Home For The Holidays lyrics - J. Cole

Hey, this is the story of a youngin' dreamin'

Left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin'

Big city on his own shit

But every now and then a nigga get homesick

Pick up the phone, holler at my partner he telling me, be warned

A lot of shit done changed in the time that you've been gone

Streets got meaner, the hoes got growner

And went and got babies the day they got their diplomas, damn

Gon' be some niggas missing when you fly back

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

Old buddy that we hoop with, with the bad chick and a fly 'lac

And a gold chain? Caught him on the Merc, tryna buy crack

Damn homie! Shit, in high school you was the man homie

The fuck happened to you?

Used to beat niggas down at the buses after school

Now you looking like a motherfucking fool

Said I'll be home for the holidays

So when you see me, better holler at me

I gotta get up out this city 'fore it try to trap me

I gotta leave, I wish I could stay

But I'll be home for the holidays (Yeah)

And to those that I used to know

From way before, keep your head up

Come let's get this bread up

Girl, I gotta go, I wish I could stay

But I'm coming home for the holidays (Yeah)

Hey, this is a story 'bout some puppy love

But at the time, boy, I was feeling like this must be love

Although now I'm on my grown shit

She bad as hell, a nigga still get homesick

I was fresh up off a scholarship

Dressed like a black man in college shit

Got a little knowledge now I'm following the politics

But I still gotta holler at my old chick

So sweet, so thick, girl pick up your phone, it's me

She said, "What? We ain't homies no more

You go to college. Now, you act like you don't know me no more."

Girl please, we got history, semester seem so long

The last time I seen you baby you ain't have no clothes on

So if history repeats itself (Yeah)

When I get home, girl it's on, you ain't gon' need ya belt

Or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the "Rewind"

Just don't give it up in the meantime

Said I'll be home for the holidays

So when you see me, better holler at me

I gotta get up out this city 'fore it try to trap me

I gotta leave, I wish I could stay

But I'll be home for the holidays (Yeah)

And to those that I used to know

From way before, keep your head up

Come let's get this bread up

Girl, I gotta go, I wish I could stay

But I'm coming home for the holidays

Man I reminisce on them school days

I know you know them act a fool days

That missed the bus then hit the blunt and go to school blazed

Trying to get laid so I gotta stay fly

But a nigga hella shy, you would have thought that's where the Bulls play

Was just a freshman could used a little cool, ay

Crushing on them upperclassmen but it was too late

Buddy she was dating, yeah, he had the freshest shoes

But the nigga graduated and he never made two "A"s

Hey if you're listening, we got in school

But who will pay our tuition, man?

These niggas crazy

One year cost 'bout same as a Mercedes

Four years cost wife, crib, and a baby

Ay maybe this ain't for me

Only if I could be LeBron and go straight to league

The worst part of growing up man: shit just ain't for free

Maybe I can be somebody people pay to see

And maybe I should move up out here to the place to be

To get from A to Z, aye what you think I'm crazy

If I told you one day that I'm 'a sign with Jay-Z

And will I make it, man? I guess we gotta wait and see

Said I'll be home for the holidays

And when you see me, better holler at me

I gotta get up out this city 'fore it try to trap me

I gotta leave, I wish I could stay

But I'll be home for the holidays (Hey)

And to those that I used to know

From way before, keep your head up

Come let's get this bread up

Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay

But I'm coming home for the holidays (Yeah)

Love Me Not lyrics - J. Cole

It's like she loves me

She loves me

And then she loves me not

She loves me not

Feel like she loves me

She loves me

And then she loves me not

She loves me not

Then she loves me not

Hey, I know that this ain't nothing that you used to

Out of the ordinary, unusual

I know you had your whole life planned out

So to watch this pan out I know this shit gotta confuse you

I know you wonder why I had to choose you

Don't wanna take you for granted or abuse you

So I'm 'a keep it honest

I think it's a little ironic

If I hit another chick it's gonna bruise you

Shit, staring out the window of this plane

Thinking if it crash, I'll never see your ass again

Wouldn't that be a shame

'Cause look at all the shit we overcame

Made it through the flame and never got cremated

I made it to the fame and never got too jaded

All them other couples we fuck with, secretly hated

Flash forward it's been years, we're the only ones that made it

Shit, remember I was straying from home

And "Where I Wanna Be" was my favorite song

Sometimes I still be on my Donell Jones

But I just can't leave you alone

It's like she loves me

She loves me

And then she loves me not

She loves me not

Feel like she loves me

She loves me

And then she loves me not

She loves me not

Then she loves me not

She know me like a book, it's too easy to read my ass

Unhappy stressed, yelling don't mislead my ass

I mean I make it so easy to please my ass

The shoe was on the other foot and you would leave my ass

True that

My song all on the radio, Who Dat

Am I so far gone, used to see both sides like the Mohawk on

Now I know you wonder why this phone lock on

All this time that I've been with ya you ain't used to do that

I loved your ass way before I knew you could rap

The way you breaking my heart I should sue you for that

Call up my uncles and my cousins have them do you for that

We had a deal you ain't keeping up your end of the shit

In my mind I know she get the short end of the stick

Try to justify it thinking, man we finna be rich

Some bad bitch I barely know sending me flicks

It's like she loves me

She loves me

And then she loves me not

She loves me not

Feel like she loves me

She loves me

And then she loves me not

She loves me not

Then she loves me not

See World lyrics - J. Cole

This is Shaniya Davis, last seen wearing a blue sleep shirt and pink underwear

The search for the little girl is now entering its 11th hour in Fayeteville, and there's some disturbing new details

Yeah, hey

Fayettenam nigga

Dreamville nigga

J. Cole

Hey, ah

I ain't ready yet

Yeah, I ain't ready yet

Yeah, hey

Gettin' higher than the soul of little Shaniya

And to the ones that killed her, hope you burn in fire

I'm burnin' tires on the strip, tryna get a grip

Liquor in the cup holder, tryna get a sip

6 shots of Hennessey, I'm still goin' strong

Please numb me from the bullshit that's goin' on

That girl was 5 years old that they just murdered

And did some wicked shit to her that was unheard of

You fuckin' coward, ain't gotta tell 'em go to Hell

'Cause that's the shit that make them other niggas sick in jail

So you gon' feel it

Travel the world reppin' this city, know I'm gon' kill it

But yet a nigga ain't got a clue

How I'm gon' deal with all the bullshit

Niggas sendin' shots my way

You put a hit out on me, think that I'm gon' stop? No way

Gon' have to kill me, or witness a nigga livin' so filthy

Young, black, and wealthy, nigga, for that I'm guilty

Still see all the fake shit, it's funny somehow

Thought the money could erase it, no matter how

Much dough you got, you gotta face it, and to my niggas gone

Hope you in a better place, if I make it, I'll holla...

See world, huh-uh

You're no good, uh-uh, hey

Yeah, see world

You're no good, uh-uh

No matter how I hate flashbacks and rewinds

Can't escape the pain that be trapped in my mind

Nigga, see world

You're no good

Uh, I got a chip on my shoulder the size of a Golden Nugget

The industry overlook me, for that I be holding grudges

Wouldn't take a chance on me, suddenly it's, oh you love it

Let's get a Cole feature, that's gon' put you over budget, now

Picture being broke without no pot to piss in

And then suddenly your idols is your competition

Used to be like God to me, slowly losing my religion

As these notes from my composition turn to competitions

Then put it out and hope the world sing

We're sippin' liquor for the pain that the world bring

We had dreams just to make it up the flag pole

Just to find out that our heroes were some assholes

Y'all don't hear me

Maybe I had the world figured out wrong

When these niggas go from singing our songs and waiting on you

'Bout a year later the same ones be hatin' on you

Every other record these rappers be faking on you

Dog, we sing your songs but we know that ain't you

We know you gotta make the people pay you

'Cause either you play the game or watch the game play you

And be that broke motherfucker talkin' 'bout "I stayed true"

Yeah, see world, huh-uh

You're no good, uh-uh, hey

Yeah, see world

You're no good, uh-uh

No matter how I hate flashbacks and rewinds

Can't escape the pain that be trapped in my mind

Nigga, see world

You're no good

By candlelight, they stood as one, numb with shock and disbelief. A little girl's body, found Monday, is believed to be five-year-old Shaniya Davis, missing since last Tuesday. Davis has been charged with the unthinkable; prostituting her five year old daughter. Security camera's spotted a man carrying Shaniya into a hotel last Tuesday. This man, police said, is now charged with Shaniya's kidnapping. Search parties found the girl's body yesterday a 100 feet off-road, wearing only a t-shirt

Yeah, see world, huh-uh

You're no good, uh-uh, hey

Yeah, see world

You're no good, uh-uh

No matter how I hate flashbacks and rewinds

Can't escape the pain that be trapped in my mind

Nigga, see world

You're no good

Farewell lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah, farewell

Hey, farewell

All my niggas farewell

Fayettenam

Look, some niggas let their dirt out, some just keep it all in 'em

So when a man dies, all his secrets go with him

And fade, a part of history no longer known

Done did a lot of dirt I'll bury with me when I'm gone

When my story's told, how will they tell it?

Will they say I was a giver or remember I was selfish?

Will they say I was a sinner or pretend I was a saint?

Will I go down as a winner, what's the picture they're gon' paint?

Wouldn't say that I'm a quitter, that's one thing I know I ain't

Will they tarnish? Will they taint? Glorify me, over-think?

Say they know me, say I'm great? Say I'm phony, I was fake?

Say the things about me that they never told me to my face?

I was loved, I was hated, just a nigga with a dream

I'm a liar, I was honest, I was all of these things

When I'm gone, let 'em talk, they're discussing who I am

When they bury me, just know I wasn't nothing but a man

Wasn't nothin' but a man

This for them niggas climbin' heaven's stairwell

Yeah, hey farewell

Yeah, hey farewell

This for niggas climbin' heaven's stairwell

I pray you farewell

I bid you farewell

Yeah, hey, farewell

Yeah, yeah

If I should die, Lord, this here is my will

Reincarnate a nigga, send me right back to the 'Ville

Let me relive my younger days just once again

Reenact my memories from every friend to every sin

Keeping demons buried in my closet

But yet I put in work like a deposit on my bank account

My eyes lit while I think about my childhood, now I'm blanking out

Those were truly my best days

The only thing I had to stress was how the hell to get laid

Gradually turn into me stressin' how the hell to get paid

Been making songs so long, now how the hell they get played?

OK, I'm blowing up quickly, I guess the flow is sickly

But yet I can't forget my past and hope it won't forget me

Got good grades, but "A"s can't stop strays, so pray for me

Pour liquor for my niggas, but hey, don't wait for me

'Cause I'm trying to cheat death, she out to bury my ass

You know the cliché "Life's a bitch". Well, I'm gon' marry that ass

And sign a pre-nup, think back to when we tore the skating rink up

Rapping and we scrapping, we got older, hit the teen club

Gave mean mugs to niggas but we winked to all the girls

Then we went back to the crib, thinking we had saw the world

No sir, came a long way from having mamma chauffeur

It's hard to think these hoes at some point were so pure

But now we play the game, when it's over, send me back

I swear I'm not gon' change a thing

Swear I'm not gon' change a thing

This for them niggas climbin' heaven's stairwell

Yeah, hey farewell

I pray you niggas farewell

This for them niggas climbin' heaven's stairwell

Hey farewell

Hey farewell

Yeah, hey, farewell

Yeah

I love who you are, love who you ain't

I love who you are, love who you ain't

I love who you are, love who you ain't

I love who you are, love who you ain't

I love who you are

Looking For Trouble lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Pusha T, Big Sean, Cyhi Da Prynce, J. Cole)

[Pusha T:]

Re-Up Gang Pusha

(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)

But you found it muthafucker

Yes

All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses

shoveling that devil’s angel up they noses

never let jail turn my shine into Moses

couldn’t cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes

panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster

backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur

killian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her

Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters

the audacity, war brings casualty

bitch have my son before I face that tragedy

ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi

R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse

Gone!!!

(You seek out problems)

(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)

But you found it motherfucker

[Kanye West:]

I’m here, it’s the misogyny

bad bitches massaging me

sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges

so please don’t judge me, ugh, for the following

fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling

take of that Givenchy and let’s get raunchy

I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy

the devil stay testing

’cause when you chase the pussy it’s a sin

but if it falls in your lap it’s a blessing

soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing

French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive

had used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)

[Cyhi The Prynce:]

Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah

boy, we looking for trouble

maybe if we wasn’t black then we wouldn’t have struggled

player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle

they cook and I smuggle

got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle

so I’m running through them circles,

boy I’m looking like Knuckles

look at my knuckles, got the hook in ’cause niggas was looking

I’ve tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog I’m good for a scuffle

don’t be mad I whooped your ass ’cause I’ve tooken a couple

feds asking niggas questions but I wouldn’t rebuttal

‘cause I’m Jake Gyllenhaal, I’m in the hood with the bubble

with a tall model broad like I took her from Russell

didn’t play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle

Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts

ain’t nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh

but now I’m eating off of rather yellow gold

exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes

but don’t get it confused when I rap these mellow flows

‘cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road

[Big Sean:]

GOOD, I do it

B.I.G. Sean Don nigga

(But you found it mutherfucker)

bitch

I’m in, that no-smoke sec’ rolling motherfucking ounces

marijuana mountains, drinks you’re not pronouncing

three chains on, I don’t need no bouncers

nothing less than a G stack’s in my trousers

(Boy)

new double-D’s smashed in her blouses

fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)

my nigga, we rent houses

so many wedding rings lost in them couches

I’m just a Westside lover

I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber

this is showtime, showtime, boy

I hope you set the DVR

stacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR

‘Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne

so now I’m snapping like yo’ ass just finished a poem

does he sound like ‘Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?

meanwhile, I’m chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you ain’t

consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime

a killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime

greet me wit a middle finger when you see me

it’s cool, ’cause I can’t see yo’ ass from this side of the TV muthafucker

[J. Cole]

Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one

what you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones

down played me to downgrade me like they don’t notice son

your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in ‘em

fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons

this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph’s son

high as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun

never say I’m better than Hov, but I’m the closest one

heard you looking for trouble, what, I’m supposed to run?

yo’ bitch invited me inside her, ain’t I supposed to cum?

got niggas that’ll blow your tee off, put a hole in one

now you outside of heaven’s gate, fronting like you know someone

talking hard, but y’all still ain’t push me

they say you are what you eat, and I still ain’t pussy

fuck it, everybody can get it

when you’re this hot, everybody’s a critic

but when you’re this high everybody’s a midget

all this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing

could it be my position is one that you dreamed of?

went from quarter to broke to half past rich

with my badass bitch

and you don’t want no problems on some math class shit

so check the young genius out

fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout

I thought that real shit is what you been fiending ’bout

what you been praying for? What you been screaming ’bout?

ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming ’bout

The Warm Up (2009)

• Intro (The Warm Up)
• Welcome
• Can I Live
• Grown Simba
• Just To Get By
• Lights Please
• Dead Presidents II
• I Get Up
• World Is Empty
• Dreams
• Royal Flush
• Dollar And A Dream II
• Water Break (Interlude)
• Heartache
• Get Away
• Knock Knock
• Ladies
• Til' Infinity
• The Badness
• Hold It Down
• Last Call
• Losing My Balance (Bonus Track) 

Intro (The Warm Up) lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah

You ever prayed for something your whole life?

I mean, all you dreamed about was this one thing

I mean, you know it's coming

You have faith and all that

But sometimes

Sometimes you second guess yourself

That's human nature I suppose, second guessing

When life seems to take you through more downs than ups

Seems like it gives you more losses than wins

But do you stand tall and be bold

Or do you fold?

Do you believe?

See, me, I came a long way

Way too far for me to stop now

Not that I would stop anyways, but

I'm so close, I can feel it

Can you feel it?

Warm Up

Welcome lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah

Hey

Yeah, hey

Fayettenam, yeah

Bitch

Yeah, I'm sipping liquor for the pain, pouring liquor for the slain

Nothing else can do the trick like hard liquor to the brain

Fall victim to the game, all this money we spent

In my mind, tryna figure where this 20 Gs went

Maybe I should slow it down, maybe take the pace slow

Second thought, I think I need to speed it up and make mo'

Time to build, Lego, in the Ville, laid low

Counting days, still waiting on that shit I prayed for

Am I ungrateful? Want it all so quick

Feel a vibrate, hold up, I got a call, old bitch

How she get my new shit? Swear the city too small

Type of chick won't take her shirt off 'cause her titties too small

I could give a damn, girl, lift up that pretty blue bra

Now I'm in the deep, seeing just how pretty you are

And that kitty go hard

Lord, I'm up in that

Got the type of kitty cat that make a nigga double back

Type of shit that make a nigga wanna fall in love with that

At the door with a towel on and nothin' under that

Saying welcome

Hey, yeah

Yeah, welcome

Yeah, yeah

I let these words flow out like water from a spout

Like rain from the clouds, rush the pain from the crowd

'Cause these words go deep from my soul when I speak

Then the flows hit the souls of all those that I've reached

If I die 'fore I wake, hope my songs live on

Will they miss me when I'm gone and if so, for how long?

So much shit is on my brain, try hard to maintain

Sit and analyze my thoughts, at times I wonder if I'm sane

Man, it's hard to trust friends when the paranoia blends

With the marijuana, wonder will this high ever end?

Swear I'll never smoke again, y'all niggas blow the weed

Let me take another shot, man, this liquor's all I need

Just to put me in the zone, so far away from home

Nobody truly know me, got me feelin' so alone

They wonder what's on my mind, what's lingerin' in my dome

I tell 'em ain't nothin' wrong, I deal with it on my own

I deal with it on my own

Yeah, I deal with it on my own, nigga

Yeah, oh, welcome

Can I Live lyrics - J. Cole

Yeah, pussy my passion, never been a fan of flashin'

Probably 'cause I never could, said if I had it, never would

Then I got my first little taste of paper and I splurged

I guess it's just a nigga urge, this is The Boondocks

I swear, yo, I'm like Huey mixed with Riley

Thursday I be tryna save the world, and then on Friday, I hit the club

Hopin' that my dick get rubbed by some fat asses

Niggas get to scrappin' then you hear the gats blasting, damn

Hope them niggas ain't got no problems with me

My momma told me to speak like you got a college degree

You see, I can, but I won't 'cause I'm saying what I want

Plus this slang that I speak don't change that I'm deep

As the throat on a certified freak, will she choke?

As we headed to the crib, yes, I let her give me head

So she gon' 'member where I live, my game is tight

Baby, no need to bring pajamas, you ain't stayin' the night

No disrespect, I just say it polite

I drop her off before I sleep, I be praying for life

Like Hov said it, can I live?

Ay. Dear Lord, can I live?

Hey, now am I living to get paid, just slaves for a wage, are we?

I can't do no 9-to-5, told my momma, "Sorry."

I can't do no suit and tie, no I want the glory

If you knew me, know my life is like a movie starring me

Pardon me, if it seems that I'm following my dreams

I ain't reading off the script that they picked for me

I ain't pissed, nah, couldn't give a shit hardly

I'll be shitting on them niggas that was shitting on me

Will I live or will I die before they get to know me?

If I go, I know the ones that's pouring liquor for me

And I know them fake niggas really hating on me

Knew that I was 'bout to blow, so they was waiting on me

But oh no, Lord

You see, I'm smarter than they know

So hold on, Lord, 'cause I ain't quite ready to go

Can I live?

Somebody told me that it's only one shot

So I'll be goddamned if I'm ever gonna stop

Promise to my momma I'ma make it to the top

So I'ma keep climbing 'til my heartbeat drop

Like the phone when she heard the news

Her sister on the other line talking to her shoes

The only son, what a thing to lose

More blacks singing more blues

More niggas pouring more brews

Poor dude, he was young like 21

Straight up out that city that I'm from

A real smart nigga, but his niggas, they was dumb

He ain't even get a chance to run

Before it landed in his lung

God. Breathe, nigga

His partner screaming, "Don't you fucking leave, nigga!"

Took off his shirt, tryna stop the bleeding nigga. "Don't you go!"

But his life fading slow

Did I tell my mom I love her, do she know?

Did I tell my baby sorry from before?

Won't get to see my son grow

Lord, I ain't ready to go

Can I live? Can I live? Dear Lord, can I live?

Can I live?

Grown Simba lyrics - J. Cole

Now I was dreaming 'bout a deal at the age of thirteen

I was fiending for the mills, I ain't talking Burger King

Some of my niggas in the 'Ville, all they did was serve fiends

Fuck scales, I had skills, all day rehearsing

Them pretty boys had them gals, spent their time flirting

All they wanted was some waves like they're fucking surfing

Hold up, now, don't get it twisted, I ain't hating, do your thing

I was like a young Simba; couldn't wait to be the king

Now, a nigga is the prince

Hopped over the fence where the grass way greener

Look at shorty ass, way meaner

Something like Serena mixed with Trina—have you seen her?

She fine enough to be Ms. Howard, word to Adina

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

Now, it's time to eat, I'm letting all my niggas grab a plate

Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phonies

These niggas heard about me, now they're acting like they know me

Keep on saying, "Where you going, nigga?"

Shit, it ain't no telling, huh, yeah

"Ay. Where you going, nigga?"

Hey, it ain't no telling, yeah

They keep on saying "Where you going, nigga?" Going, nigga

Ay, it ain't no telling (Yeah)

Can't tell you where I'm going, just know I won't stop

Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top, ugh

Pardon the interruption, a proper introduction is necessary

When your shit is legendary, man

Greedy niggas wouldn't let me in the cafeteria'n

'Cause they ain't believe, suddenly they're Presbyterian

The hoes is librarians; they're looking me up

She got to Jones like Marion, she licking me up

Then we cut, look how she say my name

I got her moaning, "J. Cole." They used to say "Jermaine"

I never change, I'm like a corpse in a coffin; six feet, shit's deep

I was low, just a dollar and some hope fixed me

'Cause I was broke, plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser

Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercer

I'm a star; Converses

Conversing with them girls with them curves like cursive

They open like curtains

'Cause my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio

Same bitches used to play me though

Now, they're yelling, "Where you going, nigga?"

Shit, it ain't no telling, huh, yeah

"Ay. Where you going, nigga?"

Shit, it ain't no telling, yeah

They keep on saying "Where you going, nigga?" Going, nigga

It ain't no telling, yeah

I can't tell you where I'm going, just know I won't stop

Goodbye to the bottom (Yeah), hello to the top, yeah

I left the city for a minute, but it's still on my back

Told my niggas "Ay. I'm finna put the Ville on the map

I'll be back, and I'm coming with a deal and a plaque."

'Cause I'm ill, bitch. They couldn't make a pill for the rap

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send 'em back

Came home, shit is real, niggas still in the trap

Hold up, now, don't get it twisted, if you slang, do your thing

Me, I'm like a young Simba; I can't wait to be the king

Witness the dream

Straight out that Carolina water, I was brought up

In the city where the skinny niggas tryna be the ballers

Ain't no fathers, but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

Sneaking in her crib, but her momma never caught us

What they taught us?

Man, them bad bitches only want the ballers, the starters

We hooping, now the hoes wanna guard us

Ugh, okay, so play D—know what I mean?

And I, I, I'll put you on the team

Man, this life is but a dream, and I need a fast car

Bad broads, fast forward; passport, I'm a fucking rap star

"Ay. Where you going, nigga?"

Shit, it ain't no telling, yeah

They say this life is but a dream, well, I need a fast car

Bad broads, fast forward; passport, I'm a fucking rap star

"Ay. Where you going, nigga?"

Yeah, it ain't no telling

Just To Get By lyrics - J. Cole

That was the warm-up, that was the warm-up, baby

Aight, Elite, for real, one take, dawg, and I'm up outta here

One

Yup, yeah

Lord, please forgive me for my sinnin'

I ain't sayin' that I'm finished, but I'm prayin' in advance

'Cause the way her eyes glance like they're playin' in my pants

Yeah, ball game, I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans

When a nigga took a chance and came to the big city

My beat machine the only fuckin' thing I had with me

Like Bobby had Whitney, we was cookin' up crack

But them fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Picture that, best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes

The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his bachelors

But mastered this rap shit, you hear the words comin' from my

Lips, bastards, I never crack, I got that Chapstick

I practiced 'til that shit made perfect and served it

To the people on a silver platter, now where's the ladder?

'Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; I chose the latter

Know you haters is pissed, hold your bladder though

'Fore you get tossed like a forward lateral, we never tattle

Let God handle that, or let the mob handle that

No Soprano, half-black, half-white; I'm a piano

I'm an animal, my video on Discovery Channel

I'm a beast when my shit hits the streets, these niggas cease

To exist, like a beach in a tsunami, you'll find me

In the 'Ville in the state of NC, bitch, if I ain't back

Home, I'm up in NYC, 'bout that money prob'ly

Like a fuckin' robbery, but I ain't jackin'

I'm chasin' dreams sort of like jeans, boy, I ain't slackin'

I'm chasin' dreams sort of like jeans, boy, I ain't slackin'

Hey, take a hard look at my drive nigga, no hackin'

On my shit, I'm straight smackin' niggas, straight taggin' niggas

Yo, I'm freestylin', fuck y'all niggas, y'all be wylin', and I'm out

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

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