

I got to chuckle 'cause I know they used to say Jermaine, so who changed?

What's in name though, when niggas can't hang on your shoestrings?

The flow insane plus I got that flame throw, that Liu Kang

Even in the winter we bring feelings of summer Suzanne

We get them hooked like T-Pain, and scoop them hoes like loose change

Can you blame me? I'm just a boy straight out the Ville

These wangsta-ass niggas getting played out for real

You acting like you trill, nigga you bet' not!

You talking out your ass, you finna get your head rocked

This is where they're shooting sideways, boys getting blazed

Can't afford to fly so we get high to get away

Now come here, ladies, see we tryna get you loose, pour it up

Take this juice, we gon' mix it with this Goose, don't throw it up

I'm hollering hey

Good God, what a day

I gotta say it feels good to get away

Where ain't nobody stressing over shit they got to pay

Ay tell me what's work without play

All my niggas hollering hey

Good God, what a day

Hey baby girl tell me can you get away?

Where ain't nobody hollering 'bout the problems of the world

It's just me and my favorite girl

Now all around they holler

Knock Knock lyrics - J. Cole

We fresh off motherfucking South Beach

Sometimes play the villain, sometimes play the hero

Sometimes I be Dilla, sometimes I be Preemo

Sometimes I be feeling, I got a big ego

Other times a nigga swim around like Nemo

Uh, small fish in a big-ass pond

Pushed around like a mower on a big-ass lawn

I get my weight up, inflate up

And make these old niggas open the gate up

At the mansions that they laid up in

Like, "Hello. My name is Cole." I'm walking right up in, and well no

Don't give a fuck if you gon' hate it man, hey fellow

Either you follow me or swallow me bitch

And I done hit too many hoes to ever pause that shit

Now since I just seen my face up in the XXL

A few chicks want to text "let's chill", how obvious

Girls from all over the world is my hobby

And I got a chick who stay in DC like a lobbyist

My old chick from Raleigh that I still like to parley with

Just to hear that accent, now come and get that back bent

The moans turn to screams, I can feel her climaxing

Now if you faking that baby, you need to try acting

Hollywood shit, had a nigga feeling like the milkman

Deliver that through the body good dick

Feeling like I got game that karate couldn't kick

Therefore I'm bagging things that you probably wouldn't get, what up

I'ma talk until you tell me shut up

Uh, and we can walk the beach until the sun up

Huh, I ain't gon' lie I'm tryna get some cut up

Ay, so what up

Hey, you heard that huh?

Oh you ain't heard of me? Well I prefer that

Uh, I text my number to you did you get that?

Huh, well when you lonely baby you can hit back

And I'll fix that

Tell me is you with that, hey

Ay tell me is you with that

Ay tell me is you with that

Yeah, ay baby is you with that? Yea

Ladies lyrics - J. Cole (feat. Lee Fields & The Expressions)

Yeah, hey, look

When she talk she so closed-minded

All she wanna do is shop, she so clothes minded

Wanna cop the latest 'fore them other hoes find it

Material girl yet somehow I don't mind it

Probably 'cause she so fine it'll blow your mind

She black and Pocahontas, laid back and blow that chronic

Ass so fat, wanna tat my logo on it

So any other nigga that a tap will know it's mine

I put in work overtime

Let me cut, mow the lawn, guarantee I blow your mind

She tried to play me 'til she learned I wrote a rhyme

"That's that nigga from the Ville that I heard that Hova signed

The rap form LeBron, oh girl, that boy the bomb

No chain around his neck, but better watch out for the charm"

You're not my daughter, um, but you can be my baby

Summertime, wintertime, anytime we looking for them ladies

Ladies, yeah

Ay with your fat ass booty and your pretty ass weave!

Beautiful ladies, yeah

Now I ain't tricking, but I got a couple tricks under my sleeve

Ladies, yeah

Now clap your hands one time if you know you look good

All you ladies, yeah

Now if you're from the suburbs or the hood (Yeah, ay, look)

Beautiful ladies

She said, "I got a man." Well, baby, I don't give a fuck

See me I understand, and I ain't tryna split you up

Okay, give me your number and later I'm 'a hit you up

If you sleep I get you up, ride over and pick you up

If it's clean I'll lick you up, yeah, do you research

I'll rock that ass to sleep and have you sleeping in my T-shirt

Just came home from getting my South Beach on

You know I ran the streets like a dog without a leash on

She tryna get her freak on, come hop up on this ski jet

You scared of that water or you just scared to get your weave wet?

Barely got your feet wet, yes, I know where we headed

Tryna see you throw it back, let's check your reflexes

Good Lord, didn't know what I was in for

You could be my cuddy buddy, baby, what are friends for?

I speed up the tempo, them other niggas lazy

Can't fuck with nothing younger than the eighties

I'm grown and I'm looking for some ladies, ladies, yeah

Ladies, yeah

Ay with your fat ass booty and your pretty ass weave!

Beautiful ladies, yeah

Now I ain't tricking, but I got a couple tricks under my sleeve

Ladies, yeah

Now clap your hands one time if you know you look good

All you ladies, yeah

Now if you're from the suburbs or the hood (Yeah, ay, look)

Beautiful ladies

Hey girl, what's your name?

Oh wow, you look so nice

I know you man is satisfied

Ay, young lady, what's your name?

Oh wow, I know your man is pleased

All the way down to his knees

And what's your name?

Tell me, I know yo man is worried

About where you are tonight, huh

Well ladies, all you ladies

All over the world

I want you to help me sing this, here we go

Ladies

Beautiful ladies

Oh

Ladies

All of you ladies

Beautiful ladies

Til' Infinity lyrics - J. Cole

Uh, yeah

Let me warm up, man

Let me warm up, man

I got to warm up, man!

Yeah. Elite, what up! Yeah. Warm up

Yeah. Look

Niggas wanna know the formula for success

Shit. But I studied for this test

Ay. Nigga, I'm better than the rest

You just rest

Boy, please

Me. I'm tryna stretch my treasure chest

Like some double-D breasts

So, a nigga on a quest. No question

So, I tell 'em birds, "No nesting."

Laying in my bed. Hope to lay a niggas egg

No. You'll never hatch mines

Baby, you don't match mines

I'm tryna shine like the bat sign, when it's crime

And the gats flying up in Gotham. Watch 'em

Far from a thug, but I'll drop one

Far from a scrub, but I'll mop 'em

Watch 'em. Better leave 'em alone like Stockton, when he retired

Shit. Your shit is fire. Boy, stop

I don't buy it. Boycott. Stop lying

Your shit is not hot, man, if niggas not buying

It's not rocket science

But the way I rock it help me build up my alliance

These niggas ain't playing in New York like the Giants

Ha

A little line to show love to the city that got no love

Don't want to see a nigga grow rather see a nigga hold up

That's cold-blooded. Well, never to fail

If you can make it here, you can make it from heaven or hell

I'm just a little nigga straight out the Ville

Always been sick. Probably never get well

And no time soon. Step to a nigga. Get 4 times 2

Bet the way I spit it leave your mind blew

With more rhymes due

Nigga, you're trying who?

Shit. Nigga you trying me?

Bitch I'm better than all them niggas you tryna be

Shit. Nigga you trying me?

Bitch I'm better than all them niggas you tryna be

Look, it's no time to chill

I'm tryna get mills

There's no time to chill

I'm tryna build

Bitch, there's no time to chill

I'm tryna get mills

There's no time to chill

I'm tryna build

Bitch, there's no time to chill

I'm tryna get mills

There's no time to chill

I'm tryna build

Bitch, there's no time to chill

I'm tryna get mills

There's no time to chill

Nigga, yeah

The Badness lyrics - J. Cole (feat. Omen)

[J. Cole:]

Yeah, keep followin' me

Keep callin' me

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, ay

Believe in God like the sun up in the sky

Science can tell us how, but it can't tell us why

I seen a baby cry, then seconds later, she laughs

The beauty of life, the pain never lasts

The rain always pass, the sun don't always shine (Yeah)

When it's gone, I'm lonely, but when it's there, I'm fine

I hate the wintertime because the nights come quicker

The light make them whites think I'm a nice young nigga

But at night, they think twice and walk a little faster

It's funny, hundred-years ago I'd've called this nigga "Master"

How the tables turn but still the fire burnin', uh

I feel the heat the world is a dryer turnin'

Turnin', I'm lookin' for some higher learnin'

Learnin', girl, you what I desire, yearnin'

Yearnin', you say I'm easily distracted

I think the problem is I'm easily attracted

By the dark side, the temptation got me questionin'

Where my heart lies, I'm tryna separate myself

Like apartheid, but ay the liquor keep swallowin'

I swear I walk with God, but the devil keep followin'

Followin', I say the devil keep followin'

Followin', I say the devil keep followin'

Followin', I say the devil keep followin'

[Omen:]

Uh, feel like I'm ridin' on a

Chartered plane of broken-hearted pain

Turbulence is constant, my pilot has gone insane

If I can find a parachute to parasail

Maybe these parasites of paranoia won't prevail

Character dope as hell

But where is my parallel sweetheart? Deep thoughts

Lost in my brain, so I sleep hard nights

With no progress, mane, I'm thinkin' like I'll prob'ly

Find a Loch Ness in the projects before I find this

Object of my love, this object of my heart

Guitar strings is strum in search of my counterpart

Bound to start drinkin' and smokin', sink in this ocean

Leapin' through the badness, hopin' I'm reachin' for closeness

Feel like the devil keep followin' me

Feel like the devil keep followin' me

Uh

Hold It Down lyrics - J. Cole

If my heart stop pumping tomorrow don't feel no sorrow

'Cause life is hard mentally and everything is meant to be

Sometimes I ask myself, if I was gone who will remember me?

It's hard to tell, oh well, sit back and sip this Hennessy

Now lately it's been hard to tell my friends part from my enemies

'Cause plenty niggas show me love but in their hearts they envy me

Why? I'm just a nigga from around the way

Told my momma I'll make it happen and I found a way

Pour out some liquor for my niggas at the crossroads

And may the Lord give guidance to the lost souls

I know that deep inside these niggas know it's more to life

Then macking hoes and stacking dough

Man I'm sort of like a nigga who done seen greener grass

So when they think they balling like The Dream Team

My nigga I done seen meaner cash

And I'm tryna get it, follow me nigga, I'm on a prowl

Headed to the top, you watching me nigga?

Then hold it down

Hold it down, if you need to holler at me

Don't hesitate to call, it ain't a problem

I can be there, I'd ride for you, lie for you

I know you'd do the same, I would die for you

So hold it down, and when the times is hard, I'll be around

So hold me down, and it don't matter how far, I'll be around

Yeah, I'll hold you down

You was my nigga from the younger days, we grew up

I went to school, you went the other way

But still my brother man, I'm sitting, reminiscing on

All of them bitches we were tripping over, kissing on

Or at the skating rink we trying to bag some new hoes

And If I need gear, you let me hold ya new clothes, and vice-versa man

But now that life is worser man, a nigga slow caking

I'm broke tryna chase a dream, you just got probation and I'm stressed

Your little sister pregnant what's next?

Oh shit my mama doing drugs, at times it's hard to feel blessed

In this madness I holler at my nigga in the sadness

Remember when ya mama tried to beat you with that bat shit?

Remember your chick Nina? Man that ass was the fattest

Remember my crush on Sabrina? Yo, she still the baddest

I'm just glad that I can holler at you, it's been a while

And 'til the next time I hear from you, ay, hold it down

Hold it down, if you need to holler at me

Don't hesitate to call, it ain't a problem

I can be there, I'd ride for you, lie for you

I know you'd do the same, I would die for you

So hold it down, and when the times is hard, I'll be around

So hold me down, and it don't matter how far, I'll be around

Yeah, I'll hold you down

And these are tough times baby, but we'll make it through

You know I'm headed for the top, I swear I'm taking you

Just hold a nigga down through this bad weather

The rain falling ain't balling but I have better

A woman with an ass and a strong mind, it's been a long time

Sometimes you on your bullshit, sometimes I'm on mine

Will I have a hard time to stay committed?

Or do I only want your voice moaning when I hit it?

Man only God knows

I know deep in your heart, you don't want me to be no star though

'Cause groupies out there every show you scared I'm fucking every ho

And girl I ain't gon' lie and say I won't, 'cause shit you never know

But may the Lord give me strength, I love you more than anything

The future mother of my kids, the love is real and if we ever part, God forbid

I love you still so when I'm on the road don't trip, you know I'm down for you

Keep it tight and don't slip, and hold it down for me

Hold it down, if you need to holler at me

Don't hesitate to call, it ain't a problem

I can be there, I'd ride for you, lie for you

I know you'd do the same, I would die for you

So hold it down, and when the times is hard, I'll be around

So hold me down, and it don't matter how far, I'll be around

Yeah, I'll hold you down

Last Call lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah. Warm Up

La-la-la-laaaa, la lala la lalaaaa

Now I am (Here's to the Roc')

Hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them

(Here's to Roc-a-Fella) It's the Fayettenam

Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and

(Here's to the Roc')

This is the last call for alcohol

This is the warm-up

Now to the few niggas out there who heard my last shit

Which if I must say so myself that was a classic

I never been the type to ride my own coat tail

But it's obvious I'm here to stay, a fucking hotel

I came up, I warmed up

The next up, I blow up!

If you ain't peep the trend by now with each rap I go up

Look all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just faded

But tell me what's a deal when you want to be the greatest?

So Jay I appreciate it, hell of a stepping stone

Wonder if he see it in my eyes I'm trying to get the throne

Wonder if the people know how many nights I spent alone

Making beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting time

I'm getting better but wasn't getting younger

And all that time can make the most confident nigga wonder

But never doubt it or allowed that shit to phase me yo

Just switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio nigga now I am

And they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them

It's the Fayettenam

Put your glasses and your glasses and your glasses to the sky

This is the last call for alcohol

This is the warm-up! (Yeah)

So get your back up off the wall

Now may I never slip up or let my grip up

I know my girl be praying Lord just keep his pants zipped up

Now if some groupie bitch is on his dick then make it's stiff up

At least give the nigga common sense to wrap his dick up

Toast, let's lift up our glasses, then sip up

We fly past they look up

They don't last they give up

They don't blast we clip up then empty

And indeed we hit the target yes

These niggas think they the shit and they ain't even farted yet

Style incomplete like a garbage ass quarterback

My offense is for real

Ay fuck sack, niggas getting coffined in the Ville

Way too often and it feels wrong

New York niggas fuck with me, I got 'em singing Ville songs

Guess it's only right because we grew up singing they shit

Big shit, Mase shit, Nas shit, Jay shit

Time for a Carolina nigga to take his place with the greats

A slim nigga making bold statement

Uh, ay J. Cole how you do that there? I hear you blowing up my nigga

I'm like, true that yea

In NY but smile every time I flew back there

That Carolina, Fayettenam oh yea my crew back there

I go home been so long they saying, you back here?

Took a turn for the worst boy don't move back here

Don't do that, yo who that?

He rep the Ville when he spit it told you he be back with a record deal and he did it

Nigga, fuck spinning on my pivot homie, I'm finna travel till 'refs blow the whistle on me

I got a whole fucking city that's just sitting on me

But it fits on my back, my state is sitting on that

Will I drop? I think not I get up while they stop like a sleeve on tank tops

They ain't give it all they got so they flop

So hey watch, how I'm finna take their spot

Now I'm starting and they not let me show you how to stay hot

I play not, man I'm killing em even your idols feeling em dog

The same nigga used to chill in the mall

While they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rap

The hero fighting villains just to put the Ville on the map

Now I am

And they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them

It's the Fayettenam

Put your glasses and your glasses and your glasses to the sky

This is the last call for alcohol

This is the warm-up!

So get your back up off the wall

Yeah man so shit, this was The Warm Up

Um, what can I say, what can I say?

If you heard The Come Up that was about just a little nigga from North Carolina man

Fayettnam to be exact

Moved to NYC, chasing the dream

I used college, if y'all niggas don't know, I used college as a tool to get to New York

I ain't have no family up here or nothing like that, I came up here on a scholarship, nigga went to college

And the whole time I ain't even think I would have to finish college, I just thought I'd be signed by my freshman year so I wouldn't have to finish college

But it didn't happen like that obviously, a nigga graduated and things started falling into place

I got more focused, I dropped The Come Up

And I look at The Come Up like, how kinda like how I was in high school

Just picture this, The Warm Up is about a nigga who did not make the team when he tried out and I know it's a lotta niggas who know that feeling man

You try out, you think you deserve to be one the team and you go that day to look at the cut list

You wake up and you can't even sleep, you're like, "Damn I'm gon' make the team, I did my thing at tryouts."

You go to the list. All the niggas is looking at their names on the list, some niggas is like, "Aw shit I see my name nigga I'm good, I'm good nigga I'm good, I see my name."

And you're looking for your name, and you kinda play in the back, tryna wait for niggas to clear out 'cause you're not sure

And you go to the list and your name ain't there

And you're like, "How the fuck did I not make this team? I'm better than him, I'm better than him, I'm better than him."

So a lotta niggas either quit or some niggas go harder and so that's kinda how I took the rap shit when I put out The Come Up

'Cause ever since I was 15 I thought I was supposed to be signed

But you know, shit, everything happens for a reason

So shit fast forward to The Warm Up, this just me, like you know, me being that nigga that's practicing and making sure it's no way, it's undeniable that when I go to tryouts, there's no fucking way the coach is passing up on me, my nigga

So that's what this whole mixtape was about and lo and behold, you know

As I'm finishing the mixtape, the deal comes

Thank God, I'm blessed. Everything happens for a reason. And it couldn't have been with a more fucking, with a better fucking squad

You know the niggas I got on the squad if you listen to this then you might have heard who I signed with, I ain't even gon' blast it off like that

Shoutouts to, you know, Mark Pitts, definitely

Shoutout to my nigga Mike Rooney, my nigga E, shoutout to my whole fucking crew, man

That's The Warm Up is about man

RG what's good, Mike Shaw, my nigga Mez, Mez held me down, nigga

More than anybody in the whole fucking, in the whole crew, honestly

So shit, let's get it, man

We got a lotta shit for '09, '010, '011, '0 goddamn 35

That's all I got man, that's The Warm Up

I made the team

So when you go from making the team, now what you gotta do nigga, you gotta start

You gotta be a starter, you gotta make it to college

You gotta make it from college to the league, nigga

Trust me, I ain't get no fucking deal and relax man

I feel like I ain't made it yet period nigga

And that's all I really gotta say yo, it's The Warm Up

Thank you for listening man

Yeah

Losing My Balance lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah, ugh, yeah

1-2, 1-2, 1-2, ugh

1-2, 1-2, 1-2, ugh

Yeah, ugh

Yeah, ugh

Miss High Profile, caught you shopping on Canal (Yeah)

I guess it makes sense, it seems phony as your style

Your hair and your nails just as phony as your smile

Fake eyelashes, you drew your eyebrows

It make a brother ask, do you pride yourself?

Your makeup like a mask, tryna hide yourself

It seems on the outside, you thinking you the shit (Uh-huh)

But there's a soul that's inside that you ain't even knew exist

So you so out of touch that the world mistreat you

Rich niggas fuck you and broke niggas beat you

Hope that this will reach you when you understand

That your value ain't determined by another man

'Cause right now you let them brothers get the upper hand

And you just tell 'em "Go deep" like Cunningham

And you just let 'em OD like Len Bias

And that pussy so good he let his friends try it

Losing your balance, yeah uh

Losing your balance, yeah uh

Losing your balance

Girl, you losing your balance uh, yeah

Don't slip and don't fall, uh

Just a get a grip my nigga, hold on, uh

Don't lose your balance (Yeah, ugh)

Don't lose your balance (Ugh)

I look around at my city, this is Sinville

That boy 11 years old and can inhale

Sometimes I ride around wondering if we in hell

And why do cops love to throw a nigga in jail?

I'm 'bout to lose it, I just had another friend killed (Damn)

Over some bullshit this cycle's like a windmill

I had a convo with my soul, I asked it "When will

This shit change?" It said, "Boy, just use them pen skills"

And so I write this for my niggas on the corner

Love you 'cause you my brother, so I feel I got to warn ya

This shit ain't set up for a young brother to advance

On that note, you niggas playing right into their hands

Damn, better get yourself some goals (Uh-huh), you niggas better dream (Yeah)

I know the hood raised you but it's bigger better things

And for those that passed, I need a moment of silence

Ssh

Yeah, and don't be losing your balance, uh

Don't be losing your balance

Don't be losing your balance

My nigga, don't be losing your balance, uh, yeah

So don't slip and don't fall

Just a get a grip my nigga, hold on (Yeah)

Don't lose your balance (Ugh)

Don't lose your balance (Yeah)

Ugh, I got a thing for this little mama

She do it to me plus her brain is for real, I'm a

Sucker for love I guess, won't catch her up in the club 'cause she ain't into that (Nah)

Kind of chick that rather rent a flick and get intimate

Say she never fuck with thug niggas, only gentlemen

And yeah that ass is fat but what's better is her intellect (Uh-huh)

Other men would sweat her when we walk past

Can't even blame 'em, did the same when I saw the ass

Matched with the thin waist, brown with a slim face

Love the conversation and the kicks was like a sensei

Now she got me chilling with her all around the clock

My homies beefing 'cause I never come around a lot

Keep on telling me I changed and things ain't the same

And ever since she came around I never want to hang (Ugh)

They tell me that it's foul how a chick would make me switch

But man I can't help it dog, her mind got me whipped

I think I'm losing my balance, uh

I think I'm losing my balance, yeah

She got me losing my balance, uh

She got me losing my balance, yeah

But I, I won't slip, nah, I won't fall, ugh

Just a get a grip and hold on, ugh

Losing my balance (Uh-huh)

Losing my balance

The Come Up (2007)

• Intro
• Simba
• I'm The Man
• School Daze
• Dolla And A Dream
• Throw It Up
• Quote Me
• College Boy
• Split You Up
• Plain
• The Come Up
• Mighty Crazy
• Dead Presidents
• Lil Ghetto Nigga
• Homecoming
• Carolina On My Mind
• Can't Cry
• Goin' Off
• Rags To Riches (At The Beep)
• Get It
• I Do My Thing 

Intro lyrics - J. Cole

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

Yo

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

Ay

If you're a Midwest nigga, throw it up

Ay

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

Ay

If you're a Midwest nigga, throw it up

Ay

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

Uh

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

Uh

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

Uh

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

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