Yeah
Almost
Almost
Hmm, 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
This is your moment
Damn, this 'posed to be your moment, ain't it?
This 'posed to be your moment
This 'posed to be your moment
This 'posed to be your moment
What good is being the one when you the only one that knows it?
J. Cole - Friday Night Lights Album Lyrics
J. Cole - Friday Night Lights Lyrics
Writer: Jermaine Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Too Deep For The Intro
Yeah
Hey
Yeah
Partially functional, half of me is comfortable
The other half is close to the cliff like Mrs. Huckstable
These boys got them holsters and clips they pack like Lunchables
Like white boys in grade school
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 just how 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
Who'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 will probably get her ass whooped
If this too deep for the intro I'll find another use
But just in case it's perfect let me introduce
Cole, Cole, Cole
If this too deep for the intro 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 I'll ass nigga who just so happened to stay in school
Still rap for hustlers and ma'f*ckers that hated school
Said that's for busters that heard my shit and I made it cool
This ain't to say that I'm gifted as if I'm Christmas shopping
I got gangsta niggas that lining up in that missions office
And possibly cause all the hoe niggas scrape
And I 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
Was it experience so nah I didn't wear it out
Always thought my first time would be with someone I cared about
But being a virgin was something to be embarrassed bout
I used to ask 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 blind
Till I got free from my momma 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 do hours on the team cause she seen how tall I'd be
In the club dappin' niggas, (?) R-I-P
Damn, you win some, you lose some
That just how it's happens
And if a nigga step up to ya, 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 viewed as clowns
At 14 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, than they can't shoot 'em down
Hey
Yeah
Partially functional, half of me is comfortable
The other half is close to the cliff like Mrs. Huckstable
These boys got them holsters and clips they pack like Lunchables
Like white boys in grade school
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 just how 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
Who'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 will probably get her ass whooped
If this too deep for the intro I'll find another use
But just in case it's perfect let me introduce
Cole, Cole, Cole
If this too deep for the intro 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 I'll ass nigga who just so happened to stay in school
Still rap for hustlers and ma'f*ckers that hated school
Said that's for busters that heard my shit and I made it cool
This ain't to say that I'm gifted as if I'm Christmas shopping
I got gangsta niggas that lining up in that missions office
And possibly cause all the hoe niggas scrape
And I 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
Was it experience so nah I didn't wear it out
Always thought my first time would be with someone I cared about
But being a virgin was something to be embarrassed bout
I used to ask 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 blind
Till I got free from my momma 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 do hours on the team cause she seen how tall I'd be
In the club dappin' niggas, (?) R-I-P
Damn, you win some, you lose some
That just how it's happens
And if a nigga step up to ya, 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 viewed as clowns
At 14 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, than they can't shoot 'em down
Writer: Erica Wright, James Dewitt Yancey, Philip Eugene Clendeninn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Before Im Gone
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 Purdy (pretty)
And all I gotta do is call once and she'll be all ready
Yeah buddy can't you tell I'm goin thru hell
I don't even open my mail
I'm in the shower with soap on the towel
I need cleansing
Bad bitches all on the prowl they need Benzes
Pussy niggas running they mouth but we ain't flinching
They names ain't even mentioned
I got dreams bigger then your whole team
You niggas so broke but yet somehow you seem so green
I guess it's envy, started with a penny now I'm getting plenty money
One time for the city, yeah
Two times for you
Hey
And one time for the city, hey
Two times for you
Look kid, it's raining outside boy
F*ck an umbrella, niggas banging outside boy
They guns dumb bell a nigga
Tired of telling niggas that's a cease rest in peace
We tired of only having just a peace
And f*ck policing, they killing niggas what's the reason
His daughter starving and she f*cking freezing
So no wonder why he f*cking squeezing
They out here bussin' leavin' niggas stuck in bleedin' on the flo'
Bullets wet you like a semen on a hoe
Breathing slow man I inhale
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
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
Phoney niggas until they are extinct, bitch I've been real
One time for the city, yea
Two times for you
Yea
And one time for the city, hey
Two times for you
Hey
The more 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 listen I'm paintin' pictures of hope
That boy in class embarrassed because he broke
Hopin' the day he won't be the butt of somebody's jokes
See me, I lived it all from dirt-poorin' and 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' ho's, was out hoopin'
Them niggas wasn't ballin' but yet they was foul shootin'
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
One time for the city, yea
Two times for you
Hey
And one time for the city, hey
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 gon' know our name
Ain't seen you smile in awhile
But I been dreamin' 'bout you
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 Purdy (pretty)
And all I gotta do is call once and she'll be all ready
Yeah buddy can't you tell I'm goin thru hell
I don't even open my mail
I'm in the shower with soap on the towel
I need cleansing
Bad bitches all on the prowl they need Benzes
Pussy niggas running they mouth but we ain't flinching
They names ain't even mentioned
I got dreams bigger then your whole team
You niggas so broke but yet somehow you seem so green
I guess it's envy, started with a penny now I'm getting plenty money
One time for the city, yeah
Two times for you
Hey
And one time for the city, hey
Two times for you
Look kid, it's raining outside boy
F*ck an umbrella, niggas banging outside boy
They guns dumb bell a nigga
Tired of telling niggas that's a cease rest in peace
We tired of only having just a peace
And f*ck policing, they killing niggas what's the reason
His daughter starving and she f*cking freezing
So no wonder why he f*cking squeezing
They out here bussin' leavin' niggas stuck in bleedin' on the flo'
Bullets wet you like a semen on a hoe
Breathing slow man I inhale
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
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
Phoney niggas until they are extinct, bitch I've been real
One time for the city, yea
Two times for you
Yea
And one time for the city, hey
Two times for you
Hey
The more 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 listen I'm paintin' pictures of hope
That boy in class embarrassed because he broke
Hopin' the day he won't be the butt of somebody's jokes
See me, I lived it all from dirt-poorin' and 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' ho's, was out hoopin'
Them niggas wasn't ballin' but yet they was foul shootin'
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
One time for the city, yea
Two times for you
Hey
And one time for the city, hey
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 gon' know our name
Ain't seen you smile in awhile
But I been dreamin' 'bout you
Writer: Jermaine Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Back To The Topic Freestyle
Yea, nigga
I'm gon ahead and murder this shit
Voice gone and shit,
I think it's gonna make it sound a lil, a lil I'll,
Just a lil iller
Yup, Fayettenam, nigga
Yea, Carolina blue kicks pedal to the medal
Feeling like a puppet and the devil is Geppetto
Letter to the ghetto, hold ya head high
You can pick apart my raps I ain't told ya, now lie
My word a little darker like a f*cking tan line
Go and look for a better nigga, girl you can't find
Fine young man with an old man mind,
No time for the chick who f*cked the whole mankind
Ah no mam, I'm an old land mime
I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time, now I'm on and I'm-
Fayettenams finest, Carolina saviour, marijuana blazer
Only on occasion cause my mind be racing
Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian
Thinking how these rap niggas got to be faking
Whole style obviously copied, pasted-plagiarized swag
May arrived last but when it's all said and done I'm a be ahead of them
Where did I describe? They prescribe a nigga medicine
Where did I be fly-I be higher than the Jet-e-sons
Moving on up, nigga higher than the Jeffersons
All about the Benjamin's, bad chicks send em' in!
Basic hoes toss em out! Can't even get waffle house
Hating niggas chalk em out! Go and get the coffin out
What chu talking bout? Little man,
My shit here burning you not even a little tan
I'm I'll enough to kill cancer, baby I'm Kemo
Down in Miami, and I'm throwed like Marino
Get a whole lot of you know, and she ball like an eagle.
No, not up top but down there,
She said she want to hop on top girl I don't care
You better get yours before I reach mines cause then I'm throwing peace signs
If you a freak I can take you to ya peak, girl I do it to the maxima-Nissan
And I hope you a believer
I'm quarterbacking trynna get cha open like receivers
Far from an overnight achievers, Cole is like the leader of the new niggas!
To tell the truth, I'm only f*cking with a few niggas, if that!
The rest of ya'll niggas get lap
I sit back, and reflect on the rap game I came from out of no where
Nigga, I swear those lames ain't know how to prepare
Got niggas shouting out "The Ville-I got to 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
Yea late at night, when I got the phone call and made here right
When my crib was strait ahead, shorty gave me head,
Hit then I quit it before 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 designer
I could give a f*ck long as there something that's behind her
Got the type of bump that make a dog want to hump her
Back to the topic, actually forgot it
Hoes, money, I'm the shit... oh yea I'm reminded
The way I put the words together cleverly align them
These other rap niggas shouldn't never be a problem
And I'm ghost!
Nigga, yea, let me hear that!
I'm gon ahead and murder this shit
Voice gone and shit,
I think it's gonna make it sound a lil, a lil I'll,
Just a lil iller
Yup, Fayettenam, nigga
Yea, Carolina blue kicks pedal to the medal
Feeling like a puppet and the devil is Geppetto
Letter to the ghetto, hold ya head high
You can pick apart my raps I ain't told ya, now lie
My word a little darker like a f*cking tan line
Go and look for a better nigga, girl you can't find
Fine young man with an old man mind,
No time for the chick who f*cked the whole mankind
Ah no mam, I'm an old land mime
I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time, now I'm on and I'm-
Fayettenams finest, Carolina saviour, marijuana blazer
Only on occasion cause my mind be racing
Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian
Thinking how these rap niggas got to be faking
Whole style obviously copied, pasted-plagiarized swag
May arrived last but when it's all said and done I'm a be ahead of them
Where did I describe? They prescribe a nigga medicine
Where did I be fly-I be higher than the Jet-e-sons
Moving on up, nigga higher than the Jeffersons
All about the Benjamin's, bad chicks send em' in!
Basic hoes toss em out! Can't even get waffle house
Hating niggas chalk em out! Go and get the coffin out
What chu talking bout? Little man,
My shit here burning you not even a little tan
I'm I'll enough to kill cancer, baby I'm Kemo
Down in Miami, and I'm throwed like Marino
Get a whole lot of you know, and she ball like an eagle.
No, not up top but down there,
She said she want to hop on top girl I don't care
You better get yours before I reach mines cause then I'm throwing peace signs
If you a freak I can take you to ya peak, girl I do it to the maxima-Nissan
And I hope you a believer
I'm quarterbacking trynna get cha open like receivers
Far from an overnight achievers, Cole is like the leader of the new niggas!
To tell the truth, I'm only f*cking with a few niggas, if that!
The rest of ya'll niggas get lap
I sit back, and reflect on the rap game I came from out of no where
Nigga, I swear those lames ain't know how to prepare
Got niggas shouting out "The Ville-I got to 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
Yea late at night, when I got the phone call and made here right
When my crib was strait ahead, shorty gave me head,
Hit then I quit it before 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 designer
I could give a f*ck long as there something that's behind her
Got the type of bump that make a dog want to hump her
Back to the topic, actually forgot it
Hoes, money, I'm the shit... oh yea I'm reminded
The way I put the words together cleverly align them
These other rap niggas shouldn't never be a problem
And I'm ghost!
Nigga, yea, let me hear that!
Writer: AION CLARKE, JERMAINE LAMARR COLE, LEROY WATSON, MARIO WINANS, MICHAEL JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
You Got It
[Chorus: J. Cole]
Hey, one time (one time)
One time (one time)
Aye throw your hands to the sky tonight
Cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right
And girl you damn 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)
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Hey Cole World, real cold World
I watch it hit the floor and watch it drop it real low girl
Last time I seen ya, you was a lil old girl
I had a crush now we grown and we still so thorough
Clap for her, work it till you exhausted
I swear nothing worse than a bad bitch that lost it
Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass
God damn your ex man is a dumb ass
When you was leaving, did he put up a fight?
Was he stressin' you, wasn't f*cking 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
It's whatever, you shine, I shine,
I know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9!
[Chorus: J. Cole]
And one time (one time)
One time (one time)
Aye throw your hands to the sky tonight
Cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right
And girl you damn 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)
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror
I'm picking through the cloud tryna see a little clearer
High heel wearer, hell of a body
First one to spot ya and I ain't telling nobody
Nope, I'm peaking at your ass, winking at your ass
If I don't beg I'll be thinking bout your ass
For the whole week, no time for cold feet
She too bad to pass, so fine I don't speak
I tell her my name Jermaine, I'm tryna be lowkey
She tell me I go tthat flame, your rhymes are so deep
Man, girl thank you,
Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you
Hold up for 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 ya so won't you throw me your phone number
And let them lames get ya old number
[Chorus: J. Cole]
And one time (one time)
One time (one time)
Aye throw your hands to the sky tonight
Cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right
And girl you damn 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!
[Verse 3: Wale]
Roc Nation, Wale
Look, Cole World, still a cold world
And a couple ya is cool but we a little more thorough
Whole town, a little more girls
You know I spit that sick shit and there's still no cure
Hold up, low packs like I got cancer
Choking on them white boys, nigga 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 flip my pole
You dig it, this shit ain't for beginners
I'm something like a fetus, I'm not quite kidd'n
And there's something you ain't seeing like I block your vision
Like my Remy with no juice, you a lot like Bishop
Hundred k in 22 hours
See money talks, you ma'f*ckers is Boomhower
No check back, in debt yep
Loud in my J, I smoking Galludet
Higher than I need to be, flyer cause I need to be
Love our conversation but it's late right now, I need a beat
One time for the Ville that Cole rep
Another time for the city of slow death
I don't understand why these niggas so vexed
I don't need no chains with no cross to know that I'm blessed
[Chorus: J. Cole]
And one time (one time)
One time (one time)
Aye throw your hands to the sky tonight
Cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right
And girl you damn 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, one time (one time)
One time (one time)
Aye throw your hands to the sky tonight
Cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right
And girl you damn 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)
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Hey Cole World, real cold World
I watch it hit the floor and watch it drop it real low girl
Last time I seen ya, you was a lil old girl
I had a crush now we grown and we still so thorough
Clap for her, work it till you exhausted
I swear nothing worse than a bad bitch that lost it
Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass
God damn your ex man is a dumb ass
When you was leaving, did he put up a fight?
Was he stressin' you, wasn't f*cking 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
It's whatever, you shine, I shine,
I know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9!
[Chorus: J. Cole]
And one time (one time)
One time (one time)
Aye throw your hands to the sky tonight
Cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right
And girl you damn 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)
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror
I'm picking through the cloud tryna see a little clearer
High heel wearer, hell of a body
First one to spot ya and I ain't telling nobody
Nope, I'm peaking at your ass, winking at your ass
If I don't beg I'll be thinking bout your ass
For the whole week, no time for cold feet
She too bad to pass, so fine I don't speak
I tell her my name Jermaine, I'm tryna be lowkey
She tell me I go tthat flame, your rhymes are so deep
Man, girl thank you,
Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you
Hold up for 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 ya so won't you throw me your phone number
And let them lames get ya old number
[Chorus: J. Cole]
And one time (one time)
One time (one time)
Aye throw your hands to the sky tonight
Cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right
And girl you damn 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!
[Verse 3: Wale]
Roc Nation, Wale
Look, Cole World, still a cold world
And a couple ya is cool but we a little more thorough
Whole town, a little more girls
You know I spit that sick shit and there's still no cure
Hold up, low packs like I got cancer
Choking on them white boys, nigga 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 flip my pole
You dig it, this shit ain't for beginners
I'm something like a fetus, I'm not quite kidd'n
And there's something you ain't seeing like I block your vision
Like my Remy with no juice, you a lot like Bishop
Hundred k in 22 hours
See money talks, you ma'f*ckers is Boomhower
No check back, in debt yep
Loud in my J, I smoking Galludet
Higher than I need to be, flyer cause I need to be
Love our conversation but it's late right now, I need a beat
One time for the Ville that Cole rep
Another time for the city of slow death
I don't understand why these niggas so vexed
I don't need no chains with no cross to know that I'm blessed
[Chorus: J. Cole]
And one time (one time)
One time (one time)
Aye throw your hands to the sky tonight
Cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right
And girl you damn 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)
Writer: WARREN FELDER, ELLE VARNER, MARLON WILLIAMS, MARCEL HALL, ANDREW WANSEL, JERMAINE COLE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Villematic
Yeah
Hey,
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, you 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 lil birdy told me on the low you got an Illmatic"
Nobody touching Nas nigga it's more like Villematic
Uh, these fayettnam tales be paying off well
What story is my audio theatre gon tell
I know my debut will ship, but is it gon sell?
I guess it's in God's hand's
I make the type of pieces that make Jesus say God damn
That's for your non-believers, I'm the truth only time will teach ya
And f*ck the haters probably never love they momma's neither
Old bitter-ass sit around in middle class
Homes with computers on hating on the newest song
While you was browsing I was taking out them student loans
Tryna to do this shit better than the niggas we grew up on
Name a f*cking song I ain't threw up on
Talk is cheap, it's like ya'll grew up in a Jewish home!
Pardon the stereotype
But ya'll giving me mixed feeling's like you married a white woman
One minute I'm over-rated, next minute I'm the saviour
You hate it before you played it, I already forgave ya
For bullshitttin' and the nigga Cole spittin' 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 RnB bitches want me, that was just dreams before
Now do I give in to the temptation I'm facin'
The thought of losing a good woman keep me from chasin'
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 trying to be strong, remind myself she ain't about shit
These hoes the same, all that change is the outfit
Looking for chesse on some mouse shit
Suck a nigga, f*ck a nigga, than go run they mouth quick
Rappers took a vacation I came over the house sit
You want change, this that "between the seats in your couch" shit
The f*ck you thought, I lost it
All that flame on my name would get exhausted
Au contraire my nigga they 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
Hey,
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, you 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 lil birdy told me on the low you got an Illmatic"
Nobody touching Nas nigga it's more like Villematic
Uh, these fayettnam tales be paying off well
What story is my audio theatre gon tell
I know my debut will ship, but is it gon sell?
I guess it's in God's hand's
I make the type of pieces that make Jesus say God damn
That's for your non-believers, I'm the truth only time will teach ya
And f*ck the haters probably never love they momma's neither
Old bitter-ass sit around in middle class
Homes with computers on hating on the newest song
While you was browsing I was taking out them student loans
Tryna to do this shit better than the niggas we grew up on
Name a f*cking song I ain't threw up on
Talk is cheap, it's like ya'll grew up in a Jewish home!
Pardon the stereotype
But ya'll giving me mixed feeling's like you married a white woman
One minute I'm over-rated, next minute I'm the saviour
You hate it before you played it, I already forgave ya
For bullshitttin' and the nigga Cole spittin' 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 RnB bitches want me, that was just dreams before
Now do I give in to the temptation I'm facin'
The thought of losing a good woman keep me from chasin'
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 trying to be strong, remind myself she ain't about shit
These hoes the same, all that change is the outfit
Looking for chesse on some mouse shit
Suck a nigga, f*ck a nigga, than go run they mouth quick
Rappers took a vacation I came over the house sit
You want change, this that "between the seats in your couch" shit
The f*ck you thought, I lost it
All that flame on my name would get exhausted
Au contraire my nigga they 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
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Enchanted
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Yea, this is where the
Yea, this is where the fathers ain't living
At least not with us
Might see em round the city and won't even say wassup
When niggas play tough, won't even smile in mirrors
And we learn to f*ck hoes off trial and error
Just a small time nigga, big city hustle
Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell
These were our heroes, strictly for them zero's
For that Robert Deniro, niggas reload on them kilo's
Dodgin them people,
Mad at myself cause I done seen some things that I'd rather not tell
Shawty smole crack and her boyfriend too
Sometimes he touch her daughter like them boyfriends do
Pull up to the club where the boys went too
See that yellow tape and the boys in blue
A nigga on a strecther and though I never met ya
I'm thinking God Bless ya, they city try and get ya
Man, don't let the city get ya
F*ck the horoscopes, know the ropes lke a wrestler
If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue
Your face on the front of our shirts saying we miss ya
(We miss ya)
[Hook: J. Cole]
Come with me,
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die
La dadada, la la la la
Come with me,
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die
La dadada, la la la la
[Verse 2: Omen]
Yea, let's see God
I know you only do what's best for me
But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny
They always tellin' me it's temporary
Than why it's feelling like a cemetary
My dreams ain't got no obituaries
My city hurting and none of us were equiped here
You heard me say I was ballin'
I probably make tears
I'm trying to get clear
I'm tryna quit fear
Who wrote the scripts here
These kids live there whole life just killing time
Running the race with no finish line
They tryna noose us with they ropes
But I'm tryna 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 you can see a diamond in my mind
I'm tired of seeing dope fiends, wiping they nose clean
Is my neighbourhood just a smoke screen
I think I'm in the [?] I see lo green
Sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings
(No kings, no kings)
[Hook: J. Cole]
Come with me,
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die
La dadada, la la la la
Come with me,
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die
La dadada, la la la la
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
It seems like niggas either feel ya or they try and kill ya
I face the sky and hope to 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
Iller a nigga from artist pain, momma smoking cocaine as it rains out
Am I to blame, try to stay sane so I came out-side
Where they rock with them thangs out
To clear my mind at the same time they blew that boys brains out
But will it change, it's like niggas is free but our minds still in the chains
Brothers killing eachother, the blood spill it's a shame
Will it ever slow up
Alot of niggas getting older but they never grow up
And do they son's like they fathers did and never show up
Don't even cry about it, just another episode of life
Watch the season nigga no re-runs
The devil buying soul's nigga no refunds
Man, don't let the city get ya
F*ck the horoscopes know the ropes like a wrestler
If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue
Your face on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya
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
Yea, this is where the
Yea, this is where the fathers ain't living
At least not with us
Might see em round the city and won't even say wassup
When niggas play tough, won't even smile in mirrors
And we learn to f*ck hoes off trial and error
Just a small time nigga, big city hustle
Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell
These were our heroes, strictly for them zero's
For that Robert Deniro, niggas reload on them kilo's
Dodgin them people,
Mad at myself cause I done seen some things that I'd rather not tell
Shawty smole crack and her boyfriend too
Sometimes he touch her daughter like them boyfriends do
Pull up to the club where the boys went too
See that yellow tape and the boys in blue
A nigga on a strecther and though I never met ya
I'm thinking God Bless ya, they city try and get ya
Man, don't let the city get ya
F*ck the horoscopes, know the ropes lke a wrestler
If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue
Your face on the front of our shirts saying we miss ya
(We miss ya)
[Hook: J. Cole]
Come with me,
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die
La dadada, la la la la
Come with me,
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die
La dadada, la la la la
[Verse 2: Omen]
Yea, let's see God
I know you only do what's best for me
But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny
They always tellin' me it's temporary
Than why it's feelling like a cemetary
My dreams ain't got no obituaries
My city hurting and none of us were equiped here
You heard me say I was ballin'
I probably make tears
I'm trying to get clear
I'm tryna quit fear
Who wrote the scripts here
These kids live there whole life just killing time
Running the race with no finish line
They tryna noose us with they ropes
But I'm tryna 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 you can see a diamond in my mind
I'm tired of seeing dope fiends, wiping they nose clean
Is my neighbourhood just a smoke screen
I think I'm in the [?] I see lo green
Sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings
(No kings, no kings)
[Hook: J. Cole]
Come with me,
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die
La dadada, la la la la
Come with me,
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die
La dadada, la la la la
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
It seems like niggas either feel ya or they try and kill ya
I face the sky and hope to 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
Iller a nigga from artist pain, momma smoking cocaine as it rains out
Am I to blame, try to stay sane so I came out-side
Where they rock with them thangs out
To clear my mind at the same time they blew that boys brains out
But will it change, it's like niggas is free but our minds still in the chains
Brothers killing eachother, the blood spill it's a shame
Will it ever slow up
Alot of niggas getting older but they never grow up
And do they son's like they fathers did and never show up
Don't even cry about it, just another episode of life
Watch the season nigga no re-runs
The devil buying soul's nigga no refunds
Man, don't let the city get ya
F*ck the horoscopes know the ropes like a wrestler
If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue
Your face on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya
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
Writer: Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © MISSING LINK MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © MISSING LINK MUSIC
Blow Up
Laaa la la laaaa
La la laaaa
[Chorus: J. Cole]
Hey, this is a song for my haters,
Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah
Hey, this is a song for my haters,
Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Haa, 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
Now don't it sound legendary
Live enough to ressurected 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 dreams, do you feel me?
Everything glittering ain't what you think it will be
Funny how money changed and whips make me feel free
I'm starring in this bitch and yeah I write the show
F*ck 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 a friend, wait for hoes to show up
Man, but now it's bottles at them tables, bring the models boy I'm about to po' up
Uh huh, you know what, bitch I'm about to blow up
Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)
La la laaaa (Right side right side ah ha)
Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)
La la laaaa (Bitch I'm about to blow up)
[Chorus: J. Cole]
Hey, this is a song for my haters (Bitch I'm about to blow up)
Yeah, you 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, look I'm about to blow up)
Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah
Yeah, bitch I'm about to blow up
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Momma said I should reconsider law school
That means I wear a suit and be a troop and feel awful
Hell naw, got a degree but what that cost you
You make a good salary just to pay Sally May
That's real as ever
Ducking bill collectors like Jehova'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
Summers dead 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
Hey baby girl what it look like
And where ya head at, and what ya cook like
She said where ya bread at, and what your whip like
You ain't got one or the other than 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 a friend, wait for hoes to show up
But now it's bottles at the tables bring the models, boy I'm about to po' up
Uh ha, you know what
Bitch I'm about to blow up
Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)
La la laaaa (Right side right side ah ha)
Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)
La la laaaa (Bitch I'm about to blow up)
[Chorus: J. Cole]
Hey, this is a song for my haters (Bitch I'm about to blow up)
Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah (Uh, said I'm about to blow up)
Hey, this is a song for my haters (Yeah, bitch I'm about to blow up)
Hey hey, you 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 shaking ass multiply all my pesos
And erase my number out the phone 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 f*cking matter
You try to be and your career will see funerals
And be you that's what it sounds, beautiful
Then maybe you could blow up
And maybe you could blow up
Shit but you know what
For now bitch I'm about to blow up
La la laaaa
[Chorus: J. Cole]
Hey, this is a song for my haters,
Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah
Hey, this is a song for my haters,
Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Haa, 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
Now don't it sound legendary
Live enough to ressurected 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 dreams, do you feel me?
Everything glittering ain't what you think it will be
Funny how money changed and whips make me feel free
I'm starring in this bitch and yeah I write the show
F*ck 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 a friend, wait for hoes to show up
Man, but now it's bottles at them tables, bring the models boy I'm about to po' up
Uh huh, you know what, bitch I'm about to blow up
Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)
La la laaaa (Right side right side ah ha)
Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)
La la laaaa (Bitch I'm about to blow up)
[Chorus: J. Cole]
Hey, this is a song for my haters (Bitch I'm about to blow up)
Yeah, you 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, look I'm about to blow up)
Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah
Yeah, bitch I'm about to blow up
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Momma said I should reconsider law school
That means I wear a suit and be a troop and feel awful
Hell naw, got a degree but what that cost you
You make a good salary just to pay Sally May
That's real as ever
Ducking bill collectors like Jehova'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
Summers dead 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
Hey baby girl what it look like
And where ya head at, and what ya cook like
She said where ya bread at, and what your whip like
You ain't got one or the other than 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 a friend, wait for hoes to show up
But now it's bottles at the tables bring the models, boy I'm about to po' up
Uh ha, you know what
Bitch I'm about to blow up
Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)
La la laaaa (Right side right side ah ha)
Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)
La la laaaa (Bitch I'm about to blow up)
[Chorus: J. Cole]
Hey, this is a song for my haters (Bitch I'm about to blow up)
Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah (Uh, said I'm about to blow up)
Hey, this is a song for my haters (Yeah, bitch I'm about to blow up)
Hey hey, you 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 shaking ass multiply all my pesos
And erase my number out the phone 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 f*cking matter
You try to be and your career will see funerals
And be you that's what it sounds, beautiful
Then maybe you could blow up
And maybe you could blow up
Shit but you know what
For now bitch I'm about to blow up
Writer: JAN AKKERMAN, JERMAINE A. COLE, JERMAINE L. COLE, T. THIJS VAN LEER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Higher
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' 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 fillin'
If you got a man, do that nigga need a fill in'
She said, looks kill and I'm tryna make a... killin'
God willin' I be chillin on a boat nigga
Love is a gamble, I ain't dealin' with no broke nigga
Down in Miami with a super whole 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, somethin' like Wade
If you something like K you can f*ck tonight
Yea she said, f*ck some nice Jay's,
What about you're life savings?
Won't spend her life slavin'
So she graduated rich nigga wife train
And if you got money; man the head is amaaazin'
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
What up girrl, tell me how you been?
Ain't seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then
Thought you was a cutie though yer booty mad thin
But chu done got thick on a nigga- GOT DAMN
Hey now I got a thang for you
It's been a long time comin' I should hang with chu
Cause see way back I thought to f*ck with you was impossible
Count you're baby daddy's, now 2 ain't impossible, uh
You still got it though, yea you still got it though
Girl your body lookin like a f*ckin' pot of gold
You got cha mean lil' walk with the model pose
You got cha hair did, you got designer clothes
You still got it though, yea you still got it though
You got cha nails did, damn girl you're on a roll
Do you give brains? Did you make the honor roll?
Don't worry bout cha 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 lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
I get so bored so fast that they won't last
But girl you're special like I met ya in a slow class
Cause yo ass got me feinin' for you so far
My life is like a movie would you be my co star, like Halle Berry
You're old nigga act like a bitch like Tyler Perry
You caught him down in Memphis cheatin like Kale Perry
I see you like to stay up on your ESPN
If you're mind is on sex, you must got ESP then
Had a crush on way back, I wasn't VIP then
But I was plottin on you
I really wished that I had got to know you
Before we grew up & I blew up with these Benjamines
That way I know fo sho, you're love is really genuine
Is you my homie go show me what kind of friend you is
What if it's phony and only cause I could give you ends
Too late for turnin' back f*ck it we continuin
Get cho 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 lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' 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 fillin'
If you got a man, do that nigga need a fill in'
She said, looks kill and I'm tryna make a... killin'
God willin' I be chillin on a boat nigga
Love is a gamble, I ain't dealin' with no broke nigga
Down in Miami with a super whole 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, somethin' like Wade
If you something like K you can f*ck tonight
Yea she said, f*ck some nice Jay's,
What about you're life savings?
Won't spend her life slavin'
So she graduated rich nigga wife train
And if you got money; man the head is amaaazin'
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
What up girrl, tell me how you been?
Ain't seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then
Thought you was a cutie though yer booty mad thin
But chu done got thick on a nigga- GOT DAMN
Hey now I got a thang for you
It's been a long time comin' I should hang with chu
Cause see way back I thought to f*ck with you was impossible
Count you're baby daddy's, now 2 ain't impossible, uh
You still got it though, yea you still got it though
Girl your body lookin like a f*ckin' pot of gold
You got cha mean lil' walk with the model pose
You got cha hair did, you got designer clothes
You still got it though, yea you still got it though
You got cha nails did, damn girl you're on a roll
Do you give brains? Did you make the honor roll?
Don't worry bout cha 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 lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
I get so bored so fast that they won't last
But girl you're special like I met ya in a slow class
Cause yo ass got me feinin' for you so far
My life is like a movie would you be my co star, like Halle Berry
You're old nigga act like a bitch like Tyler Perry
You caught him down in Memphis cheatin like Kale Perry
I see you like to stay up on your ESPN
If you're mind is on sex, you must got ESP then
Had a crush on way back, I wasn't VIP then
But I was plottin on you
I really wished that I had got to know you
Before we grew up & I blew up with these Benjamines
That way I know fo sho, you're love is really genuine
Is you my homie go show me what kind of friend you is
What if it's phony and only cause I could give you ends
Too late for turnin' back f*ck it we continuin
Get cho 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 lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
Writer: JERMAINE L. COLE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
In The Morning
Naw, I'm just, I'm just saying like,
I'm just trynna see you, you know what I'm saying?
What chu was, what chu was doing after this...
Naw, I stay not too far from here, like right down the street-
Yea like right, like right there
Uh
Baby you summertime fine,
I'll let you get on top, I'll be the underline
I'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime, you fine as hell
I guess I met you for a reason only time could tell, but well
I'm wondering what type of shit you on and
Do you like the finer things or are you a simple women?
Would you drink with a nigga, do you smoke weed?
Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, I used to blow tress, getting lifted
I quit the shit, I might get high with you
It's only fitting cause I'm looking super fly with you
I flower you, a powerful, you do something to me
Cause girl I caught the vibez like you threw something to me-so I threw em' back
Now all my niggaz hollering "who is that?
Oh boy she bad nigga, what chu bout to do with that? "
I'm finna take you home sip a little Patron now we zoning
Baby you so fine
Ay can I hit it I the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
The sun rising while you moaning
Can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
The sun rising while you moaning
The night is still young, drink that dinner wine slow
I'm trying to make the goose bumps 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 those kids to bet me
And I would always ride the stallions whenever she let me
I'm joking, I mean that thing is poking
I mean you kinda like that girl that's in the US Open
I mean I got this hidden agenda that you provoking
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 gon' love it
Yeah, when lights coming through the drapes and we both yawning
I roll over and ask if...
Can I hit it I the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
The sun rising while you moaning
Baby
So can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
Ay can I hit it in the morning?
The sun rising while you moaning
Hey, hey, God Bless the child that can hold his own
God Bless the woman that can hold patron
God Bless the homegirl that drove us home
No strings attached, like a cordless phone
You see my intentions with you is clear
I'm learning not to judge a woman by the shit that she wears
Therefore, you should'ntjudge a nigga off of 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 headin from here
Just say you're scared if you're scared but if you through and we can do somethin
And you know just what I'm talking about, tomorrow you'll be calling out
Cause tonight we getting right into the wee morn'
Cooking nigga breakfast after sex is like a reward
Then I go my way and you think about me all day, that's just a warning
And can I hit it I the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
The sun rising while you moaning
Can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
I'm just trynna see you, you know what I'm saying?
What chu was, what chu was doing after this...
Naw, I stay not too far from here, like right down the street-
Yea like right, like right there
Uh
Baby you summertime fine,
I'll let you get on top, I'll be the underline
I'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime, you fine as hell
I guess I met you for a reason only time could tell, but well
I'm wondering what type of shit you on and
Do you like the finer things or are you a simple women?
Would you drink with a nigga, do you smoke weed?
Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, I used to blow tress, getting lifted
I quit the shit, I might get high with you
It's only fitting cause I'm looking super fly with you
I flower you, a powerful, you do something to me
Cause girl I caught the vibez like you threw something to me-so I threw em' back
Now all my niggaz hollering "who is that?
Oh boy she bad nigga, what chu bout to do with that? "
I'm finna take you home sip a little Patron now we zoning
Baby you so fine
Ay can I hit it I the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
The sun rising while you moaning
Can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
The sun rising while you moaning
The night is still young, drink that dinner wine slow
I'm trying to make the goose bumps 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 those kids to bet me
And I would always ride the stallions whenever she let me
I'm joking, I mean that thing is poking
I mean you kinda like that girl that's in the US Open
I mean I got this hidden agenda that you provoking
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 gon' love it
Yeah, when lights coming through the drapes and we both yawning
I roll over and ask if...
Can I hit it I the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
The sun rising while you moaning
Baby
So can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
Ay can I hit it in the morning?
The sun rising while you moaning
Hey, hey, God Bless the child that can hold his own
God Bless the woman that can hold patron
God Bless the homegirl that drove us home
No strings attached, like a cordless phone
You see my intentions with you is clear
I'm learning not to judge a woman by the shit that she wears
Therefore, you should'ntjudge a nigga off of 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 headin from here
Just say you're scared if you're scared but if you through and we can do somethin
And you know just what I'm talking about, tomorrow you'll be calling out
Cause tonight we getting right into the wee morn'
Cooking nigga breakfast after sex is like a reward
Then I go my way and you think about me all day, that's just a warning
And can I hit it I the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
The sun rising while you moaning
Can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
Writer: Jermaine Cole, Aubrey Graham, Leslie Merceron, Xavier Smith, Writers Unknown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, MISSING LINK MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, MISSING LINK MUSIC
2face
[Intro:]
Hey I got a dolla in a dream
But it's all a nigga got so it's about that green
And I'm all up in that spot
Hey
[Verse 1:]
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 thinked about
Ey tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I neva had
Waving gats instead of flags the American dream
Why do we cling to the villians?
Knowing they killin'
My niggas high enough to swaing from the ceiling
Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook
Filled with dreams, this is my whole book
Still the screams from girls shot and killed fill my head on a daily
At times I question God can you blame me they can't tame me?
My voice screech through the street I'm a beast on em
Oh no he will not fold you will not see a priest on him
He will not slip or lose his grip they got them cleats on em
But never will he run unless you call police on em
[Chorus:]
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
Ey 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
[Verse 2:]
Yeah some pussy niggas put out on me and my mans
Wasn't for the pistol we drop em right there 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 the hit us, thinking bout the close calls from long distance
Ugh as lil niggas in the Ville we was trippin
Type of nose ass niggas to watching the fight until it's over
They ran when the gatts 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 wait on my ticket out this motherf*cka
Hope they don't kill me before I get up out this motherf*cka
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
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah I seen heaven, seen hell
The two faces of the Ville
One side dreams, the other sides real
One side schemes, the other side deals
What the pain brings another mother cry still
Why the f*ck am I here God?
That nigga died why the f*ck 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
Bless homie we breathin
Cold world got me sneezing
Wrote this when I was broke so hey I guess we even
Though it blows fighting demons trying to stop from bustin semen
In an unfamiliar bitch I know my niggas feel this shit
How could I f*ck her raw? And I just met the hoe
My dick took over it ain't never felt this wet before
I'm stressing in my mind but it's 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
Naw I ain't finna to go to work
I'm headed back home ain't staying that long
I'm chasing dreams shawty I'm paying back loans
I'm paying dues that a nigga paying tax on
I'm tryina blow like a nigga playing saxophone
I'm playing daddy to another niggas daughter
Don't worry even Jesus never saw his real father
I don't bother me at all though
Yeah say it don't bother me
They got me thinking bout my mom though
Man I can't wait to sing this song I be like, I be like
[Outro:]
Hey don't cry hey ohh no
We ain't gotta worry bout the money no more
We ain't gotta worry bout how them bill get paid
We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed
Hey don't cry hey ohh no
We ain't gotta worry bout the money no more
We ain't gotta worry bout how them bill get paid
We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed
Hey Hey Hey
Hey I got a dolla in a dream
But it's all a nigga got so it's about that green
And I'm all up in that spot
Hey
[Verse 1:]
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 thinked about
Ey tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I neva had
Waving gats instead of flags the American dream
Why do we cling to the villians?
Knowing they killin'
My niggas high enough to swaing from the ceiling
Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook
Filled with dreams, this is my whole book
Still the screams from girls shot and killed fill my head on a daily
At times I question God can you blame me they can't tame me?
My voice screech through the street I'm a beast on em
Oh no he will not fold you will not see a priest on him
He will not slip or lose his grip they got them cleats on em
But never will he run unless you call police on em
[Chorus:]
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
Ey 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
[Verse 2:]
Yeah some pussy niggas put out on me and my mans
Wasn't for the pistol we drop em right there 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 the hit us, thinking bout the close calls from long distance
Ugh as lil niggas in the Ville we was trippin
Type of nose ass niggas to watching the fight until it's over
They ran when the gatts 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 wait on my ticket out this motherf*cka
Hope they don't kill me before I get up out this motherf*cka
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
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah I seen heaven, seen hell
The two faces of the Ville
One side dreams, the other sides real
One side schemes, the other side deals
What the pain brings another mother cry still
Why the f*ck am I here God?
That nigga died why the f*ck 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
Bless homie we breathin
Cold world got me sneezing
Wrote this when I was broke so hey I guess we even
Though it blows fighting demons trying to stop from bustin semen
In an unfamiliar bitch I know my niggas feel this shit
How could I f*ck her raw? And I just met the hoe
My dick took over it ain't never felt this wet before
I'm stressing in my mind but it's 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
Naw I ain't finna to go to work
I'm headed back home ain't staying that long
I'm chasing dreams shawty I'm paying back loans
I'm paying dues that a nigga paying tax on
I'm tryina blow like a nigga playing saxophone
I'm playing daddy to another niggas daughter
Don't worry even Jesus never saw his real father
I don't bother me at all though
Yeah say it don't bother me
They got me thinking bout my mom though
Man I can't wait to sing this song I be like, I be like
[Outro:]
Hey don't cry hey ohh no
We ain't gotta worry bout the money no more
We ain't gotta worry bout how them bill get paid
We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed
Hey don't cry hey ohh no
We ain't gotta worry bout the money no more
We ain't gotta worry bout how them bill get paid
We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed
Hey Hey Hey
Writer: REGINALD PERRY, JERMAINE COLE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Autograph
They say anythings 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 hoe
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 Beanie 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 wanna be me man
Eh, could it be that I give the hopeless broke kids, hope
Caught me walking through the mall, looking like he seen a ghost
Silly head to approach, what's up young blood
Ain't it strange, a year ago today my nigga I was counting change
Yeah hopping trains up in New York city
Though I gotta thank God cause if you weren't with me
Than I surely woulda died
You can throw the fork in me
This my New Years resolution, dawg
No more Pork in me
Uh, I ain't no Muslim though
Caron butler I'm a wizard if he doesnt know
It's young Simba, I'm ballin' til the buzzer blow
You try and kick the shit I kick you gon stub your toe
Boy that's just how tough I go
See this is my life work
This shit you callin classic, I be like that might work
Want you to feel something new, that's how a dike work
And ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my pipe burst
Not tonight nigga
Not tonight nigga
Yeah, hey
Hey, 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 they wanna fight me
I hit her til she snooze, like the news nigga nightly
Send her back to you when she no longer excites me
No she bitter with this nigga
Cause he ain't quite me
One things for certain baby, girl you are a wifey
Two things for f*cking 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 interupt something real, damn
Girl we grown so you gotta play your own position
I wouldn't say that you a hoe, just made a hoe decision
Eh, you can blame it on the liquor like a prohibitions
We both know that's what you wanted girl
I know you listening
Hey
Girl I know you listening
Uh I know you listening
Hey, yeah
Shout out to the bootleggers who supply my shit
The fans online trying to find my shit
And to then-ggas listening but won't buy my shit
And catch me in the street wanna ride my dick
Y'all niggas is the worst, see me like
"J. Cole homie, can you sign my burnt CD"
Nigga please, an album ten dollars
You act like it's ten g's
This food for thought cost the same as 2 numbers three's
So at ease with that broke shit
We all tryna get a dollar boy, no shit
You know I feel ya pain, that's why 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 a whole lot more shit
Than got rich and still rapping like I'm poor shit
You niggas think you know shit, nigga you don't know shit
Hoe bitch!
Yeah, Cole Bitch!
J Cole nigga
Hey
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 hoe
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 Beanie 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 wanna be me man
Eh, could it be that I give the hopeless broke kids, hope
Caught me walking through the mall, looking like he seen a ghost
Silly head to approach, what's up young blood
Ain't it strange, a year ago today my nigga I was counting change
Yeah hopping trains up in New York city
Though I gotta thank God cause if you weren't with me
Than I surely woulda died
You can throw the fork in me
This my New Years resolution, dawg
No more Pork in me
Uh, I ain't no Muslim though
Caron butler I'm a wizard if he doesnt know
It's young Simba, I'm ballin' til the buzzer blow
You try and kick the shit I kick you gon stub your toe
Boy that's just how tough I go
See this is my life work
This shit you callin classic, I be like that might work
Want you to feel something new, that's how a dike work
And ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my pipe burst
Not tonight nigga
Not tonight nigga
Yeah, hey
Hey, 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 they wanna fight me
I hit her til she snooze, like the news nigga nightly
Send her back to you when she no longer excites me
No she bitter with this nigga
Cause he ain't quite me
One things for certain baby, girl you are a wifey
Two things for f*cking 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 interupt something real, damn
Girl we grown so you gotta play your own position
I wouldn't say that you a hoe, just made a hoe decision
Eh, you can blame it on the liquor like a prohibitions
We both know that's what you wanted girl
I know you listening
Hey
Girl I know you listening
Uh I know you listening
Hey, yeah
Shout out to the bootleggers who supply my shit
The fans online trying to find my shit
And to then-ggas listening but won't buy my shit
And catch me in the street wanna ride my dick
Y'all niggas is the worst, see me like
"J. Cole homie, can you sign my burnt CD"
Nigga please, an album ten dollars
You act like it's ten g's
This food for thought cost the same as 2 numbers three's
So at ease with that broke shit
We all tryna get a dollar boy, no shit
You know I feel ya pain, that's why 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 a whole lot more shit
Than got rich and still rapping like I'm poor shit
You niggas think you know shit, nigga you don't know shit
Hoe bitch!
Yeah, Cole Bitch!
J Cole nigga
Hey
Writer: Jermaine Cole, Chuck Sibit
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Best Friend
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
What she do, double back
Now I know we far from perfect
But I feel like this is perfect, do you disagree with that
If not then holla back
Hey and tell ya girl you'll call her back
[Chorus:]
My best friend say, she sick of me crying on the phone
Telling how man dogging me
My best friend say, don't tell her nothing bout him
Cause she ain't showing me no sympathy
My best say, if she was me, she woulda let ya go
A long long time ago
My best friend say
My best friend say
I'll be there, I'll still be there for you
Anytime of need
You can lean on me
Come on, come on
I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
Anytime of need
You can lean on me
Come on, come on
I'll be there for you
Now, now, now, know we be arguing
But ain't you riding with me
We breaking up we making up
Like Dwayne Wayne, and Whitney
You throw things, you broke things
Lyrics via killer hip hop dot com
Use both hands and hit me
And right when you call the law
I'll tell my boy to come get me
Then you, than 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 hickys, the pics of chicks and they vicky's
That they sent me, is that real love
You're the only one that I will love
Damn, damn
[Chorus:]
My Best friends say
I could stay with her
At her house, no doubt anytime I like
My best friends say
Don't let you in my life, cause you don't do for me
And you don't act right
My best friends say
If she was me, she'll let you go a long long time ago
My best friends say, my best friends say
I'll still be there for you
Anytime of need
You can lean on me
Come on, come on
I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
Anytime 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, who else gon hold me down
Hey, hey, hey, hey
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
What she do, double back
Now I know we far from perfect
But I feel like this is perfect, do you disagree with that
If not then holla back
Hey and tell ya girl you'll call her back
[Chorus:]
My best friend say, she sick of me crying on the phone
Telling how man dogging me
My best friend say, don't tell her nothing bout him
Cause she ain't showing me no sympathy
My best say, if she was me, she woulda let ya go
A long long time ago
My best friend say
My best friend say
I'll be there, I'll still be there for you
Anytime of need
You can lean on me
Come on, come on
I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
Anytime of need
You can lean on me
Come on, come on
I'll be there for you
Now, now, now, know we be arguing
But ain't you riding with me
We breaking up we making up
Like Dwayne Wayne, and Whitney
You throw things, you broke things
Lyrics via killer hip hop dot com
Use both hands and hit me
And right when you call the law
I'll tell my boy to come get me
Then you, than 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 hickys, the pics of chicks and they vicky's
That they sent me, is that real love
You're the only one that I will love
Damn, damn
[Chorus:]
My Best friends say
I could stay with her
At her house, no doubt anytime I like
My best friends say
Don't let you in my life, cause you don't do for me
And you don't act right
My best friends say
If she was me, she'll let you go a long long time ago
My best friends say, my best friends say
I'll still be there for you
Anytime of need
You can lean on me
Come on, come on
I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
Anytime 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, who else gon hold me down
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Writer: Jermaine Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Cost Me A Lot
What can I do
It's cost me a lot
It's cost me a lot
It's cost me a lot
It's cost me a lot
It's cost me a lot
Just one of them days
A nigga feel like flossin'
A Stone Cold Stunna, 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 feeling like this club oughta thank me
I hit the bar just so y'all can see I'm ballin', HD
It's cost me a lot
Big chains, big whips with wood grain
It's cost me a lot
My God, my watch make momma think someone might rob
It's cost me a lot
Fast life and till 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 motherf*cker, 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
Thats five hundred years of swellin', I'm tryna tell 'em
Jacob the Jeweler is cooler now 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 motherf*cka 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, my watch make momma think someone might rob
It's cost me a lot
Fast life and till 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 motherf*cker, think twice
It's cost me a lot
It's cost me a lot
It's cost me a lot
It's cost me a lot
It's cost me a lot
It's cost me a lot
Just one of them days
A nigga feel like flossin'
A Stone Cold Stunna, 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 feeling like this club oughta thank me
I hit the bar just so y'all can see I'm ballin', HD
It's cost me a lot
Big chains, big whips with wood grain
It's cost me a lot
My God, my watch make momma think someone might rob
It's cost me a lot
Fast life and till 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 motherf*cker, 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
Thats five hundred years of swellin', I'm tryna tell 'em
Jacob the Jeweler is cooler now 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 motherf*cka 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, my watch make momma think someone might rob
It's cost me a lot
Fast life and till 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 motherf*cker, think twice
It's cost me a lot
Writer: James Todd Smith, Derek Simmons, Dallas Austin, Quincy Jones, Willie Baker, Jerry Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Word Collections Publishing, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Word Collections Publishing, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Premeditated Murder
[Verse 1:]
Am I changing right before your eyes?
Becoming someone you don't recognize
As if I was disguised, I'm on that shit as if I was the Fly
I'm touchin' skies, no puffin' lie
Man these songs that I made in my bedroom and shit
Gon' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip
From a Civic to a Chevy must've died and went to heaven
Like a passenger on 9/11 - please go find a reverend
You see I promise 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 ballin' with nuggets, like f*ck it I'm Carmello
Now the crib got much room -Portobello
She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow
I sit yo ass down like you was playin' 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 head band
[Chorus:]
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
[Verse 2:]
I'm a kill the game and invite witnesses
No death penalty, I'm givin' out life sentences
Like keep grindin' boy, your life can change in one year
And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere
Yeah, look here I pay dues
My own worst enemy so f*ck it either way I can't lose
808's so my south niggas feel me
Light-skinned so the house niggas feel me
She catch me creepin' out your house she'll kill me
Is it worth it 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 would 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 feelin' him
You gotta adapt though never goin' back
[Chorus:]
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 can't keep running away
I can't keep running away
I swear I'm coming back today
But if I'm wrong
And I ain't got what it takes
Then all dem people that was counting on me
Boy won't you climb down the mountain for me
Am I changing right before your eyes?
Becoming someone you don't recognize
As if I was disguised, I'm on that shit as if I was the Fly
I'm touchin' skies, no puffin' lie
Man these songs that I made in my bedroom and shit
Gon' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip
From a Civic to a Chevy must've died and went to heaven
Like a passenger on 9/11 - please go find a reverend
You see I promise 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 ballin' with nuggets, like f*ck it I'm Carmello
Now the crib got much room -Portobello
She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow
I sit yo ass down like you was playin' 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 head band
[Chorus:]
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
[Verse 2:]
I'm a kill the game and invite witnesses
No death penalty, I'm givin' out life sentences
Like keep grindin' boy, your life can change in one year
And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere
Yeah, look here I pay dues
My own worst enemy so f*ck it either way I can't lose
808's so my south niggas feel me
Light-skinned so the house niggas feel me
She catch me creepin' out your house she'll kill me
Is it worth it 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 would 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 feelin' him
You gotta adapt though never goin' back
[Chorus:]
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 can't keep running away
I can't keep running away
I swear I'm coming back today
But if I'm wrong
And I ain't got what it takes
Then all dem people that was counting on me
Boy won't you climb down the mountain for me
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Home For The Holidays
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, holla at my partner he tellin' 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 they diplomas, damn
Gon' be some niggas missin' when you fly back
If you black, they sendin' 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 f*ck happened to you?
Used to beat niggas down at the buses after school
Now you lookin' like a motherf*ckin' fool
Said, "I'll be home for the holidays"
So when you see me, better holla 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 comin' home for the holidays (yeah)
Hey, this is a story 'bout some puppy love
But at the time, boy, I was feelin' 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 followin' the politics
But I still gotta holla 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" (ayy, I'll be home for the holidays)
So when you see me, better holla 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 comin' home for the holidays (yeah)
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
Tryin' 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 aid
Crushin' on the upperclassmen but it was too late
Buddy she was datin', yeah, he had the freshest shoes
But the nigga graduated and he never made two A's
Hey if you're listenin', we got in school
But who gon' pay our tuition, man?
These niggas crazy
One year cost 'bout same as a Mercedes
Four years cost wife, crib, and a baby
Ayy, maybe this ain't for me
Only if I could be LeBron and go straight to league
The worst part of growin' 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, ayy, would you think I'm crazy?
If I told you one day that I'ma 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" (I'm comin' home for the holidays)
So when you see me, better holla 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, I wish I could stay
But I'm comin' home for the holidays (yeah)
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, holla at my partner he tellin' 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 they diplomas, damn
Gon' be some niggas missin' when you fly back
If you black, they sendin' 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 f*ck happened to you?
Used to beat niggas down at the buses after school
Now you lookin' like a motherf*ckin' fool
Said, "I'll be home for the holidays"
So when you see me, better holla 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 comin' home for the holidays (yeah)
Hey, this is a story 'bout some puppy love
But at the time, boy, I was feelin' 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 followin' the politics
But I still gotta holla 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" (ayy, I'll be home for the holidays)
So when you see me, better holla 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 comin' home for the holidays (yeah)
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
Tryin' 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 aid
Crushin' on the upperclassmen but it was too late
Buddy she was datin', yeah, he had the freshest shoes
But the nigga graduated and he never made two A's
Hey if you're listenin', we got in school
But who gon' pay our tuition, man?
These niggas crazy
One year cost 'bout same as a Mercedes
Four years cost wife, crib, and a baby
Ayy, maybe this ain't for me
Only if I could be LeBron and go straight to league
The worst part of growin' 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, ayy, would you think I'm crazy?
If I told you one day that I'ma 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" (I'm comin' home for the holidays)
So when you see me, better holla 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, I wish I could stay
But I'm comin' home for the holidays (yeah)
Writer: Jermaine Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Love Me Not
Feel 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
[Verse 1:]
Hey, I know that this ain't nothing that you used to
Out of the ordinary, unusual
I know you had your whole life planed out
So to watch this pan out I know this shit gotta confuse you
I know you wonder why I had to choose you
Then 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 falme and never got cremated
I made it to the fame and never got too jaded
All them other couples we f*ck with, secretly hated
Flash forward it's been year, we're the only ones that made it
Shit remember I was straying from home
And where I wanna be was my favourite song
Sometimes I still be on my Donnell Jones
But I just can't leave you alone
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
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 don't please my ass
The shoe was on the other foot and you would leave my ass
It's true that, 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 I've been with ya you ain't used to do that
I loved you ass way before I knew you could wrap
The way you breaking my heart I should sue you for that
Calling 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 got the short end of the stick
Trying justify it, man we finna be rich
And some bad bitch I barely know sending me flix
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1:]
Hey, I know that this ain't nothing that you used to
Out of the ordinary, unusual
I know you had your whole life planed out
So to watch this pan out I know this shit gotta confuse you
I know you wonder why I had to choose you
Then 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 falme and never got cremated
I made it to the fame and never got too jaded
All them other couples we f*ck with, secretly hated
Flash forward it's been year, we're the only ones that made it
Shit remember I was straying from home
And where I wanna be was my favourite song
Sometimes I still be on my Donnell Jones
But I just can't leave you alone
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
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 don't please my ass
The shoe was on the other foot and you would leave my ass
It's true that, 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 I've been with ya you ain't used to do that
I loved you ass way before I knew you could wrap
The way you breaking my heart I should sue you for that
Calling 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 got the short end of the stick
Trying justify it, man we finna be rich
And some bad bitch I barely know sending me flix
[Chorus]
Writer: Jermaine Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
See World
[Verse 1:]
Gettin higher than the soul of little Shaniya,
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 cupholder, 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 f*ckin 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...
[Chorus:]
See World (See world, See world)
You're no good
See World (See world, See world)
You're no good
No matter how I hate flashbacks and rewinds
Can't escape the pain that's trapped in my mind
See World (See world, See world)
You're no good
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Yeah 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
Picture being broke with no pot to piss in
And then suddenly your idols is your competition
Used to be God to me, slowly losing my religion
As these notes from my composition turn the compositions thin
Put it out and hope the World sing
We 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 out heroes were some ass holes
Y'all don't hear me, maybe you had the World figured out wrong
When these niggas go from singing our songs to waiting on you
Bout a year later the same ones be hatin' on you
Every other record these rappers be faking on you
We singing songs but we know that ain't true
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 motherf*cker talkin bout "I stay true"
[Chorus]
Gettin higher than the soul of little Shaniya,
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 cupholder, 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 f*ckin 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...
[Chorus:]
See World (See world, See world)
You're no good
See World (See world, See world)
You're no good
No matter how I hate flashbacks and rewinds
Can't escape the pain that's trapped in my mind
See World (See world, See world)
You're no good
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Yeah 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
Picture being broke with no pot to piss in
And then suddenly your idols is your competition
Used to be God to me, slowly losing my religion
As these notes from my composition turn the compositions thin
Put it out and hope the World sing
We 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 out heroes were some ass holes
Y'all don't hear me, maybe you had the World figured out wrong
When these niggas go from singing our songs to waiting on you
Bout a year later the same ones be hatin' on you
Every other record these rappers be faking on you
We singing songs but we know that ain't true
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 motherf*cker talkin bout "I stay true"
[Chorus]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Farewell
Yeah, farewell
Hey, farewell
Alllmy niggas farewell
Fayettenam
Look, some niggas let there dirt out,
Some just keep it all in 'em
So when a man dies all his secrets go with him
And fame 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 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, overthink, say they know me, say I'm great
Say I'm phoney, I was fake
Say the things about me 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 discussing who I am
When they bury me just know I was nothing but a man
Wasn't nothin' but a man
This for niggas climbin' heavens stairwell
Yeah, hey farewell
Yeh, hey farewell
This for niggas climbin' heavens stairwell
I pray you farewell
I bid you farewell
Yeah, ey, 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 age 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 had to bury my ass
You know the cliche "lifes 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 mom chauffer
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
I swear I'm not gon change a thing
This for them niggas climbin' heavens stairwell
Yeah, hey farewell
I pray you niggas farewell
This for niggas climbin' heavens stairwell
Hey farewell, hey farewell
Yeah, farewell
Yeh
Hey, farewell
Alllmy niggas farewell
Fayettenam
Look, some niggas let there dirt out,
Some just keep it all in 'em
So when a man dies all his secrets go with him
And fame 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 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, overthink, say they know me, say I'm great
Say I'm phoney, I was fake
Say the things about me 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 discussing who I am
When they bury me just know I was nothing but a man
Wasn't nothin' but a man
This for niggas climbin' heavens stairwell
Yeah, hey farewell
Yeh, hey farewell
This for niggas climbin' heavens stairwell
I pray you farewell
I bid you farewell
Yeah, ey, 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 age 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 had to bury my ass
You know the cliche "lifes 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 mom chauffer
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
I swear I'm not gon change a thing
This for them niggas climbin' heavens stairwell
Yeah, hey farewell
I pray you niggas farewell
This for niggas climbin' heavens stairwell
Hey farewell, hey farewell
Yeah, farewell
Yeh
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Looking For Trouble
[Pusha T:]
Re-Up Gang Pusha
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it muthaf*cker
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 motherf*cker
[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 mutherf*cker)
bitch
I'm in, that no-smoke sec' rolling motherf*cking 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
f*ck 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 muthaf*cker
[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
f*cking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons
this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph's son
high as f*ck 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
f*ck 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
f*ck 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
Re-Up Gang Pusha
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it muthaf*cker
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 motherf*cker
[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 mutherf*cker)
bitch
I'm in, that no-smoke sec' rolling motherf*cking 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
f*ck 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 muthaf*cker
[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
f*cking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons
this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph's son
high as f*ck 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
f*ck 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
f*ck 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
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Friday Night Lights is the third official mixtape from Fayetteville, North Carolina rapper J. Cole. It was released on November 12, 2010. The mixtape was to originally be called Villematic and contain J. Cole's previous leaks and freestyles, however, Cole later stated it would have original material.
The mixtape became the second most searched and trending topics on Google and Twitter respectively following its release. Most songs on the mixtape were slated to be on his debut album at one point or another. The mixtape has been viewed over 4,470,000 times, streamed over 1,280,000 times, and downloaded over 1,700,000 times on mixtape site DatPiff.
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J. ColeThe mixtape became the second most searched and trending topics on Google and Twitter respectively following its release. Most songs on the mixtape were slated to be on his debut album at one point or another. The mixtape has been viewed over 4,470,000 times, streamed over 1,280,000 times, and downloaded over 1,700,000 times on mixtape site DatPiff.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Bink!, Bryan-Michael Cox, Carmelo Famouss, Elite, J. Cole, Kanye West, L&X Music, Mario Winans, Omen, Syience, Timbaland
Length: 77:41
Released: November 12th, 2010
Year: 2010