Friday Night Lights lyrics - J. Cole
Yeah
Almost, almost
Hm, damn
Hey
So here we are
So here we are
So here we are
It's funny how so close can seem so far
Seem so far
Seem so far
Seem so far
Funny how so close can seem so far, I mean
Nigga, this is your moment
Damn, this is your moment
Damn, this supposed to be your moment, ain't it?
This supposed to be your moment
This supposed to be your moment
This supposed to be your moment
What good is being the one when you the only one that knows it?
Too Deep For The Intro lyrics - J. Cole
Partially functional, half of me is comfortable
The other half is close to the cliff, like Mrs. Huxtable
These boys got them holsters and clips they pack like Lunchables
Like white boys in grade school, while we ate school-made food
Just eyeing they shit, wish I was trying they shit
Knowing when mama hit the store, she wasn't buying that shit
No, I ain't crying a bit, man that's just life, that's how that shit work
You reach your hand in fire, you pull it back when you get burnt
Gotta learn when you get hurt, even if it's with Cupid
He beat you and you went back, you's officially stupid
Oh yeah, I understand, that's your man, you had a plan
You been together for some years, you sticking with him for the kids
So you overlook the tears, but we both know that's a bad look
'Cause 20 years from now, your daughter'll probably get her ass whooped
Look, if this too deep for the intro, I'll find another use
But just in case it's perfect, let me introduce, Cole
Time to save the world
Where in the world is all the time?
So many things I still don't know (Uh-uh, hey)
So many times I've changed my mind
Guess I was born to make mistakes
But I ain't scared to take the weight
So when I stumble off the path (Yeah)
I know my heart will guide me back (Yeah)
Man, is this too deep for the intro? If so, I'll find another use
But just in case it's perfect, let me introduce
It's Cole, I had a dream and so I made a move
A ill ass nigga who just so happened to stay in school
Still rap for hustlers and motherfuckers that hated school
Said, "That's for busters," then heard my shit and I made it cool
It's safe to say that I'm gifted as if I'm Christmas shopping
I got gangster niggas lining up in admissions office
Ay, possibly 'cause all the hoes a nigga scraped
A lot of shit up on my plate, so you know a nigga late
To my first class, I'd much rather sit up in first class
Should I admit that a slutty bitch was my first smash?
Wasn't experienced, so nah, I didn't wear it out
Always thought my first time would be someone I cared about
But being a virgin was something to be embarrassed 'bout
I used that ass for practice, so I wasn't scared out my mind
You call it rhymes, I call it clearing out my mind
Was just a young boy staring out my blinds
'Til I got free from my mama leash
Running loose through the streets like a stray dog in heat
And we looking for some freaks, can you play? Pardon me
What's your name? Don't mistake me for no lame, no, not me
She knew I was on the team 'cause she seen how tall I be
In the club dappin' niggas, eventually, R.I.P.
Damn, you win some, you lose some, that's just how it happens
And if a nigga step up to you, then you gotta scrap 'em
Your name is all you got, throwing hands by the bathroom
It's funny, I barely told nobody I started rapping
'Cause see, some niggas was haters that I just viewed as clowns
At fourteen, I knew I was the nicest dude around
I gotta make a move, I gotta do this now
If they don't know your dreams, then they can't shoot 'em down
Ha, yeah nigga, hell yeah
I felt that one in my fuckin' soul, nigga
Ha-ha
Ooh, hey
I'm trying to decide
Which way to go
Think I made a wrong turn back there somewhere
Ooh, hey
I'm trying to decide
Which way to go
Think I made a wrong turn back there somewhere
Before I'm Gone lyrics - J. Cole
I hit the weed, I told myself the last time would be my last
I don't trust my own niggas, now my mind racing fast
Got my foot up on the gas, got a hundred on the dash
If the police run up on me, I ain't stopping for their ass
Boy, you know my L's dirty, if they stop me, I'm goin' to jail surely
I'll be next to my brother in the cell, no bail for me
"Man, let me out. Send me back to bitches that smell pretty."
And all I gotta do is call once and she there all ready
Yeah, buddy, can't you tell I'm goin' through hell?
I don't even open my mail
I'm in the shower with a soap and the towel, I need cleansing
Bad bitches all on the prowl, they need Benzes
Pussy niggas running their mouth and we ain't flinching
Their names ain't even mentioned
I got dreams bigger than your whole team
You niggas so broke, yet somehow you so green
I guess it's envy, started with a penny now I'm getting plenty money
Huh, and one time for the city, yeah
And two times for you, hey
And one time for the city, hey
And two times for you, uh
Look kid, it's raining outside boy, fuck an umbrella
Niggas banging outside boy, their guns'll dumbbell a nigga
Tired of telling niggas that's deceased "Rest in peace"
We tired of only having just a piece
And fuck policing, they're killing niggas, what's the reason?
His daughter starving and she fucking freezing
So no wonder why he fucking squeezing
They're out here bustin', leavin' niggas stuck and bleedin' on the floor
Bullets wet you like it's semen on a ho
Breathing slow man, I'm in hell
One day you tryna make rent, next day you in jail
Lord knows he meant well
So I take the pencil and write like a pen pal
Some shit that's darker than the tints up on the windshield
Uh, welcome to Sinville where niggas on base
Shit is looking like an infield, high as a Sprint bill
What you think? That's the reason why this ink in my pen kills
Phony niggas until they are extinct, bitch I've been real
Huh, and one time for the city, hey, uh
And two times for you, yeah
And one time for the city, hey, hmm
And two times for you, hey
Them old niggas sayin', "Cole the wrong one bringin' the city shine
All he ever doin' is paintin' pictures of crime
Tellin' stories of pain, paintin' pictures of dope"
Bitch if you listenin', I'm paintin' pictures of hope, huh
That boy in class embarrassed because he broke
Hopin' today he won't be the butt of somebody's joke
See me, I lived it all from dirt-poor in a trailer
Worried about my mother and never trustin' my neighbors
To middle-class with a backyard and my own room
To bein' the only black kid in my homeroom
Academically gifted and followed my own rules
Was runnin' the streets, hey ma, I'll be home soon
Was out chasin' hoes, was out hoopin'
Them niggas wasn't ballin' but yet they was foul shootin', uh
So meet the newest role model who don't know how to fake this shit
Never sold a rock and look, I made it bitch
Huh, and one time for the city, yeah
And two times for you, hey
And one time for the city, yeah
And two times for you, hey
Girl it's been so long, I've been gone from you
But you ain't gotta worry 'bout the thangs I do
It's hard but the thought of you would ease my pain
Girl I promise they're gon' know our name, uh
Ain't seen you smile in a while
But I been dreamin' 'bout you
Oh oh oh
Back To The Topic lyrics - J. Cole
Yeah, nigga
I'ma go ahead and murder this shit
Voice gone and shit, I think it's gon' make it sound a little
A little ill, just a little iller
Yeah, Fayettenam, nigga, yeah
Carolina blue kicks, pedal to the metal
Feeling like a puppet and the Devil is Geppetto
Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high
You can pick apart my raps, I ain't told ya nan lie
My world a little darker like a fuckin' tan line
Go on look for a better nigga, girl, you can't find
Fine young man with an old man mind
No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind
Aw, no ma'am, I'm an old land mine
I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time
Now I'm armed and I'm, Fayettenam's finest
Carolina's savior, marijuana blazer
Only on occasion 'cause my mind be racin'
Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian
Thinking how these rap niggas gotta be fakin'
Whole style obviously copied, pasted
Plagiarized swag, may arrive last
But when it's all said and done, I'ma be ahead of them
Way that I describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine
Way that I be fly, I be higher than the Jet-a-sons
Moving on up, nigga higher than the Jeffersons
All about the Benjamins, bad chicks, send 'em in
Basic hoes, toss 'em out, can't even get Waffle House
Hatin' niggas, chalk 'em out, go on, get the coffin out
What you talking about, little man?
My shit here burning, you not even little tan
I'm ill enough to kill cancer, baby, I'm chemo
Down in Miami and I'm throwed like Marino
Get a whole lot of you know and she bald like an Eagle
No, not on top but down there
She say she want to hop on top, girl, I don't care
You better get yours 'fore I reach mine 'cause then I'm throwing peace signs
If you a freak, I can take you to your peak
Girl, I do it to the maximum, Nissan
And I hope you a believer
I'm quarterbacking, tryna get you open like receivers
Far from an overnight achiever
Cole is like the leader of the new niggas
To tell the truth, I'm only fucking with a few niggas
If that, the rest of y'all niggas get lapped
I sit back and reflect on the rap game, I came from out of nowhere
Nigga, I swear them lames ain't know how to prepare
Got niggas shouting out the 'Ville, "I gotta go there"
Boy, don't you know you get shot over there?
I say my prayers 'cause this life ain't fair
A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain't there
A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain't there
Yeah late at night, when I got the phone call and made a right
But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head
Hit it then I quit it 'fore she even made the bed
Damn I'm no good, but damn it's so good
I'm picturing that body like a camera phone would
Something like Rihanna while I'm up in that V-gina
Type of chick that only dress in something that's designer
I could give a fuck long as there's something that's behind of her
Got the type of bumper make a dog wanna hump
Back to the topic, actually forgot it
Hoes, money, I'm the shit, oh yeah, I'm reminded
The way I put the words together, cleverly align 'em
These other rap niggas should never be a problem
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You Got It lyrics - J. Cole (feat. Wale)
May this song reach your heart
May this song reach your heart
Ay, one time (One time) one time (One time)
Ay, throw your hands to the sky tonight
'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right, and girl you dead right
If your head right, I'll be there every night
I just might change your life
'Cause baby you got it (You got it) you got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it) you got it (You got it, hey)
Hey, Cole World, real cold world
I watch you hit the floor and watch it drop it real low, girl
Last time I seen you, you was a little old girl
Had a crush, now we grown and you still so thorough
Uh, clap for her, work it 'til you exhausted
I swear ain't nothing worse than a bad bitch that lost it
Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass
Goddamn, your ex-man is a dumb-ass
When you was leaving, did he put up a fight?
Was he stressing you? Wasn't fucking you right?
Well, one man's trash is another man's treasure
One man's pain is another man's pleasure
One damn thing you can't change is the weather
But even if it rain, we get rained on together, huh
It's whatever, you shine, I shine
I know you got a 9-to-5, I'll be your 5-to-9
Ay, one time (One time) one time (One time)
Ay, throw your hands to the sky tonight
'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right, and girl you dead right
If your head right, I'll be there every night
I just might change your life
'Cause baby you got it (You got it) you got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it) you got it (You got it, hey)
May this song reach your heart
Uh, man, I could hear 'em saying
May this song reach your heart
Ay, yeah
Yeah, go 'head and pop it like you do in the mirror
I'm picking through the crowd, tryna see a little clearer
High heel wearer, uh, hell of a body
First one to spot you and I ain't telling nobody
Nope, I'm peeking at your ass, winking at your ass
If I don't bag, I'll be thinking 'bout your ass
For the whole week, no time for cold feet
She too bad to pass, so fine, I'm gon' speak
I tell her my name Jermaine, I'm tryna be low-key
She tell me I got that flame, "Your rhymes are so deep"
Damn, girl thank you, shit, you so bad
Know your daddy wish he could still spank you, hold up
'Fore these other niggas roll up and try and get ya
The ones that say they riders but never do ride with ya
I'm tryna vibe with you. So, won't you throw me your phone number?
And let them lames get your old number
Ay, one time (One time) one time (One time)
Ay, throw your hands to the sky tonight
'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right, and girl you dead right
If your head right, I'll be there every night
I just might change your life
'Cause baby you got it (You got it) you got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it) you got it (You got it, hey)
May this song reach your heart
May this song reach your heart
Roc Nation, Wale, ha-ha
Look, Cole World, still a cold world
And a couple y'all is cool but we a little more thorough, huh
Whole time, a little more girls
You know I spit that sick shit and there's still no cure
Hold up, loud packs like I got cancer
Choking on them white boys make a Black Panther
Love my women with high heels and high standards
And only cheat on my broad if I run out of answers
I got that vicious flow, Moncler winter coat
I ain't superstitious, I make all these broads split my pole
Ha, you dig it, this shit ain't for beginners
I'm something like a fetus, see, I'm not quite kidding
And there's something you ain't seeing like I block y'all vision
Like my Remy with no juice, you a lot like Bishop
Hundred K in twenty-two hours
See, money talks, you motherfuckers is Boomhauer
No check back, in debt, yep
Loud in my J, y'all smoke that Gallaudet
Higher than I need to be, flyer 'cause I need to be
Love our conversation but it's late right now, I need to beat, ha-ha
One time for the Ville that Cole rep
Another time for the city of the slow death
I don't understand why these niggas so vexed
I don't need no chains with no cross to know I'm blessed
Hold up!
Ay, one time (One time) one time (One time)
Ay, throw your hands to the sky tonight
'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right, and girl you dead right
If your head right, I'll be there every night
I just might change your life
'Cause baby you got it (You got it) you got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it) you got it (You got it, hey)
May this song reach your heart
May this song reach your heart
Villematic lyrics - J. Cole
To the college kids, no scholarships, starting your semester
Unpacking your suitcases filling up your dresser
Enjoy it while you got it, after that, it's God bless ya
Life is your professor, know that bitch is gon' test ya
I got some shit I'd like to get off my chest
I spill out my soul, I spit out my stress
And can I spit out my stress?
It's the feeling in the air
You bout to drop a real classic
He said, "Cole, a little birdy told me on the low you got a Illmatic"
Nobody touching Nas, nigga it's more like Villematic
Uh, these Fayettenam tales be paying off well
What story is my audio theater gon' tell
I know my debut will ship, but is it gon' sell?
I guess it's in God's hands
I make the type of pieces that make Jesus say, "God damn"
That's for your non-believers, I'm the truth, only time'll teach ya
And fuck the haters, probably never love their mamas neither
Old bitter-ass sit around in middle class homes
With computers on hatin' on the newest song
While you was browsin', I was takin' out them student loans
Tryna do this shit better than the niggas we grew up on
Name a fuckin' song I ain't threw up on
Talk is cheap, it's like y'all grew up in a Jewish home
Hah, pardon the stereotype
But y'all giving me mixed feelings like I married a white woman
One minute I'm overrated, next minute I'm the savior
You hate it before you played it, I already forgave ya
For bullshitting, and that nigga Cole spitting that real
Wrote this line on a plane got flown straight from the Ville
To Miami, where the same time last year
I was broker than you, I just wanna make that clear
'Cause now I'm dealing with money I've never seen before
And R&B bitches want me, that was just dreams before
Now do I give into the temptation I'm facing?
The thought of losing a good woman keep me from chasing
But I'm just a man, at time's the timing is wrong
Plus my dick is like a man with a mind of it's own
But I'm tryna be strong, remind myself she ain't about shit
These hoes the same, all that change is the outfit
Looking for cheese on some mouse shit
Suck a nigga, fuck a nigga, then go run their mouth quick
Rappers took a vacation I came over to house sit
You want change, this that between the seats in your couch shit
The fuck you thought, I lost it?
All that flame on my name would get exhausted
Au contraire, my nigga, they're all ears
Sit back, enjoy the ride it's finna be a long year, yeah
It's finna be a long year, yeah
I know you feel that
The tingle in your spine, don't conceal that
Don't conceal that
This exactly what you thought, somebody bought the real back
Hey
Enchanted lyrics - J. Cole (feat. Omen)
[J. Cole:]
Yeah, this is where the
Yeah, this is where the fathers ain't livin', least not with us
Might see 'em 'round the city and won't even say "What's up"
When niggas play tough, won't even smile in mirrors
And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error
Just a small town nigga, big city hustle
Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell
These were our heroes, strictly for them zeros
For that Robert De Niro, niggas reload on them kilos, uh
Dodging them people, mad at myself 'cause
I done seen some things that I'd rather not tell
Shorty smoke crack and her boyfriend too
And sometimes, he touch her daughter how them boyfriends do
Pull up to the club where my boys went too
See that yellow tape and the boys in blue
A nigga on a stretcher, and though I never met you
I'm thinkin', "God bless you. The city tryna get you"
Man, don't let the city get you
Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler
If them bullets wet you, bet your mama need a tissue
Your face on the front of our shirts, screaming, "We miss you"
Come with me
Run quick see
What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?
Da da-da-da, da da da da
Come with me (Da-da, da-da, da-da)
Run quick see (Da-da da-da da-da)
What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?
Da da-da-da, da da da da
[Omen:]
Yeah, now see God, I know you only do what's best for me
But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny?
They're always tellin' me it's temporary
Then why it's feelin' like a cemetery? My dreams ain't got no obituaries
My city hurtin' and none of us well-equipped here
You heard me say I was ballin', I probably meant tears
I'm tryna get clear
I'm tryna quit fear, who wrote the scripts here?
These kids live their whole life just killing time
Running the race with no finish line
They tryna noose us with their ropes, but I'm finna climb
I think my foolish pride might become my suicide
But I ain't tryna go, no, baby
And through these lines and quotes you gotta find some hope
'Cause I ain't dying, my words gon' last forever
You can hold the treasure, look inside, see a diamond in my mind
I'm tired of seeing dope fiends wiping their nose clean
Is my neighborhood just a smokescreen?
I think I'm in the dungeon fam, I see low green
Sons raised by both queens but it's no kings
[J. Cole:]
Come with me
Run quick see
What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?
Da da-da-da, da da da da
Come with me (Da-da, da-da, da-da)
Run quick see (Da-da da-da da-da)
What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?
Da da-da-da, da da da da
It seems like niggas either feel you or they tryna kill you
I face the sky and hope that God ain't acting unfamiliar
You play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar
They tell me that it's God's will
I'm asking, "God, will ya heal a nigga from all this pain?"
Mama smokin' cocaine
As it rains out, am I to blame?
Try to stay sane
So I came outside where they rock with them thangs out
To clear my mind, the same time they blew that boy brains out
But will it change? It's like niggas is free
But our minds still in the chains, brothers killing each other
The blood spill, it's a shame, will it ever slow up?
A lot of niggas getting older, but they never grow up
And do their sons like their fathers did and never show up
No need to cry about it, just another episode of
Life, watch the whole season, nigga, no reruns
The devil out here buying souls, nigga, no refunds, huh
Man, don't let the city get you
Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler
If them bullets wet you, bet your mama need a tissue
Your face on the front of our shirts screaming, "We miss you"
Another day, another song
A mother prays, another gone
But still we play, like ain't nothing wrong
Like ain't nothing wrong, 'cause ain't nothing wrong
I'm not as fast, I'm not as tall
But before I pass, I gotta ball
I gotta ball, I gotta ball
Nigga, I gotta ball
Blow Up lyrics - J. Cole
Hey, this is a song for my haters
Yeah, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
Hey, this is a song for my haters
Hey, hey, y'all got me feeling like the greatest
Ha, bitch I'm about to blow up
Uh-huh, say what?
Bitch I'm about to blow up
Hey, I came up, I warmed up, the next up
Bitch I'm about to blow up
Huh, uh, now don't it sound legendary?
Live enough to resurrect the dead and buried
This for niggas who ain't satisfied with secondary
This for my sisters who ain't satisfied with secretary
Uh, I'm blowing up, and bitch, I'm still me
But what's the cost to live your dream, do you feel me?
Everything glittering ain't what you think it will be
Funny how money, chains, and whips make me feel free
I'm starring in this bitch, and yeah, I write the show
Fuck the haters, I'm headed to the place you like to go
They say, "What you fighting for?" The game is on life support
And Gary Coleman just passed, life is short
Bitch I'm about to blow up
Look I'm about to blow up
Yeah, got to the club early
Just to get in free and wait for hoes to show up
Heh, but now it's bottles at them tables
Bring the models boy, I'm 'bout to pour up
Uh-huh, you know what?
Huh, bitch I'm about to blow up (La)
Left side, left side, hey (La la la)
Right side, right side, uh-huh (La la la)
Left side, left side, hey (La la la)
Bitch I'm about to blow up (La la la)
Hey, this is a song for my haters
(Bitch I'm about to blow up)
Yeah, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
(Ha, said I'm about to blow up)
Hey, this is a song for my haters
(Uh-huh, bitch I'm about to blow up)
Hey, hey, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
Bitch I'm about to blow up
Mama say I should reconsider law school
That means I wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful
Hell naw, got a degree, but what that cost you?
You make a good salary just to pay Sallie Mae
That's real as ever, ducking bill collectors like Jehovah's witness
When they showed up at your door at Christmas
Was broke as dishes, tryna let it go
Hit the club, she drop it low, lower than my credit score
Account overdraft, what I got this debit for?
So much debt, it got me drinking, thinking "Bitch I better blow"
I better blow, these hoes ain't checking
For no nigga with no vehicle, you border like Mexico
Heh, hey baby girl, what it look like?
And where ya head at? And what ya cook like?
She said, "Where your bread at? Or what your whip like?
You ain't got one or the other, well brother, good night"
Bitch I'm about to blow up
Look I'm about to blow up
Yeah, got to the club early
Just to get in free and wait for hoes to show up
Heh, but now it's bottles at them tables
Bring the models boy, I'm 'bout to pour up
Uh-huh, you know what?
Huh, bitch I'm about to blow up (La)
Left side, left side, hey (La la la)
Right side, right side, uh-huh (La la la)
Left side, left side, hey (La la la)
Bitch I'm about to blow up (La la la)
Hey, this is a song for my haters
(Bitch I'm about to blow up)
Yeah, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
(Ha, said I'm about to blow up)
Hey, this is a song for my haters
(Look I'm about to blow up)
Hey, hey, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
Bitch I'm about to blow up
Praise God, it's hard to stay spiritual
How they got these niggas on the TV selling miracles?
You mean to tell me everything gon' be fine
If I call your hotline and pay $29.99? (Shit)
Well damn, why ain't you say so?
Take this check and ask God to multiply all my pesos
And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes
I saved her number just in case but now it's case closed
To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter
You'll never be me partner, so it don't fuckin' matter
You try to be and your career will see funerals
And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful
Then maybe you can blow up
And maybe you can blow up
Shit, but you know what?
For now, bitch I'm about to blow up
Higher lyrics - J. Cole
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one that I desire
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one
Hey, uh
What up girl? Tell me how you feelin'
You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling
If you got a man, do that nigga need a fill-in?
She said, "Looks kill and I'm tryna make a killin'"
And God willing, I'd be chilling on the boat nigga
Love is a gamble, I ain't dealin' with no broke nigga
Down in Miami with a super ho team
Tryna bag a brother with a Super Bowl ring
Oh, she down in Dallas at the All-Star game
Spittin' All-Star game
Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name, somethin' like James
Something like Wade, if you something like paid
You can fuck tonight, yeah, she sayin', "Fuck some nice Js
What about your life savings?" Won't spend her life slavin'
So she graduated, rich nigga wife training
And if you got money, man the head is amazing
Come here I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one that I desire
Come here I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one
What up girl? Tell me how you been
Ain't seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then
Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
But you done got thick on a nigga, goddamn
Hey now, I got a thing for you
It's been a long time comin', I should hang with you
'Cause see way back, I thought to fuck with you was impossible
Count your baby daddy's now, two and a possible
Uh, you still got it though, yeah, you still got it though
Girl your body lookin' like a fuckin' pot of gold
You got your mean little walk with the model pose
You got your hair did, you got designer clothes
You still got it though, yeah, you still got it though
You got your nails did, damn girl, you're on a roll
Do you give brains? Did you make the honor roll?
Don't worry bout your man baby, he ain't gotta know
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one that I desire
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one
Hey, I get bored so fast that they won't last
But girl you're special like I met you in the slow class
'Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far
My life is like a movie, would you be my co-star?
Like Halle Berry? Your old nigga act like a bitch, like Tyler Perry
You caught him down in Memphis cheating like Calipari
I see you like to stay up on your ESPN
If your mind is on sex, you must got ESP then
Had a crush on way back, I wasn't VIP then
But I was plotting on you, I really wish that I'd have got to know you
Before we grew up and I blew up with these Benjamins
That way I know for sure your love is really genuine
Is you my homie? Well show me what kind of friend you is
What if it's phony? Yeah only 'cause I can give you ends
Too late for turning back, fuck it, we continuing
Get your ass in that position I love to bend you in
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one that I desire
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one
In The Morning lyrics - J. Cole (feat. Drake)
[J. Cole:]
Baby, you summertime fine
I let you get on top, I be the underline, I'm
Tryna get beside you like the number nine, dime
You fine as hell
I guess I met you for a reason, only time can tell
But well, I'm wonderin' what type of shit you wantin'
Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman?
Would you drink with a nigga? Do you smoke weed?
Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing, I used to blow trees
Gettin' lifted, I quit but shit, I might get high with you
It's only fittin' 'cause I'm lookin' super fly with you
A flower, you are powerful, you do somethin' to me
'Cause girl, I caught the vibe like you threw somethin' to me
So I threw 'em back, now all my niggas hollerin', "Who was that?"
"Oh boy, she bad nigga, what you 'bout to do with that?"
I'm finna take you home, just sip a little Patron
Now we zonin', baby you so fine
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
The sun risin' while you moanin'
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
The sun risin' while you moanin'
[Drake:]
Uh, baby, you wintertime cold
The night is still young, drink that dinner wine slow
I'm tryna make the goosebumps on your inner thigh show
I'll let you beat me there as far as finish lines go
Yeah, and if you gotta leave for work
I'll be right here in the same bed that you left me in
I love thick women 'cause my aunt she rode equestrian
I used to go to the stables and get them kids to bet me
And I would always ride the stallions whenever she let me
I'm jokin', I mean that thing is pokin'
I mean you kinda like that girl that's in the US Open
I mean I got this hidden agenda that you provokin'
I got bath water that you can soak in, things I could do with lotion
Don't need a towel, we could dry off in the covers
And when you think you like it, I promise you gonna love it
Yeah, when lights comin' through the drapes and we both yawnin'
I roll over and ask if I can hit it in the mornin'
Yeah, can I hit it in the mornin'?
Yeah, can I hit it in the mornin'?
Yeah, the sun risin' while you moanin', baby
Can I hit it in the mornin', uh?
Can I hit it in the mornin', yeah?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
The sun risin' while you moanin'
[J. Cole:]
Hey, God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the woman that can hold Patron
God bless her homegirl that drove us home
No strings attached like a cordless phone
You see my intentions with you was clear
I'm learnin' not to judge a woman by the shit that she wear
Therefore you shouldn't judge a nigga off the shit that you hear
Get all defensive, apprehensive, all because my career
To be fair, I know we barely know each other and yeah
Somehow I wound up in your bed so where we headed from here?
Just say you're scared if you're scared
But if you through frontin', we can do somethin'
And you know just what I'm talkin' about
Tomorrow you'll be callin' out
'Cause tonight we gettin' right into the wee morn'
Cook a nigga breakfast after sex is like a reward
Then I go my own way, you think about me all day
That's just a warnin'
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
The sun risin' while you moanin'
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
The sun risin' while you moanin', yeah
2face lyrics - J. Cole
Hey, I got a dollar and a dream
It's all a nigga got so it's about that green
And I'm all up in that spot, hey
Yeah, the mental state of a young black genius conflicted
The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive
Money and clothes I done dreamed about
And all the hoes that I fiend about
Ay, tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I never had?
Waving gats instead of flags, the American Dream
Why do we cling to the villains, knowing they kill 'em?
My niggas high enough to swing from the ceiling
Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook
Filled with dreams, this is my hope book
Still the screams from little girls shot and killed fill my head on the daily
At times I question God, can you blame me? They can't tame me
My voice screech through the streets, I'm a beast on 'em
Oh no, he will not fold, you will not see a crease on him
He will not slip or lose his grip, they got them cleats on him
But never will he run unless you call police on him
One time, two times, three times
Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I'm throwin' up the peace sign
It's two sides to a nigga though
I said it's two sides to a nigga, yo
Ay look, sometimes I'm feeling high then I'm feeling low
Lord, will I die? Will I survive? Let a nigga know
You say you know me but what side did you get to know?
It's two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo
Yeah, some pussy niggas pulled out on me and my mans
Wasn't for the pistol, we drop 'em right where he stands
But still we never ran, foolish pride made us stand right there
Not understanding we could lose our life there
And then it hit us, thinking 'bout the close calls from long distance
Uh, as little niggas in the 'Ville, we was tripping
Type of nosy ass niggas to watch the fight until it's over
They ran when the gats came out, I moved closer
Foolish, what was I thinking? Wasn't trying to be cool, it's
Just the thrill of the danger, get so filled up with anger
When a stranger get to violating
He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch I'll annihilate him
I'm tired of waiting on my ticket out this mo-fucker
Hope they don't kill me before I get up out this mo-fucker
I gotta go, now can I be that nigga I thought I was? I gotta know
Will I make it like I thought I would? I gotta blow
One time, two times, three times
Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I'm throwin' up the peace sign
It's two sides to a nigga though
I said it's two sides to a nigga, yo
Ay look, sometimes I'm feeling high then I'm feeling low
Lord, will I die? Will I survive? Let a nigga know
You say you know me but what side did you get to know?
It's two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo
Yeah, I seen Heaven, seen Hell, the two faces of the Ville
One side dreams, the other side's real
One side schemes, the other side deals
What the pain brings, another mother cry still
Why the fuck am I here, God?
That nigga died, why the fuck am I still alive?
I feel ashamed 'cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me
And all I seem to focus on is all this stress on me
Blessed homie, we breathin', cold world got me sneezing
Wrote this when I was broke, so hey, I guess we even
Throwin' blows, fighting demons, tryna stop from bustin' semen
In an unfamiliar bitch, I know my niggas feel this shit
How could I fuck her raw? And I just met the ho
My dick took over, it ain't never felt this wet before
I'm stressing in my mind but its way to late to stop it
Make this shit so bad, I had a condom in my pocket
Let's change the topic, before I go berserk, I'm so alert
Riding down 95, nah, I ain't finna to go to work
I'm headed back home, ain't staying that long
I'm chasing dreams shorty, I'm paying back loans
I'm paying dues that a nigga paying tax on
I'm tryna blow like a nigga playing saxophone
I'm playing daddy to another nigga daughter
Don't worry, even Jesus never saw his real father
It don't bother me at all though
Yeah, say it don't bother me at all
They got me thinking 'bout my mom though
Man, I can't wait to sing this song
I'll be like, I'll be like
Hey, don't cry, hey, oh no
'Cause we ain't gotta worry 'bout the money no more
We ain't gotta worry 'bout how the bills get paid
We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed
Don't cry, hey, oh no
'Cause we ain't gotta worry 'bout the money no more
We ain't gotta worry 'bout how them bills get paid
We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed
Hey, hey, hey
The Autograph lyrics - J. Cole
Just turn the beat down just a little bit
Hey, yeah
They say anything's possible
You gotta dream like you never seen obstacles
Chasing obscene profits so we ain't stopping for the red lights
Look in my rear view, all I see is niggas' headlights
Catch me if you can ho, they try and sack me and I scramble
Look up in the sky you'll see exactly where I am bo
Hey, don't you see me man?
Making my wishes come true with no genie man
I got the keys to my beamer with no Beenie Man
I'm on these rich niggas' ass, no bikini man
I bring the real to the day the Lord free me man
Never imagined that the kids would want to be me man
Ay, could it be I give the hopeless broke kids hope?
Caught me walking through the mall, looking like he seen a ghost
Simply had to approach, "What's up, young blood?"
Ay, ain't it strange?
A year ago today, my nigga, I was counting change
Yeah, hopping trains up in New York City
Know I gotta thank God, 'cause if you weren't with me
Then I surely woulda died, you can throw the fork in me
This my New Year's resolution, dog, no more pork in me
Uh, I ain't no Muslim though
Caron Butler, I'm a wizard if ya doesn't know
It's Young Simba, yeah, I'm ballin' 'til the buzzer blow
You's tryna kick the shit I kick, man you gon' stub your toe
Boy that's just how tough I go, see this is my light work
This shit y'all callin' "classic", I be like, "That might work"
Want you to feel something new, that's how a dyke work
They ask me 'bout pressure, they want to see my pipe burst
Not tonight nigga
Ay, not tonight nigga
Yeah, hey
Man, man, hey
Man, I rap so vicious but I talk so politely
Never met a baby momma momma who don't like me
Met a couple baby fathers though that wanna fight me
I hit it 'til she snooze like the news nigga, nightly
Send her back to you when she no longer excites me
Now she bitter with this nigga 'cause he ain't quite me
One thing's for certain baby girl, you are a wifey
Two things for fucking sure, I am not the husband though
So run back to him while you still can
He sticking with his wife and kid, yeah, that's a real man
I was ashamed all along and I still am
We let the lust interrupt something real, damn
Well girl we grown so you gotta play your own position
I wouldn't say that you a ho, just made a ho decision
And you can blame it on the liquor like a prohibition
We both know that's what you wanted girl, I know you listenin'
Hey
Girl, I know you listenin'
Uh, I know you listenin'
Hey, yeah
Shout-out to the bootleggers who supply my shit
The fans online tryna find my shit
And to them niggas listening but won't buy my shit
Then catch me in the street and wanna ride my dick
Y'all niggas is the worst, see me
Like, "J. Cole homie, could you sign my burnt CD?"
Nigga please, a album ten dollars, you act like it's ten Gs
This food for thought cost the same as two No. 3s
So at ease with that broke shit
We all tryna get a dollar boy, no shit
You know I feel your pain, therefore I slang this hope shit
And give you lines that you rewind and think, "Oh shit"
These rappers talk a lot of money, cars and hoes shit
I give you that and then a whole lot more shit
That "got rich and still rapping like I'm poor" shit
You niggas think you know shit, man you don't know shit
Ho bitch
Yeah, Cole, bitch
Uh, J. Cole, nigga
Hey
Best Friend lyrics - J. Cole
I see your homegirl tryna sway you
How you figure I would play you
Would you look at that?
The same one that caught her nigga with some freak
All in her sheets left for a week
Then what she do? Double back
Now I know we far from perfect
But I feel like this is worth it, do you disagree with that?
If not then holler back
Hey and tell ya girl you'll call her back
My best friend say, she sick of me, crying on the phone
Telling how her man dogging me
My best friend say, don't tell her nothing 'bout me and you
'Cause she ain't showing me no sympathy
My best friend say, if she was me, she woulda let ya go
Home a long time ago
My best friend say
My best friend say
I'll be there, I'll still be there for you
In time of need
You can lean on me
Come on, come on
I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
In time of need
You can lean on me
Come on, come on
I'll be there for you
Now, now, now, now, know we be arguing
But ain't you riding with me?
We breaking, up we making up
Like Dwayne Wayne and Whitley
You throw things, you broke things
Use both hands and hit me
And right when you call the law
I'll tell my boy to come get me
Then you, then you start listening
To friends, and then it gets tricky
They try to tell you leave, but this love is real sticky
So you ignore the hickeys, the pics of chicks in their Vickies
That they sent me, is that real love
You're the only one that I will love
Damn, damn
My best friend says
I can stay with her
At her house, no doubt, anytime I like
My best friend says
Don't let you in my life 'cause you don't do for me and you don't act right
My best friend says
If she was me, she would let you go a long, long time ago
My best friend says, my best friend says
I'll still be there for you
In time of need
You can lean on me
Come on, come on
I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
In time of need
You can lean on me
Come on, come on
I'll be there for you
Girl I can see it in your eyes
How you feeling? Let me know what's on your mind
We've been together for a long long time
Hey, girl I can see it in your eyes
I know to you it feel like I'm never around
'Round, 'round, 'round
But if you leave me then who else gon' hold me down?
Hey, hey, hey
Cost Me A Lot lyrics - J. Cole
What can I do?
It's cost me a lot
It's cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here nigga)
It's cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here?)
(Shit homie) It's cost me a lot (Shit homie)
It's cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here nigga)
It's cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here?)
It's cost me a lot (Hey)
It's cost me a lot (Hey)
Just one of them days, a nigga feel like flossin'
A Stone Cold Stunner, bitch, I'm Steve Austin
Cool as Drew Brees, I'm blowin' a few Gs
Just to hear them hoes say he's awesome
He's awful, yeah remember when ya fronted on me
Pulled up beside me in that big body and stunted on me
Or when the bouncer just announced that it was bottle service only
Then he kicked me out the line, yeah he punted on me
Well look, I'm back, bitch, back with an attitude
Buyin' out the bar, 'cause I feel like this the shit I gotta prove
Last year the cashier told me my card was not approved
Now I'm tippin' the server a hundred to show my gratitude
Easy, told you I'd be back baby, I guess you ain't believe me
Now I'm living just like the niggas you see on TV
VIP feel like this club oughta thank me
I hit the bar so y'all can see me ballin', HD
It's cost me a lot
Big chains, big whips with wood grain
It's cost me a lot
My God, watch make momma think someone might rob
It's cost me a lot
Fast life and 'til the gas light
Copped the type of shit you couldn't get at half price
It's cost me a lot
Look but don't touch motherfucker, think twice
It's cost me a lot
Now I don't love no material things
But I'm in love with the feelings they bring
I got 'em like damn, how, how, how he do that
Damn, how, how, how, how he do that
Now I don't love no material things
But I'm in love with the feelings they bring
I got 'em like damn, how, how, how he do that
Damn, how, how, how, how he do that
Knee deep in the game, my chain heavy
Somebody get the pilot and ask is the plane ready
To handle all the weight on my shoulders we takin' off
Don't wanna meet Aaliyah but yet I can't take it off
'Cause how I'm supposed to shine without the proper bling
Remember when I did a show with Waka Flocka Flame
Felt naked 'cause the boy rocked about a thousand chains
Guess we rock a lot of ice 'cause we got a lot of pain
That's five hundred years of swellin', I'm tryna tell 'em
Jacob the Jeweler is cooler now that he a felon
Jay put a stamp on the nigga but wouldn't mail him
If he couldn't sell him, so what that tell him, huh?
My chain heavy and my bitches look very thorough
Must be the money like Deion with the Jheri curl
White Range, call that motherfucker Larry Bird
I got 'em hangin' on every word
It's cost me a lot
Big chains, big whips with wood grain
It's cost me a lot
My God, watch make momma think someone might rob
It's cost me a lot
Fast life and 'til the gas light
Copped the type of shit you couldn't get at half price
It's cost me a lot
Look but don't touch motherfucker, think twice
It's cost me a lot
Now I don't love no material things
But I'm in love with the feelings they bring
I got 'em like damn, how, how, how he do that
Damn, how, how, how, how he do that
Now I don't love no material things
But I'm in love with the feelings they bring
I got 'em like damn, how, how, how he do that
Damn, how, how, how, how he do that
Premeditated Murder lyrics - J. Cole
Yeah, am I changing right before your eyes? Huh
Becoming someone you don't recognize
As if I was disguised, I'm on that shit as if I was the flies
I'm touching skies, no puffing lye
Man these songs that I made in my bedroom and shit
Gon' finally give a nigga leg room in the whip
From a Civic to a 7, must've died and went to heaven
Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend
You see I promised that I'd never change
But that was way before I made the dough and met the game
Say hello to Miss Thang, I forgot yo name, she yellow
And even white women want a nigga, Othello
I'm balling with nuggets, like fuck it I'm Carmelo
Now the crib got much rooms, Portobello
She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow
I sit your ass down like you was playing a cello
See, you niggas hated and I levitated further
Knew I would kill the game, premeditated murder
So if it comes down, may the best man win
No sweat like a headband then, nigga
Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen
You know it can't get no better for me
No, it can't get no better for me
Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen
You know it can't get no better for me
No, it can't get no better for me
I'm 'a kill the game and invite witnesses
No death penalty, I'm giving life sentences
Like keep grinding boy, your life can change in one year
And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere
Yeah, look here I paid dues
My own worst enemy so fuck it, either way I can't lose
808's so my south niggas feel me
Light-skinned it so the house niggas feel me
She catch me creeping out your house she'll kill me
Is it worth it for what's under that blouse?
My heart'll turn pitch black and cold if I split with my girl
If I could gift-wrap the globe, I'd give you the world
But, do you love me like you used to?
Even though I ain't that nigga that you're used to
Remember back when I was broke? You would fix me
Do you prefer the broke me or the rich me?
The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal
And now I pay for everything, how you feel?
Mixed feelings 'cause now all the chicks feeling him
You gotta adapt though, I'm never going back
Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen
Hey, you know it can't get no better for me
No, it can't get no better for me
Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen
Hey, you know it can't get no better for me
No, it can't get no better for me
I can't keep running away
I can't keep running away
I swear I'm coming back one day
Hey
What if I'm wrong
And I ain't got what it takes
Then all them people that was counting on me
Boy won't you climb down the mountain for me
Hey, hey, hey, alright
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
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
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