Yeah
You ever prayed for something your whole life?
I mean, all you dreamed about was this one thing
I mean, you know it's coming
You have faith and all that
But sometimes, sometimes you second-guess yourself
That's human nature I suppose, second-guessing
When life seems to take you through more downs than ups
Seems like it gives you more losses than wins
But do you stand tall and be bold
Or do you fold?
Do you believe?
See, me, I came a long way
Way too far for me to stop now
Not that I would stop anyways, but
I'm so close, I can feel it
Can you feel it?
Warm up
J. Cole - The Warm Up Album Lyrics
J. Cole - The Warm Up Lyrics
Writer: Jermaine L. Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Welcome
Yeah, hey!
Yeah, hey!
Fayattenam, yeah!
Bitch!
Yeah!
I'm sipping liquor for the pain, pouring liquor for the slain
Nothing else can do the trick like hard liquor to the brain
Fall victim to the game, all this money we spent
In my mind trynna figure where these twenty G's went
Maybe I should slow it down, maybe take the pace slow
Second thought I think I need to speed it up and make more
Time to build, lego, in the Ville laid low,
Counting days still waiting on that shit I prayed for
Am I ungrateful? Want it all so quick
Feel a vibrate-hold up, I got a call, old bitch
How she get my new shit? I swear this city too small
Type of chick won't take her shirt off cause her tities too small
I could give a damn girl, lift up that pretty blue bra
Now I'm in it deep, seeing just how pretty you are
And that kitty go hard. Lord, I'm up in that,
Got that type of kitty cat that make a nigga double back
Type of shit that make a nigga wanna fall in love with that
At the door with a towel on and nothing under that, saying Welcome
Hey, yeah
Yeah, welcome
Yeah, yeah
I let these words flow out, like water from a sprout
Like rain from the clouds, rush the pain from the crowds
Cause these words go deep, from my soul when I speak
Then the flows hits the souls of all those that I reach
If I die 'fore I wake, hope my songs live on
Will they miss me when I'm gone? - And if so, for how long?
So much shit is on my brain, try hard to maintain
Sit and analysis my thought sometimes and wonder if I'm sane
Man, it's hard to trust friends, when the paranoia blends
With the marijuana, wonder would this high ever end
Swear I never smoke again, ya'll niggas blow the weed,
Let me take another shot, Men this liquor is all I need
Just to put me in the zone, so far away from home
Nobody truly know me got me feeling so alone
They wonder what's on my mind, what's lingering in my dome
I tell em ain't nothing wrong,
I deal with it on my own
I deal with it on my own
I deal with it on my own nigga
Ya'll welcome
Yeah, hey!
Fayattenam, yeah!
Bitch!
Yeah!
I'm sipping liquor for the pain, pouring liquor for the slain
Nothing else can do the trick like hard liquor to the brain
Fall victim to the game, all this money we spent
In my mind trynna figure where these twenty G's went
Maybe I should slow it down, maybe take the pace slow
Second thought I think I need to speed it up and make more
Time to build, lego, in the Ville laid low,
Counting days still waiting on that shit I prayed for
Am I ungrateful? Want it all so quick
Feel a vibrate-hold up, I got a call, old bitch
How she get my new shit? I swear this city too small
Type of chick won't take her shirt off cause her tities too small
I could give a damn girl, lift up that pretty blue bra
Now I'm in it deep, seeing just how pretty you are
And that kitty go hard. Lord, I'm up in that,
Got that type of kitty cat that make a nigga double back
Type of shit that make a nigga wanna fall in love with that
At the door with a towel on and nothing under that, saying Welcome
Hey, yeah
Yeah, welcome
Yeah, yeah
I let these words flow out, like water from a sprout
Like rain from the clouds, rush the pain from the crowds
Cause these words go deep, from my soul when I speak
Then the flows hits the souls of all those that I reach
If I die 'fore I wake, hope my songs live on
Will they miss me when I'm gone? - And if so, for how long?
So much shit is on my brain, try hard to maintain
Sit and analysis my thought sometimes and wonder if I'm sane
Man, it's hard to trust friends, when the paranoia blends
With the marijuana, wonder would this high ever end
Swear I never smoke again, ya'll niggas blow the weed,
Let me take another shot, Men this liquor is all I need
Just to put me in the zone, so far away from home
Nobody truly know me got me feeling so alone
They wonder what's on my mind, what's lingering in my dome
I tell em ain't nothing wrong,
I deal with it on my own
I deal with it on my own
I deal with it on my own nigga
Ya'll welcome
Writer: WIWEK MAHABALI, JASON HARROW, JEFFREY CAMPBELL, IAN ALVAREZ, NICK VAN DE WALL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Can I Live
Yeah!
Pussy my passion, never been a fan of flashing
Probably cause I never could so if I had it, never would.
Then I got my first lil taste of paper, and I splurged
I guess it's just the nigga urge,
This is the Boondocks, I swear yo I'm like Huey mixed with Riley
Thursday I be trynna save the world, and then on Friday I hit the club
Hoping that my dick get rubbed by some fat asses
Niggas get to scraping then you hear the gats blasting Damn!
Older niggas ain't got no problems with me
My momma told me to speak like you got a college degree
You see I can, but I won't, plus I'm saying what I won't
Plus this slang that I speak don't change that I'm deep
That's the throat, on a certified freak, while she choke?
As we headed to the crib, yes I let her give me head
So she don't remember where I live, my game is tight,
Baby no need to bring pajamas, you ain't staying the night
No disrespect, I just say it polite
I drop her off before I sleep, I be praying for life
Like Hov said it can I live? (Can I live)
Aye dear Lord, can I live? (Can I live)
Hey!
Now am I Living to get paid just slaves for a wage (all week)
I can't do no 9 to 5 told my momma (sorry)
I can't do no suit and tie, no I want the (glory)
If you knew me know my life is like a movie starring me
Pardon me, if it seems that I'm following my dreams
I ain't reading off the script that they picked (for me)
I ain't pissed, naw could'nt give a shit (hardly)
I be shitting on them niggas that was shitting on me
Will I live or will I die before they get to know me
If I go I know the ones that's pouring liquor for me
And I know the fake niggas really hating on me
Knew that I was bout to blow so they was waiting on me
But Oh-no, Lord
See I'm smarter then they know-oh-oh
So hold on, Lord, cause I ain't quite ready to go-oh oh
Can I live?
Somebody told me that it's only one shot,
So I'll be God damn, If I'm ever gonna stop
Promise to my momma I'm a make it to the top
So I'm a keep climbing to my heartbeat drop
Like the phone when she heard the news
Her sister on the other line talkin' to her shoes
The only son, what a thing to lose
More blacks singing more blues
More niggas pouring more brews
Poor dude he was young like 21,
Straight up out that city that I'm from
A real smart nigga, but his niggas they was dumb
He ain't even get a chance to run
Before it landed in his lung
God, breath nigga.
His partner screaming don't you *** leave nigga!
Took off his shirt trynna stop the bleeding nigga, don't you go!
But his life fading slow
Did I tell my mom I love her, do she know?
Did I tell my baby sorry from befo'
Won't get to see my son grow
Lord I ain't ready to go
Can I live?
Can I live?
Dear Lord, can I live?
Can I live? Yea
Pussy my passion, never been a fan of flashing
Probably cause I never could so if I had it, never would.
Then I got my first lil taste of paper, and I splurged
I guess it's just the nigga urge,
This is the Boondocks, I swear yo I'm like Huey mixed with Riley
Thursday I be trynna save the world, and then on Friday I hit the club
Hoping that my dick get rubbed by some fat asses
Niggas get to scraping then you hear the gats blasting Damn!
Older niggas ain't got no problems with me
My momma told me to speak like you got a college degree
You see I can, but I won't, plus I'm saying what I won't
Plus this slang that I speak don't change that I'm deep
That's the throat, on a certified freak, while she choke?
As we headed to the crib, yes I let her give me head
So she don't remember where I live, my game is tight,
Baby no need to bring pajamas, you ain't staying the night
No disrespect, I just say it polite
I drop her off before I sleep, I be praying for life
Like Hov said it can I live? (Can I live)
Aye dear Lord, can I live? (Can I live)
Hey!
Now am I Living to get paid just slaves for a wage (all week)
I can't do no 9 to 5 told my momma (sorry)
I can't do no suit and tie, no I want the (glory)
If you knew me know my life is like a movie starring me
Pardon me, if it seems that I'm following my dreams
I ain't reading off the script that they picked (for me)
I ain't pissed, naw could'nt give a shit (hardly)
I be shitting on them niggas that was shitting on me
Will I live or will I die before they get to know me
If I go I know the ones that's pouring liquor for me
And I know the fake niggas really hating on me
Knew that I was bout to blow so they was waiting on me
But Oh-no, Lord
See I'm smarter then they know-oh-oh
So hold on, Lord, cause I ain't quite ready to go-oh oh
Can I live?
Somebody told me that it's only one shot,
So I'll be God damn, If I'm ever gonna stop
Promise to my momma I'm a make it to the top
So I'm a keep climbing to my heartbeat drop
Like the phone when she heard the news
Her sister on the other line talkin' to her shoes
The only son, what a thing to lose
More blacks singing more blues
More niggas pouring more brews
Poor dude he was young like 21,
Straight up out that city that I'm from
A real smart nigga, but his niggas they was dumb
He ain't even get a chance to run
Before it landed in his lung
God, breath nigga.
His partner screaming don't you *** leave nigga!
Took off his shirt trynna stop the bleeding nigga, don't you go!
But his life fading slow
Did I tell my mom I love her, do she know?
Did I tell my baby sorry from befo'
Won't get to see my son grow
Lord I ain't ready to go
Can I live?
Can I live?
Dear Lord, can I live?
Can I live? Yea
Writer: REGINALD PERRY, JERMAINE COLE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Grown Simba
Uh
Now I was dreaming bout a deal at the age of 13.
I was feignin for the meals, I ain't talkin Burger King.
Some of my niggas in the 'ville all they did was serve things.
F*ck scales, I had skills, all day rehearsing.
Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting.
All they wanted was some waves like they f*ckin surfin.
Hold up now, don't get it twisted I ain't hatin, do ya thing.
I was like a young Simba, couldn't wait to be the king.
Now a nigga is the prince.
Hopped over the fence where the grass way greener.
Look at Shorty ass way meaner.
Somethin like Sarina mixed with Trina have you seen her?
She fine enough to be Ms. Howard, word to Edina.
My money like a senior, watch it graduate.
Now it's time to eat, I'm lettin all my niggas grab a plate.
Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phonies.
These niggas heard about me now they actin like they know me.
Keep on sayin, where ya goin nigga.
Shit, it ain't no tellin.
(Huh yeah) Ey where ya goin nigga?
Ey, it ain't no tellin.
They keep on sayin where ya goin nigga, goin nigga?
Ey, it ain't no tellin.
Can't tell ya where I'm goin, just know I won't stop.
Good bye to the bottom, hello to the, top.
Pardon the interruption,
A proper introduction is necessary when
Your shit is legendary, man
Greedy niggas wouldn't let me in the cafeteria and.
Cause they ain't believe, suddenly they Presbyterian.
The hoes is librarians, they lookin me up.
She got a Jones like Marion, she lickin me up.
Then we cut, look at how she say my name.
I got her moanin J. Cole, they used to say Jermaine.
I never change, I'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet, shits deep.
I was low, just a dolla and some hope, fix me.
Cause I was broke, plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser.
Lord please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercer.
I'm a star, Converses conversin with them girls with them curves like cursive.
They open like curtains, cause my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio.
Same bitches used to play me though.
Now they yellin, where ya goin nigga.
Shit, it ain't no tellin.
(Huh, yeah) Ey where ya goin nigga.
Shit, it ain't no tellin.
(Yeah) They keep on sayin where ya goin nigga, goin nigga?
It ain't no tellin.
(Yeah) I can't tell ya where I'm goin, just know I won't stop.
Good bye to the bottom, hello to the, top.
I left the city for a minute, but it's still on my back.
Told my niggas, Ey I'm finna put the 'Ville on the map.
I'll be back, and I'm comin with a deal and a plaque.
Cause I'm I'll bitch, they couldn't make a pill for the rap.
Pourin liquor for my niggas that was kissin em back.
Came home, shit is real, niggas still in the trap.
Hold up now, don't get it twisted, if you slang do ya thang.
Me I'm like a young Simba, I can't wait to be the king.
Witness the dream.
Straight out that Carolina water I was brought up.
In the city where the skinny niggas tryin to be the ballers.
Ain't no fathers, but the skinny niggas tryin hit they daughters.
Sneakin in the crib, but her momma never caught us.
What they taught us, man them bad bitches only want the ballers.
To start us, we hoopin, now them hoes want to guard us.
Uh, ok so play D, know what I mean.
And I-I, I put ya on the team.
And this life is but a dream.
And I need a fast car, bad broads, fast forward, passport, I'm a f*ckin rap star.
Ey where ya goin nigga.
Shit, it ain't no tellin.
They say this life is but a dream.
Well I need a fast car, bad broads, fast forward, passport, I'm a f*ckin rap star.
Ey where ya goin nigga.
It ain't no tellin.
Now I was dreaming bout a deal at the age of 13.
I was feignin for the meals, I ain't talkin Burger King.
Some of my niggas in the 'ville all they did was serve things.
F*ck scales, I had skills, all day rehearsing.
Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting.
All they wanted was some waves like they f*ckin surfin.
Hold up now, don't get it twisted I ain't hatin, do ya thing.
I was like a young Simba, couldn't wait to be the king.
Now a nigga is the prince.
Hopped over the fence where the grass way greener.
Look at Shorty ass way meaner.
Somethin like Sarina mixed with Trina have you seen her?
She fine enough to be Ms. Howard, word to Edina.
My money like a senior, watch it graduate.
Now it's time to eat, I'm lettin all my niggas grab a plate.
Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phonies.
These niggas heard about me now they actin like they know me.
Keep on sayin, where ya goin nigga.
Shit, it ain't no tellin.
(Huh yeah) Ey where ya goin nigga?
Ey, it ain't no tellin.
They keep on sayin where ya goin nigga, goin nigga?
Ey, it ain't no tellin.
Can't tell ya where I'm goin, just know I won't stop.
Good bye to the bottom, hello to the, top.
Pardon the interruption,
A proper introduction is necessary when
Your shit is legendary, man
Greedy niggas wouldn't let me in the cafeteria and.
Cause they ain't believe, suddenly they Presbyterian.
The hoes is librarians, they lookin me up.
She got a Jones like Marion, she lickin me up.
Then we cut, look at how she say my name.
I got her moanin J. Cole, they used to say Jermaine.
I never change, I'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet, shits deep.
I was low, just a dolla and some hope, fix me.
Cause I was broke, plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser.
Lord please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercer.
I'm a star, Converses conversin with them girls with them curves like cursive.
They open like curtains, cause my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio.
Same bitches used to play me though.
Now they yellin, where ya goin nigga.
Shit, it ain't no tellin.
(Huh, yeah) Ey where ya goin nigga.
Shit, it ain't no tellin.
(Yeah) They keep on sayin where ya goin nigga, goin nigga?
It ain't no tellin.
(Yeah) I can't tell ya where I'm goin, just know I won't stop.
Good bye to the bottom, hello to the, top.
I left the city for a minute, but it's still on my back.
Told my niggas, Ey I'm finna put the 'Ville on the map.
I'll be back, and I'm comin with a deal and a plaque.
Cause I'm I'll bitch, they couldn't make a pill for the rap.
Pourin liquor for my niggas that was kissin em back.
Came home, shit is real, niggas still in the trap.
Hold up now, don't get it twisted, if you slang do ya thang.
Me I'm like a young Simba, I can't wait to be the king.
Witness the dream.
Straight out that Carolina water I was brought up.
In the city where the skinny niggas tryin to be the ballers.
Ain't no fathers, but the skinny niggas tryin hit they daughters.
Sneakin in the crib, but her momma never caught us.
What they taught us, man them bad bitches only want the ballers.
To start us, we hoopin, now them hoes want to guard us.
Uh, ok so play D, know what I mean.
And I-I, I put ya on the team.
And this life is but a dream.
And I need a fast car, bad broads, fast forward, passport, I'm a f*ckin rap star.
Ey where ya goin nigga.
Shit, it ain't no tellin.
They say this life is but a dream.
Well I need a fast car, bad broads, fast forward, passport, I'm a f*ckin rap star.
Ey where ya goin nigga.
It ain't no tellin.
Writer: Jermaine L. Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Just To Get By
"That was the warm up, that was the warm up
Baby aight, Elite, for real, one take, dawg
And I'm up outta here one, yup, yeah"
Lord, please forgive me for my sinning
I ain't saying that I'm finished
But I'm praying in advance
Cause the way her eyes glance like
They playing in my pants yeah, ball game
I swear the hoes wasn't in
My plans when a nigga
Took the chance and came to the big city
My beat machine the only f*cking
Thing I had with me like Bobby had Whitney
We was cooking up crack
But them fifteen credit's had
A nigga off track picture that
Best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes
The best bachelor since Bruce
Wayne with his bachelor's
But mastered this rap shit
You hear the words coming
From my lips bastards
I never crack, I got that Chapstick
I practiced till that shit
Made perfect and served
It to the people on a silver platter
Now where's the ladder?
Cause either you gonna whine or you
Climb I chose the latter
Know you haters is pissed
Hold your bladder though
'Fore you get tossed like a forward lateral
We never tattle, let God handle that
Or let the mob handle that
No Soprano, half black
Half white I'm a piano
I'm an animal, my video on Discovery Channel
I'm a beast when my shit hit's the streets
These niggas cease to exist
Like a beach in a tsunami
You'll find me in the 'Ville
In the state of NC
Bitch, if I ain't back home, I'm up in NYC
'Bout that money prob-ly like
A f*cking robbery but I ain't jacking
I'm chasing dreams sort of like jeans, boy
I ain't slacking
I'm chasing dreams sort of like jeans, boy
I ain't slacking
Hey, take a hard look at my drive nigga
No hacking on my shit
I'm straight smacking niggas
Straight tagging niggas
Yo, I freestyle and f*ck you niggas
Ya'll be wilding and I'm out
Baby aight, Elite, for real, one take, dawg
And I'm up outta here one, yup, yeah"
Lord, please forgive me for my sinning
I ain't saying that I'm finished
But I'm praying in advance
Cause the way her eyes glance like
They playing in my pants yeah, ball game
I swear the hoes wasn't in
My plans when a nigga
Took the chance and came to the big city
My beat machine the only f*cking
Thing I had with me like Bobby had Whitney
We was cooking up crack
But them fifteen credit's had
A nigga off track picture that
Best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes
The best bachelor since Bruce
Wayne with his bachelor's
But mastered this rap shit
You hear the words coming
From my lips bastards
I never crack, I got that Chapstick
I practiced till that shit
Made perfect and served
It to the people on a silver platter
Now where's the ladder?
Cause either you gonna whine or you
Climb I chose the latter
Know you haters is pissed
Hold your bladder though
'Fore you get tossed like a forward lateral
We never tattle, let God handle that
Or let the mob handle that
No Soprano, half black
Half white I'm a piano
I'm an animal, my video on Discovery Channel
I'm a beast when my shit hit's the streets
These niggas cease to exist
Like a beach in a tsunami
You'll find me in the 'Ville
In the state of NC
Bitch, if I ain't back home, I'm up in NYC
'Bout that money prob-ly like
A f*cking robbery but I ain't jacking
I'm chasing dreams sort of like jeans, boy
I ain't slacking
I'm chasing dreams sort of like jeans, boy
I ain't slacking
Hey, take a hard look at my drive nigga
No hacking on my shit
I'm straight smacking niggas
Straight tagging niggas
Yo, I freestyle and f*ck you niggas
Ya'll be wilding and I'm out
Writer: Nina Simone, Talib Kweli, Kanye West
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lights Please
Uh, yeah
Yeah, uh
I had this little bad thing something like them Tens,
She gave a nigga made brain something like the wiz
But you see the sad things f*ckin with her is,
Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch so I try to show her,
About the world and about just who we really are
And where we've come and how we still have to go really far,
Like baby look at how we lived broke on the boulevard
But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra
Then all I really want is for her to go down low
Before you know it she wet enough to get drowned slow
And all that deep shit I was previously down for
Replaced by freak shit I am currently down for
You see I peeped it pussy is power
That proud feeling we get knowing that pussy is ours
And how it, feels to feel that feeling you feeling when you be drilling that shit
Got her saying you be killing that shit
And all the pain the world cause she be healing that shit
And naw that ain't your girl dog you be feeling that shit
And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
But in the mean time it's lights please
Lights please, lights please, turn of the lights
For now everything just seem so right,
And how you make the darkness seem so bright,
Feeling like things goin be alright
Lights please, lights please, turn of the lights
For now everything just seem so right,
And how you make the darkness seem so bright,
Feeling like things goin be alright
Yeah uh
So now we in a hotel mirrors on the sealing
She said she wanna blow L's I hear her and I'm willing
But every time I smoke well a nigga mind gone,
So that every word I spoke well I'm tryna put her on but she couldn't hear me,
I told her all about how we have been living a lie
And that they love to see us all go to prison and die
Like baby look at how they show us on the tv screen,
But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans,
And all I really want is for her to get on top,
Before you know it she workin jerkin it nonstop
And all that neck shit I was previously talking
Is now that wet shit that I'm currently lost in
And while that sweat drip I am reminded
All the times my brother told me that pussy is blinded
I'm finding, the more I grow the more ya'll seem to stay the same,
Don't even know the rules but yet ya'll tryna play the game
And ain't a shame, for how niggas blame ho's for giving birth
To a baby that took two to make coward nigga you a fake
How u goin look in your sons face and turn back
Then go start another family dog, what type a shit is that
She said it's okay, rub my head and told me to relax
Laid a nigga down proper like she was recording tracks,
Said I know you wanna change the world but for the night please
Just reach over and hit the lights please
Lights please, lights please, turn of the lights
For now everything just seem so right,
And how you make the darkness seem so bright,
Feeling like things goin be alright
Lights please, lights please, turn of the lights
For now everything just seem so right,
And how you make the darkness seem so bright,
Feeling like things goin be alright
Yeah, uh
I had this little bad thing something like them Tens,
She gave a nigga made brain something like the wiz
But you see the sad things f*ckin with her is,
Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch so I try to show her,
About the world and about just who we really are
And where we've come and how we still have to go really far,
Like baby look at how we lived broke on the boulevard
But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra
Then all I really want is for her to go down low
Before you know it she wet enough to get drowned slow
And all that deep shit I was previously down for
Replaced by freak shit I am currently down for
You see I peeped it pussy is power
That proud feeling we get knowing that pussy is ours
And how it, feels to feel that feeling you feeling when you be drilling that shit
Got her saying you be killing that shit
And all the pain the world cause she be healing that shit
And naw that ain't your girl dog you be feeling that shit
And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
But in the mean time it's lights please
Lights please, lights please, turn of the lights
For now everything just seem so right,
And how you make the darkness seem so bright,
Feeling like things goin be alright
Lights please, lights please, turn of the lights
For now everything just seem so right,
And how you make the darkness seem so bright,
Feeling like things goin be alright
Yeah uh
So now we in a hotel mirrors on the sealing
She said she wanna blow L's I hear her and I'm willing
But every time I smoke well a nigga mind gone,
So that every word I spoke well I'm tryna put her on but she couldn't hear me,
I told her all about how we have been living a lie
And that they love to see us all go to prison and die
Like baby look at how they show us on the tv screen,
But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans,
And all I really want is for her to get on top,
Before you know it she workin jerkin it nonstop
And all that neck shit I was previously talking
Is now that wet shit that I'm currently lost in
And while that sweat drip I am reminded
All the times my brother told me that pussy is blinded
I'm finding, the more I grow the more ya'll seem to stay the same,
Don't even know the rules but yet ya'll tryna play the game
And ain't a shame, for how niggas blame ho's for giving birth
To a baby that took two to make coward nigga you a fake
How u goin look in your sons face and turn back
Then go start another family dog, what type a shit is that
She said it's okay, rub my head and told me to relax
Laid a nigga down proper like she was recording tracks,
Said I know you wanna change the world but for the night please
Just reach over and hit the lights please
Lights please, lights please, turn of the lights
For now everything just seem so right,
And how you make the darkness seem so bright,
Feeling like things goin be alright
Lights please, lights please, turn of the lights
For now everything just seem so right,
And how you make the darkness seem so bright,
Feeling like things goin be alright
Writer: JERMAINE A. COLE, JERMAINE L. COLE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Dead Presidents II
I'm out for presidents to represent me, yeah
I'm out for presidents to represent me, yeah (Yeah)
I'm out for presidents to represent me, yeah (Fayettenam)
I'm out for dead presidents f*ckin' to represent me
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish
My crew is fooless naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck - Instead
While these dudes beg for head, they got the game twisted,
Heavy traffic in this rap shit, look how my lane shifted,
Elevated my game, lifted my name, now these lame niggas could never get it
Like that bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it, my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it
So high if I dropped I would fall for 11 minutes
So yea, I operate on a higher plain, my thoughts take a higher train
It's dope, then you should know the suppliers name
It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo
And all these Jose Consacos wanna text-us like Waco
It's hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate yo
I'm in a league of my own so what the f*ck would I play for!?
Some next niggas almost slide in but didn't fit in
Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the f*ck is you kid-in?
These big weight niggas throwing their bid in
Try not to show stress, I guess the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my niggas we would get in but that ain't even half the battle
Stay behind like a shadow or you catapult
Not if I had a ladder or not even if I had a rope
I'd climb that motherf*cker to the top and never let it go!
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Yeah uh)
I'm out for presidents to represent me nigga!
I'm out for president to represent me, yea!
I'm out for dead f*ckin presidents to represent me! (Warm up!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Yeah, Warm up!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (yeah, Warm up!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (This is, the Warm up!)
I'm out for dead f*ckin presidents to represent me!
Ay, look heaven or hell you choose, freedom or jail, you lose
I can't stop em as hot as the devils shoes
Overcame a low life status to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards
I'm nothing like these hoe-like rappers
My whole life practice to be the one
What's it like to be Lebron
They calling you the saviour, so much pressure but you deal with it
The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it
I'll with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a grill, no Foreman,
Try not to call them ladies Bs but them hoes swarmin
Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it money your feelin
Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror
Livin in fear that things a never be the same
No one left for me to blame but myself cause I asked for this
Headed for fame but in my brain, hey can I last in this?
Ay five years I'll probably laugh at this
Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these whack niggas rehash and shit
Jackin styles you know, ski mask and shit
I'm pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it
I'm trynna live it how no other niggas ever lived it!
I'm out for dead f*ckin presidents to represent me!
Dead f*ckin presidents to represent me!
I'm out for dead f*ckin presidents to represent me!
Dead f*ckin presidents to represent me! (The Warm up)
I'm out for f*cking presidents to represent me! (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I'm out for f*cking presidents to represent me! (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I'm out for f*cking presidents to represent me! (The Warm up! Hey!)
I'm out for f*cking presidents to represent me! (Fayattenaaaam! nigga yea!)
I'm out for f*cking presidents to represent me! (Carolina all day!)
I'm out for f*cking presidents to represent me! (Yea!)
I'm out for dead f*ckin presidents to represent me!
Aye!
I'm out for presidents to represent me, yeah (Yeah)
I'm out for presidents to represent me, yeah (Fayettenam)
I'm out for dead presidents f*ckin' to represent me
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish
My crew is fooless naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck - Instead
While these dudes beg for head, they got the game twisted,
Heavy traffic in this rap shit, look how my lane shifted,
Elevated my game, lifted my name, now these lame niggas could never get it
Like that bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it, my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it
So high if I dropped I would fall for 11 minutes
So yea, I operate on a higher plain, my thoughts take a higher train
It's dope, then you should know the suppliers name
It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo
And all these Jose Consacos wanna text-us like Waco
It's hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate yo
I'm in a league of my own so what the f*ck would I play for!?
Some next niggas almost slide in but didn't fit in
Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the f*ck is you kid-in?
These big weight niggas throwing their bid in
Try not to show stress, I guess the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my niggas we would get in but that ain't even half the battle
Stay behind like a shadow or you catapult
Not if I had a ladder or not even if I had a rope
I'd climb that motherf*cker to the top and never let it go!
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Yeah uh)
I'm out for presidents to represent me nigga!
I'm out for president to represent me, yea!
I'm out for dead f*ckin presidents to represent me! (Warm up!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Yeah, Warm up!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (yeah, Warm up!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (This is, the Warm up!)
I'm out for dead f*ckin presidents to represent me!
Ay, look heaven or hell you choose, freedom or jail, you lose
I can't stop em as hot as the devils shoes
Overcame a low life status to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards
I'm nothing like these hoe-like rappers
My whole life practice to be the one
What's it like to be Lebron
They calling you the saviour, so much pressure but you deal with it
The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it
I'll with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a grill, no Foreman,
Try not to call them ladies Bs but them hoes swarmin
Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it money your feelin
Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror
Livin in fear that things a never be the same
No one left for me to blame but myself cause I asked for this
Headed for fame but in my brain, hey can I last in this?
Ay five years I'll probably laugh at this
Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these whack niggas rehash and shit
Jackin styles you know, ski mask and shit
I'm pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it
I'm trynna live it how no other niggas ever lived it!
I'm out for dead f*ckin presidents to represent me!
Dead f*ckin presidents to represent me!
I'm out for dead f*ckin presidents to represent me!
Dead f*ckin presidents to represent me! (The Warm up)
I'm out for f*cking presidents to represent me! (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I'm out for f*cking presidents to represent me! (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I'm out for f*cking presidents to represent me! (The Warm up! Hey!)
I'm out for f*cking presidents to represent me! (Fayattenaaaam! nigga yea!)
I'm out for f*cking presidents to represent me! (Carolina all day!)
I'm out for f*cking presidents to represent me! (Yea!)
I'm out for dead f*ckin presidents to represent me!
Aye!
Writer: Peter Phillips, Nasir Jones, Lonnie Liston Smith, David A Willis, Shawn Carter, Jermaine Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
I Get Up
Ha! Yeah!
Yeah! (Yeah!)
Yeah! (Carolina stand up)
One two one two
I'm good to go ya'll
Yeah! (Fayettenam)
Yeah! (Haha)
I woke up early in the mornin' hoes blowin up my phone
Ain't use to small talkin' when they know I'm Tryna bone, f*ck em'
I'll holla later man, right now my mind else where
My moms health care, get her out this hell here
A lot of niggas fail, but frail niggas won't prevail here
We seen it all man niggas can't even spell scared
A fresh prince but yo my city ain't no Bel-Air
F*ck if you would sell, I'm worried bout my welfare
So farewell to them broke days and bonjour to the most paid
Soon as my dough straight, I throw the wifey in some dolce
And put some chains on my niggas like own slaves, I get up!
Look out the window hope the sun shining down on a nigga outhere front lining
I hit the streets and see them boys out here locking up some older head
So god damn homey hold ya head (And hold ya head)
I get up!
I see the clouds from my window
I pray the sun gon' shine this way
And where I go as the wind blow
Momma ya son gon' find his way
And if I gotta crawl I'm a make to the end though
Up to the top if climb my way
And tell em' I'm a rise I'm on my...
Headed for the sky I'm on my way
Yeah!
Paint a picture and show the deaf what it's like to listen
And speak the words and tell a blind man what he missin'
For all my niggas doin' time man up in prison
Thought you had to resort to crime man f*ck the system
We raisin' babies up in hades where it ain't' no hope
Ain't no fathers don't take no scholarship to slang no dope
Politicians hollerin' bout' problems but I ain't gon' vote
He talk bout change still we floatin' in the same ol' boat
So tell me how I'm suppose to feel when the president spoke
When he ain't neva had to struggle ain't neva been broke
Ain't even roll through the ghetto ain't neva been close
Trustin' this government like trustin' the devil in oath
A rebel with quotes, I get up!
Life style of the young black and reckless
A generation of niggas strapped and askin' questions
Like tell me why ain't got shit
I let this liquor fill my liver with them toxic, as I sip
I get up!
I see the clouds from my window
I pray the sun gon' shine this way
And where I go as the wind blow
Momma ya son gon' find his way
And if I gotta crawl I'm a make to the end though
Up to the top if climb my way
And tell em' I'm a rise I'm on my...
Headed for the sky I'm on my way
Yeah
To all my niggas paper chasin', I pray for your patience
Just keep the faith that you gon' make it one day you'll be cakin'
Takin' this shit one step at a time, that real shit is stuck in my mind
But to that bullshit I'm deaf and I'm blind
Destined to shine I'm a find a way
Cause hey, dammit them jobs out there ain't tryna pay
I pray, granted 9 to 5 is how you survive
I ain't tryna survive, I'm tryna throw my momma in rides
I'm a provide for my seed I'm the soil
I teach em' bout' loyalty
I teach em' that his skin black like oil that's for royalty
I show em' all the things that my pops was neva showin' me
Treat em' like a growin' tree with this poetry, I get up!
And show the sons how to lead not to follow
The present is our gift but our seeds got tommorow
So please niggas raise your kids
And help em' overcome that bullshit they daze us with
I blaze the shit
I get up!
I see the clouds from my window
I pray the sun gon' shine this way
And where I go as the wind blow
Momma ya son gon' find his way
And if I gotta crawl I'm a make to the end though
Up to the top if climb my way
And tell em' I'm a rise I'm on my...
Headed for the sky I'm on my way
Yeah! (Yeah!)
Yeah! (Carolina stand up)
One two one two
I'm good to go ya'll
Yeah! (Fayettenam)
Yeah! (Haha)
I woke up early in the mornin' hoes blowin up my phone
Ain't use to small talkin' when they know I'm Tryna bone, f*ck em'
I'll holla later man, right now my mind else where
My moms health care, get her out this hell here
A lot of niggas fail, but frail niggas won't prevail here
We seen it all man niggas can't even spell scared
A fresh prince but yo my city ain't no Bel-Air
F*ck if you would sell, I'm worried bout my welfare
So farewell to them broke days and bonjour to the most paid
Soon as my dough straight, I throw the wifey in some dolce
And put some chains on my niggas like own slaves, I get up!
Look out the window hope the sun shining down on a nigga outhere front lining
I hit the streets and see them boys out here locking up some older head
So god damn homey hold ya head (And hold ya head)
I get up!
I see the clouds from my window
I pray the sun gon' shine this way
And where I go as the wind blow
Momma ya son gon' find his way
And if I gotta crawl I'm a make to the end though
Up to the top if climb my way
And tell em' I'm a rise I'm on my...
Headed for the sky I'm on my way
Yeah!
Paint a picture and show the deaf what it's like to listen
And speak the words and tell a blind man what he missin'
For all my niggas doin' time man up in prison
Thought you had to resort to crime man f*ck the system
We raisin' babies up in hades where it ain't' no hope
Ain't no fathers don't take no scholarship to slang no dope
Politicians hollerin' bout' problems but I ain't gon' vote
He talk bout change still we floatin' in the same ol' boat
So tell me how I'm suppose to feel when the president spoke
When he ain't neva had to struggle ain't neva been broke
Ain't even roll through the ghetto ain't neva been close
Trustin' this government like trustin' the devil in oath
A rebel with quotes, I get up!
Life style of the young black and reckless
A generation of niggas strapped and askin' questions
Like tell me why ain't got shit
I let this liquor fill my liver with them toxic, as I sip
I get up!
I see the clouds from my window
I pray the sun gon' shine this way
And where I go as the wind blow
Momma ya son gon' find his way
And if I gotta crawl I'm a make to the end though
Up to the top if climb my way
And tell em' I'm a rise I'm on my...
Headed for the sky I'm on my way
Yeah
To all my niggas paper chasin', I pray for your patience
Just keep the faith that you gon' make it one day you'll be cakin'
Takin' this shit one step at a time, that real shit is stuck in my mind
But to that bullshit I'm deaf and I'm blind
Destined to shine I'm a find a way
Cause hey, dammit them jobs out there ain't tryna pay
I pray, granted 9 to 5 is how you survive
I ain't tryna survive, I'm tryna throw my momma in rides
I'm a provide for my seed I'm the soil
I teach em' bout' loyalty
I teach em' that his skin black like oil that's for royalty
I show em' all the things that my pops was neva showin' me
Treat em' like a growin' tree with this poetry, I get up!
And show the sons how to lead not to follow
The present is our gift but our seeds got tommorow
So please niggas raise your kids
And help em' overcome that bullshit they daze us with
I blaze the shit
I get up!
I see the clouds from my window
I pray the sun gon' shine this way
And where I go as the wind blow
Momma ya son gon' find his way
And if I gotta crawl I'm a make to the end though
Up to the top if climb my way
And tell em' I'm a rise I'm on my...
Headed for the sky I'm on my way
Writer: Andre Proctor, Joshua Luellen, Kiari Cephus, Leland Tyler Wayne, Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
World Is Empty
Yea, like I said man,
Ya'll niggas need to be out there and smoking something man
You know what I'm saying?
Yea,
It's Cole, won't lie,
Won't stop to the race is won
Niggas who be rapping how real they are,
Usually turn out to be the fakest ones
Carolina where I made it from,
Cold world no blanket son
Girls fast how Jamaican run,
Puffin on the city where the Lakers from,
L-A, L-A, la la, so high everything is a ha ha from me
Dreamin of the days of a Drop 500
And a bad bitch that will go to Popeyes for me
You can never tell me that I'm not hungry,
If you ever felt what's inside my tummy
My mom wanting out, is my time running out?
Is the Lord up top with a stop watch for me?
Hope not... hope not... hope nothope not
My world is empty without you babe (Yeah)
My world is empty without you (I'm just tryna make it, my nigga)
Yea yea
A wise nigga told me don't chase that cash
Follow your heart you'll make that fast
Does a stripper love to shake that ass
Or does she wise to erase that past?
Got a nigga in her face just gassed
Like, baby girl why you take this path?
Stack in his hand trynna make that last,
All she thinking bout is how to take his last
Rub tities in his face and laugh,
Hotta try not to look fake in fact
A little more money like a few more 20s
And you let that nigga grab your naked ass?
Okay hes gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear,
This ain't the life for you baby let me take you out of here cause
My world is empty without you babe (She like, nigga yeah right)
My world is empty without you (Do you know how much mutha f*cking money I'm making?)
Yea my nigga sit back blow in the air
Only getting high cause we close to the hell
Niggas trynna like like Hova but well,
We broke and that doe coming slow as a snail
Hustle hard til there no inhale
Hit the block like a postman with mail
My brother got knocked now the hold him in cells
My mom broke but she posted the bail
Someway, some how niggas feelin like the sun down even when the sun up!
Hear the sound out the window of the gun bust
And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked
But, this how niggas was brung up
A mother just trynna raise her sun up
Til a stray bullet got his lungs struck
And the Governor could'ntgive one f*ck while she sangin
My world is empty without you babe (Damn, told ya'll niggas Cold World, No Blanket)
My world is empty without you (Tough luck, yea)
Ya'll niggas need to be out there and smoking something man
You know what I'm saying?
Yea,
It's Cole, won't lie,
Won't stop to the race is won
Niggas who be rapping how real they are,
Usually turn out to be the fakest ones
Carolina where I made it from,
Cold world no blanket son
Girls fast how Jamaican run,
Puffin on the city where the Lakers from,
L-A, L-A, la la, so high everything is a ha ha from me
Dreamin of the days of a Drop 500
And a bad bitch that will go to Popeyes for me
You can never tell me that I'm not hungry,
If you ever felt what's inside my tummy
My mom wanting out, is my time running out?
Is the Lord up top with a stop watch for me?
Hope not... hope not... hope nothope not
My world is empty without you babe (Yeah)
My world is empty without you (I'm just tryna make it, my nigga)
Yea yea
A wise nigga told me don't chase that cash
Follow your heart you'll make that fast
Does a stripper love to shake that ass
Or does she wise to erase that past?
Got a nigga in her face just gassed
Like, baby girl why you take this path?
Stack in his hand trynna make that last,
All she thinking bout is how to take his last
Rub tities in his face and laugh,
Hotta try not to look fake in fact
A little more money like a few more 20s
And you let that nigga grab your naked ass?
Okay hes gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear,
This ain't the life for you baby let me take you out of here cause
My world is empty without you babe (She like, nigga yeah right)
My world is empty without you (Do you know how much mutha f*cking money I'm making?)
Yea my nigga sit back blow in the air
Only getting high cause we close to the hell
Niggas trynna like like Hova but well,
We broke and that doe coming slow as a snail
Hustle hard til there no inhale
Hit the block like a postman with mail
My brother got knocked now the hold him in cells
My mom broke but she posted the bail
Someway, some how niggas feelin like the sun down even when the sun up!
Hear the sound out the window of the gun bust
And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked
But, this how niggas was brung up
A mother just trynna raise her sun up
Til a stray bullet got his lungs struck
And the Governor could'ntgive one f*ck while she sangin
My world is empty without you babe (Damn, told ya'll niggas Cold World, No Blanket)
My world is empty without you (Tough luck, yea)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Dreams
Yeah! Uh!
Yeah, you gotta look,
You gotta follow me, what I'm doin' rite here mayne
Like when I say this shit is crazy,
I don't mean it's crazy like crazy
I just mean crazy like it's f*ckin', it's actually crazy,
Nah'mean
Yeah!
Seems like I always had crushes on chicks I couldn't have
And then I end up f*cking with someone I shouldn't have
See, in my mind, it's like I'm perfect for her, I gotta show her
But sadly, in reality, dog, I don't even know her
But still somehow she got my mind infatuated
Absolutely fascinated with the thoughts of what she might be like
Time after time after time I had to wait, is-
Is fate procrastinating?
I can take it 'cause I might be right, 'cause it's
This is the girl of my dreams, yeah
Ay, is she good as what she seems?
Uh, or am I lying to myself?
Uh, ay should I try and get some help?
Yeah, this is the girl of my dreams
Is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Ay, should I try and get some help?
Yeah, yeah
Oh shit, she passed me on the boulevard
Ay, tell me is it stalking if I follow her
Like all the way home without her knowing
Nah, nigga, I'm just curious where she stay at
Besides when I'm with her, this gon' be the spot we lay at
And maybe I'll just drive by occassionally
And if one day I happen to see her outside, she wave to me,
Imagine what she'll say to me
This ain't no time to be afraid no more
It's time for bravery
No matter if my homies think I'm crazy
This the girl of my dreams
Hey, ay is she good as what she seems?
Uh, or am I lying to myself?
Uh, ay should I try and get some help?
Yeah, this is the girl of my dreams
Ay, is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Ay, should I try and get some help?
Yeah, yeah, look
I spot her walking in the mall, okay, it's time to grow some balls
If she really gon' be yours, oh my god, I'm walking towards her
My mind screaming stop, but my legs keep walking forward
Straighten up your face, nigga, she see you coming for her
My heartbeat racing, and my hands keep shaking
Say something, you shy motherf*cker, she's waiting,
"Wassup girl, don't mean to interrupt
But in the city I done met a lot of women
But you from my dreams, ay will you come true?
I know about a show that we can catch,
Some R&B and rap, ay you should come thru"
She said, "uh, I love too, except I don't like rap
Besides, if I went with you, then I don't really think my man would like that"
Damn! Man,
Okay, you say you got a man,
I mean, I definitely understand, I'm happy for you, really am,
I couldn't have been the only fan in the world Of a girl like you
I mean, you're beautiful, and I'm sure he's a very nice dude
It ain't no biggie, well I'm sure that I'm gon' see you around the city
Only thing I ask if shit don't work out for y'all, don't forget me
And don't act like a stranger when you see me on the scene
I came up with a world-class scheme to get
The girl of my dreams
Uh, ay is she good as what she seems?
Uh, or am I lying to myself?
Or should I try and get some help?
This is the girl of my dreams
Ay is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Ay should I try and get some help?
Yeah, yeah
So I find out the nigga name, know exactly where he stayin'
Find out when he leave for work, hold up nigga, is you sane?
I'm a follow in my car; I'm a cut in front of his
Run him right into the wall, maybe even off the bridge
I give her a little time, then console her while she crying
She gon' take that as a sign; finally she will be mine
I'll be king, and she'll be queen when I hit her with ring
At the wedding, who gon' sing?
This the girl of my dreams
Is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Ay should I try and get some help?
Ay, this is the girl of my dreams
Is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Think I should I try and get some help?
Haha
Yeah
Aye!
Yeah, you gotta look,
You gotta follow me, what I'm doin' rite here mayne
Like when I say this shit is crazy,
I don't mean it's crazy like crazy
I just mean crazy like it's f*ckin', it's actually crazy,
Nah'mean
Yeah!
Seems like I always had crushes on chicks I couldn't have
And then I end up f*cking with someone I shouldn't have
See, in my mind, it's like I'm perfect for her, I gotta show her
But sadly, in reality, dog, I don't even know her
But still somehow she got my mind infatuated
Absolutely fascinated with the thoughts of what she might be like
Time after time after time I had to wait, is-
Is fate procrastinating?
I can take it 'cause I might be right, 'cause it's
This is the girl of my dreams, yeah
Ay, is she good as what she seems?
Uh, or am I lying to myself?
Uh, ay should I try and get some help?
Yeah, this is the girl of my dreams
Is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Ay, should I try and get some help?
Yeah, yeah
Oh shit, she passed me on the boulevard
Ay, tell me is it stalking if I follow her
Like all the way home without her knowing
Nah, nigga, I'm just curious where she stay at
Besides when I'm with her, this gon' be the spot we lay at
And maybe I'll just drive by occassionally
And if one day I happen to see her outside, she wave to me,
Imagine what she'll say to me
This ain't no time to be afraid no more
It's time for bravery
No matter if my homies think I'm crazy
This the girl of my dreams
Hey, ay is she good as what she seems?
Uh, or am I lying to myself?
Uh, ay should I try and get some help?
Yeah, this is the girl of my dreams
Ay, is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Ay, should I try and get some help?
Yeah, yeah, look
I spot her walking in the mall, okay, it's time to grow some balls
If she really gon' be yours, oh my god, I'm walking towards her
My mind screaming stop, but my legs keep walking forward
Straighten up your face, nigga, she see you coming for her
My heartbeat racing, and my hands keep shaking
Say something, you shy motherf*cker, she's waiting,
"Wassup girl, don't mean to interrupt
But in the city I done met a lot of women
But you from my dreams, ay will you come true?
I know about a show that we can catch,
Some R&B and rap, ay you should come thru"
She said, "uh, I love too, except I don't like rap
Besides, if I went with you, then I don't really think my man would like that"
Damn! Man,
Okay, you say you got a man,
I mean, I definitely understand, I'm happy for you, really am,
I couldn't have been the only fan in the world Of a girl like you
I mean, you're beautiful, and I'm sure he's a very nice dude
It ain't no biggie, well I'm sure that I'm gon' see you around the city
Only thing I ask if shit don't work out for y'all, don't forget me
And don't act like a stranger when you see me on the scene
I came up with a world-class scheme to get
The girl of my dreams
Uh, ay is she good as what she seems?
Uh, or am I lying to myself?
Or should I try and get some help?
This is the girl of my dreams
Ay is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Ay should I try and get some help?
Yeah, yeah
So I find out the nigga name, know exactly where he stayin'
Find out when he leave for work, hold up nigga, is you sane?
I'm a follow in my car; I'm a cut in front of his
Run him right into the wall, maybe even off the bridge
I give her a little time, then console her while she crying
She gon' take that as a sign; finally she will be mine
I'll be king, and she'll be queen when I hit her with ring
At the wedding, who gon' sing?
This the girl of my dreams
Is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Ay should I try and get some help?
Ay, this is the girl of my dreams
Is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Think I should I try and get some help?
Haha
Yeah
Aye!
Writer: JERMAINE L. COLE, CANEI FINCH, JUST HUSTLE, JOVAN WOODS, RONALD GILMORE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Royal Flush
Yep
Da dump dump
This is the....warm up
Ok I roll up, hold up, look at how I showed up
I blowed up had a hole up in my pocket now its sowed up
They feenin for that crack, you know that rock, I got that product
You niggas tryna stop it betta load up
I hang my coat up
Ah I'm goin be here for a while so I smile hatas
I'm on that green like a flower like a alligator
Now or laters, I'm serving niggas Imma sound waiter
Just tell me what you want, I bring that back an hour later
Look how how I cater, dog what you fraid of, nothing
They talking gangsta, without no data, they frontin
Jackie chan, jean claude van dam straight stuntin,
I wish a nigga would say something
Imma carolina nigga boy I got it on my back
Piggyback style I aint talkin bout no tat
And Imma rep the ville in every city that im at
And I guareente I'm bring home plaques
Shout out to my brother zach
And my mother
I love you
Yea, look,
Aint that about a bitch this nigga on his own his dick
They say I'm like the human body I produce my own shit
And I toot my own horn, a star when I was born
My name aint james, my word is bond
Yeah
Shout out to cannibus had a similar line ninety-eight ninety-nine
Damn them was the times
Nevermind dwelling in the past, your listening to the future
Them flows get tighter, them hoes get looser
Then they wanna suduce you like medusa be cool
I said "I got a girl", she told me "me too"
So that must mean you want a nigga to eat that seafood (shit)
Baby dont be foolish, but call her I'll watch her do it
You know
And this is only the warm up
Da dump dump
This is the....warm up
Ok I roll up, hold up, look at how I showed up
I blowed up had a hole up in my pocket now its sowed up
They feenin for that crack, you know that rock, I got that product
You niggas tryna stop it betta load up
I hang my coat up
Ah I'm goin be here for a while so I smile hatas
I'm on that green like a flower like a alligator
Now or laters, I'm serving niggas Imma sound waiter
Just tell me what you want, I bring that back an hour later
Look how how I cater, dog what you fraid of, nothing
They talking gangsta, without no data, they frontin
Jackie chan, jean claude van dam straight stuntin,
I wish a nigga would say something
Imma carolina nigga boy I got it on my back
Piggyback style I aint talkin bout no tat
And Imma rep the ville in every city that im at
And I guareente I'm bring home plaques
Shout out to my brother zach
And my mother
I love you
Yea, look,
Aint that about a bitch this nigga on his own his dick
They say I'm like the human body I produce my own shit
And I toot my own horn, a star when I was born
My name aint james, my word is bond
Yeah
Shout out to cannibus had a similar line ninety-eight ninety-nine
Damn them was the times
Nevermind dwelling in the past, your listening to the future
Them flows get tighter, them hoes get looser
Then they wanna suduce you like medusa be cool
I said "I got a girl", she told me "me too"
So that must mean you want a nigga to eat that seafood (shit)
Baby dont be foolish, but call her I'll watch her do it
You know
And this is only the warm up
Writer: Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Chris Jasper, Corey Woods, Earl Hagen, Ernie Isley, Jeron Ward, Marvin Isley, O'Kelly Isley, Ricky Walker Jr., Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, EMBARK MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, EMBARK MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dollar and A Dream II
Hey, hey, yea, yea,
Got a dolla and a dream
Yea
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
Yea
I got a dolla and a dream, hey
[clears throat]
Ay, I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
Niggas hatin' but I love them even though they trynna scheme
But I'm past that, a niggas stock is raising like the Nastec
They same I'm the future but yet I'm giving niggas flashbacks
Of better days, when you ain't have to settle for whatever played
I represent the struggle nigga I say what they never say
Whenever they, spit that bullshit they spittin,
This that pool pit I'm hittin niggas with the gospel
Hostile with them hoes, I got a dolla in my pocket, plus a dream
Yea you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems
What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe
On that hard white, I'll tell you what them scars like
I'm speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail
Tired of sifting through my mails I feel like Cartwright, bills
Forreal, a nigga I'll
Just let me do the talking men I know how niggas feel
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
Yeah
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
Every lady ain't no hoe, and every bitch ya'll ain't no queen
Every nigga ain't no dog, and every nigga ain't no king
Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything
Every nigga can't dunk, so white man can jump
They shooting niggas fo' they even tell em put their hands up!
Crooked cops, got a nigga scared to drive
Probably thinking that I'm slanging man I see it in their eyes
But inside of my pocket is a dolla plus a dream
Yea you swear your girl is faithful everything ain't what it seems
See I seen how she glance and look away like she want it
I ain't saying I'm a f*ck her but I could if I wanted
Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worst
I bet if I was to hit it man, I wouldn't be the first
This is church, this is gospel
Spit it like I get from the Bible, for your survival
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
I got a dolla and a dream
Yeah I got a dolla and a dream
Check it
Ay Salle, I know I ain't been answering your calls,
But shit, let me explain-
It's because times been hard, been runnin around trynna find a job
I hear my phone ringing in the morning, 9 o'clock
And it's you, can't even front I press ignore
I still got cha letters laying in my dresser draw
You telling me about all the things you did for me
When I was broke, you sent me doe and that was big for me
See you was there every year when I needed you,
And you were so quick to give I had to be with you
Remember when I used to call you on your phone line
I knew it was official when my momma cosigned
But in no time, a nigga graduated
I hit the real world, baby girl I'm sad to say it
But I was using you, you gave a nigga major stacks
And I know one day in my heart one day that I'm gon pay you back"
I got a dolla and a dream
Everything ain't what it seems
Got a dolla and a dream
Yea
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
Yea
I got a dolla and a dream, hey
[clears throat]
Ay, I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
Niggas hatin' but I love them even though they trynna scheme
But I'm past that, a niggas stock is raising like the Nastec
They same I'm the future but yet I'm giving niggas flashbacks
Of better days, when you ain't have to settle for whatever played
I represent the struggle nigga I say what they never say
Whenever they, spit that bullshit they spittin,
This that pool pit I'm hittin niggas with the gospel
Hostile with them hoes, I got a dolla in my pocket, plus a dream
Yea you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems
What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe
On that hard white, I'll tell you what them scars like
I'm speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail
Tired of sifting through my mails I feel like Cartwright, bills
Forreal, a nigga I'll
Just let me do the talking men I know how niggas feel
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
Yeah
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
Every lady ain't no hoe, and every bitch ya'll ain't no queen
Every nigga ain't no dog, and every nigga ain't no king
Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything
Every nigga can't dunk, so white man can jump
They shooting niggas fo' they even tell em put their hands up!
Crooked cops, got a nigga scared to drive
Probably thinking that I'm slanging man I see it in their eyes
But inside of my pocket is a dolla plus a dream
Yea you swear your girl is faithful everything ain't what it seems
See I seen how she glance and look away like she want it
I ain't saying I'm a f*ck her but I could if I wanted
Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worst
I bet if I was to hit it man, I wouldn't be the first
This is church, this is gospel
Spit it like I get from the Bible, for your survival
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything ain't what it seems
I got a dolla and a dream
Yeah I got a dolla and a dream
Check it
Ay Salle, I know I ain't been answering your calls,
But shit, let me explain-
It's because times been hard, been runnin around trynna find a job
I hear my phone ringing in the morning, 9 o'clock
And it's you, can't even front I press ignore
I still got cha letters laying in my dresser draw
You telling me about all the things you did for me
When I was broke, you sent me doe and that was big for me
See you was there every year when I needed you,
And you were so quick to give I had to be with you
Remember when I used to call you on your phone line
I knew it was official when my momma cosigned
But in no time, a nigga graduated
I hit the real world, baby girl I'm sad to say it
But I was using you, you gave a nigga major stacks
And I know one day in my heart one day that I'm gon pay you back"
I got a dolla and a dream
Everything ain't what it seems
Writer: JERMAINE L. COLE, CANEI FINCH, JUST HUSTLE, JOVAN WOODS, RONALD GILMORE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Water Break (Interlude)
I feel like we should just, you know
Keep the world in suspense no longer (yeah)
And you know, just put J. Cole on the spot (yeah)
Woo
Yeah, is there any way you can turn me up? Yeah, yeah
We got Roc Nation's first artist in here, J. Cole (yeah, hey)
On the spot
Yeah, there's no way to turn me up?
You got that?
If not, it's all good
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey
I bet they never seen him comin' like a blind bitch you f*ckin' from behind
It's the motherf*ckin' don, bitch, I'm f*ckin' up rewind buttons
My shit is jumpin' like the prom
Fayettenam on my back like some scratches from your lady
On your mattress where they gave me that
I bet niggas can't wait to pay me back
While they relax, I stay in tip-top shape
And I stay up on my toes like some gym socks, flip-flops
Tell them haters to rehab, kick rocks (woo)
Game tight like Ziploc
Half Black, other half white like Kid Rock
Tried to tell it to a cizz-op
Thought it would work, it did not
He told me, "Nigga, stizz-op, you know you is not"
Wrote the ticket and rizz-ocked
F*ck, this is for hip-hop, gassed up like a quick stop
Done lit a fire under my ass, nigga, my shit hot
Even if you squatted over volcanoes, nigga, your shit not
I'm raw, but I kid not, your shit flop
I give props to the legends
Praise God, but I give not to the reverends
Lookin' up to the Heavens like, "Where did all my blessings go?"
You chase a dream, but then you stop, guess you'll never know (woo)
I got a show for you to watch, here's an episode, professional
Set to blow any minute now, many women smile
Look, the lights and the action and the cameras be callin'
You niggas gotta log in, bitch, you fantasy ballin'
I snuck up like I planned to be, this ain't random, we called it
Like once they get a hit of this, they hooked like that Twitter shit
Thought I get a deal and head straight to the dealership
But lookin' at my deal, I probably can't afford benefits
Medical, dental shit
Left, but I always came back like a rent-a-whip
Dirty-ass game, dawg, I could run a kennel with
All these bitch niggas who don't lift a finger
Yet they wanna ride in a limo with
Me, I switch the tempo on 'em sort of like Timbo on 'em
Start talkin' that we shit, I pause, Nintendo on 'em
Start talkin' that beef shit, I turn to Kimbo on 'em
I got no words for these niggas, I'm instrumental on 'em, yeah (woo)
And I'll still keep goin', keep flowin' (J. Cole)
Yeah, J. Cole (woo)
I don't think he's done, man, we, we need more (yeah)
I feel like he's not done (yeah), I feel like he's not done
Keep the world in suspense no longer (yeah)
And you know, just put J. Cole on the spot (yeah)
Woo
Yeah, is there any way you can turn me up? Yeah, yeah
We got Roc Nation's first artist in here, J. Cole (yeah, hey)
On the spot
Yeah, there's no way to turn me up?
You got that?
If not, it's all good
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey
I bet they never seen him comin' like a blind bitch you f*ckin' from behind
It's the motherf*ckin' don, bitch, I'm f*ckin' up rewind buttons
My shit is jumpin' like the prom
Fayettenam on my back like some scratches from your lady
On your mattress where they gave me that
I bet niggas can't wait to pay me back
While they relax, I stay in tip-top shape
And I stay up on my toes like some gym socks, flip-flops
Tell them haters to rehab, kick rocks (woo)
Game tight like Ziploc
Half Black, other half white like Kid Rock
Tried to tell it to a cizz-op
Thought it would work, it did not
He told me, "Nigga, stizz-op, you know you is not"
Wrote the ticket and rizz-ocked
F*ck, this is for hip-hop, gassed up like a quick stop
Done lit a fire under my ass, nigga, my shit hot
Even if you squatted over volcanoes, nigga, your shit not
I'm raw, but I kid not, your shit flop
I give props to the legends
Praise God, but I give not to the reverends
Lookin' up to the Heavens like, "Where did all my blessings go?"
You chase a dream, but then you stop, guess you'll never know (woo)
I got a show for you to watch, here's an episode, professional
Set to blow any minute now, many women smile
Look, the lights and the action and the cameras be callin'
You niggas gotta log in, bitch, you fantasy ballin'
I snuck up like I planned to be, this ain't random, we called it
Like once they get a hit of this, they hooked like that Twitter shit
Thought I get a deal and head straight to the dealership
But lookin' at my deal, I probably can't afford benefits
Medical, dental shit
Left, but I always came back like a rent-a-whip
Dirty-ass game, dawg, I could run a kennel with
All these bitch niggas who don't lift a finger
Yet they wanna ride in a limo with
Me, I switch the tempo on 'em sort of like Timbo on 'em
Start talkin' that we shit, I pause, Nintendo on 'em
Start talkin' that beef shit, I turn to Kimbo on 'em
I got no words for these niggas, I'm instrumental on 'em, yeah (woo)
And I'll still keep goin', keep flowin' (J. Cole)
Yeah, J. Cole (woo)
I don't think he's done, man, we, we need more (yeah)
I feel like he's not done (yeah), I feel like he's not done
Writer: Hal David, Burt F. Bacharach, Jermaine L. Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Heartache
Yeah yeah yeah
Elite Elite Elite... Elite
Ya know
Yeah, yeah
Slim nigga, lyrically on my limbs
Bigga then a nigga hittin' the gym
Regular benchpressin' the bar,
Ten steps up from ya'll, you could follow my lead,
If you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin' at me
But please hold your applause
Ya'll holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the flo'
Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho
And she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo'
I never pound with the flo, at times I wonder
Aye when they listen to my shit man can they hear my hunger
Or will these hatin' ass rappers try to steal my thunder
Aye this is big shit poppin', you gon' need a plunger
To take me under, niggas in trouble
You lookin' at Lebron James of the game
I could do anything that you name
I could blaze any rapper in the game that you bring
Pour gasoline on the brain, got the flame for that
So you hatin' niggas refrain from that
A little bitter cause yo game is whack
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine
Take what's mine
Hey, hey
A dolla and a dream, that's all a nigga got
So, if it's 'bout that C.R.E.A.M, then I'm all up in the spot
I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but naw I ain't flashin'
I never gave a f*ck about no high-end fashion
And maybe I was too broke, maybe I'm just too dope
To rap about that regular shit, or bag a regular bitch
These niggas talkin' like they on the next level and shit
But Cole's flow so cold, swear the devil get sick
How do you want it? So sick I make you mentally vomit
These rappers askin' for beats and they ain't even fit to be on it
I see 'em writin' about rappers, I should be sick to my stomach
Because they talk 'bout the future but didn't mention me on it
So now I'm back in the kitchen, cookin' I'm meant to be one of the greatest
No niggas seein' me, this century us and you hate it
Look how I played it, other niggas was jaded
Under-appreciated, now Carolina is rated
I let Elite breathe, yeah
Hey, uh uh uh
I let Elite breathe, yeah
Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine
Take what's mine
Hey, hey
Elite Elite Elite... Elite
Ya know
Yeah, yeah
Slim nigga, lyrically on my limbs
Bigga then a nigga hittin' the gym
Regular benchpressin' the bar,
Ten steps up from ya'll, you could follow my lead,
If you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin' at me
But please hold your applause
Ya'll holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the flo'
Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho
And she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo'
I never pound with the flo, at times I wonder
Aye when they listen to my shit man can they hear my hunger
Or will these hatin' ass rappers try to steal my thunder
Aye this is big shit poppin', you gon' need a plunger
To take me under, niggas in trouble
You lookin' at Lebron James of the game
I could do anything that you name
I could blaze any rapper in the game that you bring
Pour gasoline on the brain, got the flame for that
So you hatin' niggas refrain from that
A little bitter cause yo game is whack
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine
Take what's mine
Hey, hey
A dolla and a dream, that's all a nigga got
So, if it's 'bout that C.R.E.A.M, then I'm all up in the spot
I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but naw I ain't flashin'
I never gave a f*ck about no high-end fashion
And maybe I was too broke, maybe I'm just too dope
To rap about that regular shit, or bag a regular bitch
These niggas talkin' like they on the next level and shit
But Cole's flow so cold, swear the devil get sick
How do you want it? So sick I make you mentally vomit
These rappers askin' for beats and they ain't even fit to be on it
I see 'em writin' about rappers, I should be sick to my stomach
Because they talk 'bout the future but didn't mention me on it
So now I'm back in the kitchen, cookin' I'm meant to be one of the greatest
No niggas seein' me, this century us and you hate it
Look how I played it, other niggas was jaded
Under-appreciated, now Carolina is rated
I let Elite breathe, yeah
Hey, uh uh uh
I let Elite breathe, yeah
Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine
Take what's mine
Hey, hey
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Get Away
[Verse 1:]
LA, NC, NY
The Chi, yea, hey, yea
I wake up, hop out the shower spray cologne on while I'm dressing
They hollering about recession so my niggas out here stressing
But bitch, I'm live and breathing so to me that there's a blessing
See life is like a test that I ain't never got no F in
Stepping out today, I got leave the crib
Momma stressing, I pray
That ain't no body gon pull the weapon out and spray
Cause I don't got no strap
And ever since we hit the depression niggas don know how to act
In, fact there goes some niggas there
Hating, I feel the stare
Me vs you shining is like a diamond and silverware
Let ya'll feel the glare I got to go now
I riding through the city with the windows roll down
Shorty holla, so I pulled up beside her
I'm fronting What's your name?
She told me boy you know me don't play no games-
Now look they say you blowing up hey is it true, right up?
I say, Girl they wasn't kidding like your tubes tied up
[Chorus:]
I'm hollering hey, good God what a day
I gotta say it feels good to get away
Where ain't nobody stressing over shit they got to pay
Ay tell me what's work without play
All my niggas hollering hey, good God what a day
Hey baby girl tell me can you get away?
Where ain't nobody hollering bout the problems of the world,
It's just me and my favorite girl, now all around they holler
[Verse 2:]
Okay so word is spreading
That I done jetted to New York- I was just up there doing my thing
So now some folks I used to know is hollering out J. Cole!
I got to chuckle cause I know they used to say Jermaine
So who changed?
What's in name though, when niggas can't hang though-your shoe strings,
Your flow insane plus I got that flame throw, that Luke Payne
Even in the winter we bring, feelings of summer Suzan
We get them hooked like T-Pain
And scoop them hoes like loose change
Can you blame me? - I'm just a boy straight out the Ville
These wangsta ass niggas getting played out for real
Your acting like your trill, nigga you bet not!
You talking out your ass, you feinna get your head rocked!
This is where they shooting sideways
Boys getting blazed
Can't afford to fly so we high to get away
Now come here ladies see we trynna get loose, poured up
Take this juice, we gon mix it with this Goose, don't throw it up
[Chorus:]
I'm hollering hey, good God what a day
I gotta say it feels good to get away
Where ain't nobody stressing over shit they got to pay
Ay tell me what's work without play
All my niggas hollering hey, good God what a day
Hey baby girl tell me can you get away?
Where ain't nobody hollering bout the problems of the world,
It's just me and my favorite girl, now all around they holler
LA, NC, NY
The Chi, yea, hey, yea
I wake up, hop out the shower spray cologne on while I'm dressing
They hollering about recession so my niggas out here stressing
But bitch, I'm live and breathing so to me that there's a blessing
See life is like a test that I ain't never got no F in
Stepping out today, I got leave the crib
Momma stressing, I pray
That ain't no body gon pull the weapon out and spray
Cause I don't got no strap
And ever since we hit the depression niggas don know how to act
In, fact there goes some niggas there
Hating, I feel the stare
Me vs you shining is like a diamond and silverware
Let ya'll feel the glare I got to go now
I riding through the city with the windows roll down
Shorty holla, so I pulled up beside her
I'm fronting What's your name?
She told me boy you know me don't play no games-
Now look they say you blowing up hey is it true, right up?
I say, Girl they wasn't kidding like your tubes tied up
[Chorus:]
I'm hollering hey, good God what a day
I gotta say it feels good to get away
Where ain't nobody stressing over shit they got to pay
Ay tell me what's work without play
All my niggas hollering hey, good God what a day
Hey baby girl tell me can you get away?
Where ain't nobody hollering bout the problems of the world,
It's just me and my favorite girl, now all around they holler
[Verse 2:]
Okay so word is spreading
That I done jetted to New York- I was just up there doing my thing
So now some folks I used to know is hollering out J. Cole!
I got to chuckle cause I know they used to say Jermaine
So who changed?
What's in name though, when niggas can't hang though-your shoe strings,
Your flow insane plus I got that flame throw, that Luke Payne
Even in the winter we bring, feelings of summer Suzan
We get them hooked like T-Pain
And scoop them hoes like loose change
Can you blame me? - I'm just a boy straight out the Ville
These wangsta ass niggas getting played out for real
Your acting like your trill, nigga you bet not!
You talking out your ass, you feinna get your head rocked!
This is where they shooting sideways
Boys getting blazed
Can't afford to fly so we high to get away
Now come here ladies see we trynna get loose, poured up
Take this juice, we gon mix it with this Goose, don't throw it up
[Chorus:]
I'm hollering hey, good God what a day
I gotta say it feels good to get away
Where ain't nobody stressing over shit they got to pay
Ay tell me what's work without play
All my niggas hollering hey, good God what a day
Hey baby girl tell me can you get away?
Where ain't nobody hollering bout the problems of the world,
It's just me and my favorite girl, now all around they holler
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Knock Knock
Yea,
We fresh off-mutherf*ckin South Beach
Yea, uh,
Sometimes play the villan, sometimes play the hero
Sometimes I be dealer, sometimes I be primo
Sometimes I be feeling, I got a big ego
Other times a nigga swim a round like Nemo
Uh, small fish in a big ass pond
Pushed around like a mower on a big ass lawn
I get my weight up, inflat up
And make these old niggas open the gate up
At the mansions that they laid up in
Like, Hello my name is Cole" - I'm walking right up in and well known
Don't give a f*ck it you gon hate it man, hey fellow
Either you follow me or swallow me bitch
And I done hit to many hoes to ever pause that shit
Now since I just seen my face up in the XXL
A few chicks want to text let's chill-how obvious
Girls from all over the world is my hobby
And I got a chic who stay in DC like a lobbyist
My old chick from Rawley that I still like to parley with
Just to hear that accent, now come and get that back bent
The moans turn to screams, I can feel her climaxing
Now if you faking that baby you need to try acting
Hollywood shit, had a nigga feeling like the milkman
Deliver that due to body good dick
Feeling like I got game that Karate could'nt kick,
Therefore I'm bagging things that you probably wouldn't get, what up!
I'm a talk until you tell me shut up
Uh, and we can walk the beach until the sun up
Huh, I ain't gon lie I'm trynna get some cut up!
Ay, so what up!
Hey, you heard that huh?
Oh you ain't heard of me well I prefer that!
Uh, I text my number to you did you get that?
Huh, well when you lonely baby you can hit back
And I'll fix that
Tell me is you with that, hey,
Ay tell me is you with that
Ay tell em is you with that
Yea, ay baby is you with that! Yea
We fresh off-mutherf*ckin South Beach
Yea, uh,
Sometimes play the villan, sometimes play the hero
Sometimes I be dealer, sometimes I be primo
Sometimes I be feeling, I got a big ego
Other times a nigga swim a round like Nemo
Uh, small fish in a big ass pond
Pushed around like a mower on a big ass lawn
I get my weight up, inflat up
And make these old niggas open the gate up
At the mansions that they laid up in
Like, Hello my name is Cole" - I'm walking right up in and well known
Don't give a f*ck it you gon hate it man, hey fellow
Either you follow me or swallow me bitch
And I done hit to many hoes to ever pause that shit
Now since I just seen my face up in the XXL
A few chicks want to text let's chill-how obvious
Girls from all over the world is my hobby
And I got a chic who stay in DC like a lobbyist
My old chick from Rawley that I still like to parley with
Just to hear that accent, now come and get that back bent
The moans turn to screams, I can feel her climaxing
Now if you faking that baby you need to try acting
Hollywood shit, had a nigga feeling like the milkman
Deliver that due to body good dick
Feeling like I got game that Karate could'nt kick,
Therefore I'm bagging things that you probably wouldn't get, what up!
I'm a talk until you tell me shut up
Uh, and we can walk the beach until the sun up
Huh, I ain't gon lie I'm trynna get some cut up!
Ay, so what up!
Hey, you heard that huh?
Oh you ain't heard of me well I prefer that!
Uh, I text my number to you did you get that?
Huh, well when you lonely baby you can hit back
And I'll fix that
Tell me is you with that, hey,
Ay tell me is you with that
Ay tell em is you with that
Yea, ay baby is you with that! Yea
Writer: JERMAINE L. COLE, HERBERT LOUIS ROONEY, MICHAL URBANIAK, CODY RASHAD OSAGIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Ladies
Yea, ay, look
When she talk she so closed minded
All she want to do is shop she so clothes minded
Wanna cop the latest 'fore them other hoes find it
Material girl yet somehow I don't mind it
Probably cause she so fine it will blow your mind
She black and Pocahontas, laid back and blow that grind
Ass so fat wanna tat my logo on it
So any other nigga that a tap, will know it's mine
I put in work overtime, let me cut mow the lawn
Guarantee I blow your mind
She try to play me til she learned I wrote a rhyme
That's that nigga from the Ville that I heard that Hova signed
The rap form Lebron, "Oh girl that boy the bomb!
No chain around his neck but better watch out for the charm
Your not my daughter um, but you can be my baby
Summertime, wintertime, anytime we looking for them ladies
(Ladies) Yeah, ay with your fat ass booty and your purty ass weave!
(Beautiful ladies) Yea, now I ain't tricking but I got a couple tricks under my sleeves
(Ladies) Yea now clap your hands one time if you know you look good
(All you ladies) Yea if your from the suburbs of the hood
(Beautiful ladies) Yeah aye look
She said I got a man, well baby I don't give a f*ck
See me I understand, and I ain't trynna spilt you up!
Okay give me your number and later I'm a hit you up
If you sleep I get you up, ride over and pick you up
If it's clean I'll lick you up! Yea do you research
I'll rock that ass to sleep and have you sleeping in my tee shirt
Just came home from getting my South Beach on
You know I ran the streets like a dog without a leash on
She trynna get her freak on, come hop up on this ski jet
You scared of that water of you just scared to get your weave wet
Barely got your feet wet, guess I know where we headed
Trynna see trhow it back let's check your reflexes
Good Lord, didn't know what I was in for!
You can be my cuddy buddy, baby what are friends for
I spend up the tempo them other niggas lazy
Can't f*ck with nothing younger than the 80's
I'm grown and I'm looking for some ladies
Ladies, yeah
(Ladies) With your fat ass booty and your purty ass weave!
(Beautiful ladies) It ain't tricking but I got a couple tricks under my sleeves
(Ladies) Hey, ay clap your hands one time if you know you look good
(All you ladies) Yea look ow if your from the suburbs of the hood
(Beautiful ladies) I'm lookin for some (Ladies)
[Lee Fields:]
Hey girl, what's yo name?
Oh wow, you look so nice.
I know you man is satisfied.
Ay young lady, what's yo name?
Oh wow, I know yo man is pleased
All the way down to his knees
And what's yo name?
Tell me, I know yo man is worried,
About where you are tonight, huh.
Well ladies, all you ladies, all over the world
I want you to help me sing this
Here we go!
Ladies
Beautiful ladies
Oh! Ladies
All you ladies
Beautiful ladies
When she talk she so closed minded
All she want to do is shop she so clothes minded
Wanna cop the latest 'fore them other hoes find it
Material girl yet somehow I don't mind it
Probably cause she so fine it will blow your mind
She black and Pocahontas, laid back and blow that grind
Ass so fat wanna tat my logo on it
So any other nigga that a tap, will know it's mine
I put in work overtime, let me cut mow the lawn
Guarantee I blow your mind
She try to play me til she learned I wrote a rhyme
That's that nigga from the Ville that I heard that Hova signed
The rap form Lebron, "Oh girl that boy the bomb!
No chain around his neck but better watch out for the charm
Your not my daughter um, but you can be my baby
Summertime, wintertime, anytime we looking for them ladies
(Ladies) Yeah, ay with your fat ass booty and your purty ass weave!
(Beautiful ladies) Yea, now I ain't tricking but I got a couple tricks under my sleeves
(Ladies) Yea now clap your hands one time if you know you look good
(All you ladies) Yea if your from the suburbs of the hood
(Beautiful ladies) Yeah aye look
She said I got a man, well baby I don't give a f*ck
See me I understand, and I ain't trynna spilt you up!
Okay give me your number and later I'm a hit you up
If you sleep I get you up, ride over and pick you up
If it's clean I'll lick you up! Yea do you research
I'll rock that ass to sleep and have you sleeping in my tee shirt
Just came home from getting my South Beach on
You know I ran the streets like a dog without a leash on
She trynna get her freak on, come hop up on this ski jet
You scared of that water of you just scared to get your weave wet
Barely got your feet wet, guess I know where we headed
Trynna see trhow it back let's check your reflexes
Good Lord, didn't know what I was in for!
You can be my cuddy buddy, baby what are friends for
I spend up the tempo them other niggas lazy
Can't f*ck with nothing younger than the 80's
I'm grown and I'm looking for some ladies
Ladies, yeah
(Ladies) With your fat ass booty and your purty ass weave!
(Beautiful ladies) It ain't tricking but I got a couple tricks under my sleeves
(Ladies) Hey, ay clap your hands one time if you know you look good
(All you ladies) Yea look ow if your from the suburbs of the hood
(Beautiful ladies) I'm lookin for some (Ladies)
[Lee Fields:]
Hey girl, what's yo name?
Oh wow, you look so nice.
I know you man is satisfied.
Ay young lady, what's yo name?
Oh wow, I know yo man is pleased
All the way down to his knees
And what's yo name?
Tell me, I know yo man is worried,
About where you are tonight, huh.
Well ladies, all you ladies, all over the world
I want you to help me sing this
Here we go!
Ladies
Beautiful ladies
Oh! Ladies
All you ladies
Beautiful ladies
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Til Infinity
Uh, yea let me warm up man, let me warm up man!
I got to warm up man!
Yea, Elite what up! Yea Warm Up
Yea, look niggas wanna know the formula for success, sheeitt, but I studied for this test
Ay nigga I'm better than the rest you just rest boy please
Me I'm trynna stretch my treasurer chest like some double D breast
So a nigga on a quest no question, so I tell em birds no nesting
Laying in my bed I hope to lay a niggas egg, No- you'll never hatch mines
Baby, you don't match mines
I'm trynna shine like the bat sign when it's crime and the gats flyin up in Gotham
Watch em
Far from a thug but I'll drop one
Far from a scrub but I'll mop them
Watch em better leave em alone like Stockton when he retired
Shit your shit is fire boy stop
I don't buy, boy caught, stop laying
Ya shit is not hot man if niggas not buying
It's not rocket science
But the way I rock it help me build up my alliance
These niggas ain't playing in New York like the Giants-ha!
A little line to show love to the city that got no love
Don't want to see a nigga grow rather see a nigga hold-up
That's cold blooded, well never to fail
If you can make it here you can make if from heaven to hell
I'm just a little nigga strait out the Ville
Always been sick probably never get well
And no time soon, step to a nigga get 4 times 2
Bet the way I spit it leave your mind blue with more rhymes due
Nigga you tryning who?
Sheeit, nigga you tryning me bitch I'm better than all them niggas you trynna be
Shit, nigga you trying me? Bitch I'm better than all them niggas you trynna be
Look, it's no time to chill I'm trynna get Mills
There's not time to chill I'm trynna build
Bitch there's no time to chill I'm trynna get Mills
There's not time to chill I'm trynna build
It's no time to chill I'm trynna get Mills
There's not time to chill I'm trynna build
Bitch it's no time to chill nigga! Yep
I got to warm up man!
Yea, Elite what up! Yea Warm Up
Yea, look niggas wanna know the formula for success, sheeitt, but I studied for this test
Ay nigga I'm better than the rest you just rest boy please
Me I'm trynna stretch my treasurer chest like some double D breast
So a nigga on a quest no question, so I tell em birds no nesting
Laying in my bed I hope to lay a niggas egg, No- you'll never hatch mines
Baby, you don't match mines
I'm trynna shine like the bat sign when it's crime and the gats flyin up in Gotham
Watch em
Far from a thug but I'll drop one
Far from a scrub but I'll mop them
Watch em better leave em alone like Stockton when he retired
Shit your shit is fire boy stop
I don't buy, boy caught, stop laying
Ya shit is not hot man if niggas not buying
It's not rocket science
But the way I rock it help me build up my alliance
These niggas ain't playing in New York like the Giants-ha!
A little line to show love to the city that got no love
Don't want to see a nigga grow rather see a nigga hold-up
That's cold blooded, well never to fail
If you can make it here you can make if from heaven to hell
I'm just a little nigga strait out the Ville
Always been sick probably never get well
And no time soon, step to a nigga get 4 times 2
Bet the way I spit it leave your mind blue with more rhymes due
Nigga you tryning who?
Sheeit, nigga you tryning me bitch I'm better than all them niggas you trynna be
Shit, nigga you trying me? Bitch I'm better than all them niggas you trynna be
Look, it's no time to chill I'm trynna get Mills
There's not time to chill I'm trynna build
Bitch there's no time to chill I'm trynna get Mills
There's not time to chill I'm trynna build
It's no time to chill I'm trynna get Mills
There's not time to chill I'm trynna build
Bitch it's no time to chill nigga! Yep
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The Badness
Yea,
Keep following me
Keep calling me
Yea,
Yea,
Yea
Ay, believe in God like the sun up in the sky!
Science can tell us how (but) they can't tell us why
I seen a baby cry then seconds later she laughed,
The beauty of life - the pain never lasts
The rain always past, the sun don't always shine
When it's gone I'm lonely, but when it's there I'm fine
I hate the winter time because the nights come quicker
The light make them whites think I'm a nice young nigga
But at night they think twice and walk a little faster
It's funny, 100 years ago I would of called Id a call this nigga masta
How the tables turn but still the fire burning huh
I feel the heat the world is a dryer turning, turning
I'm looking for some higher learning, learning
Girl you what I desire, yearning, yearning
You cay I'm easily distracted
I think the problem is I'm easily attracted by the darkside
The temptation got me questioning where my heart lies
I'm trynna separate myself like apartheid
But ay the liquor keep swallowing
I swear I walk with God but the devil keep following
I say the devil keep following, following
I say the devil keep following, following
I say the devil keep following, following
[Omen:]
Uh
Feel like I'm riding on a chartered plane of broken hearted pain
Turbulence is constant my pilot has gone insane
If I can find a parachute to parasail,
Maybe these parasites of paranoia won't prevail
Character dope as hell, but where is my parallel sweetheart?
Deep thoughts lost in my brain so I sleep hard - nights with no progress
Man I'm thinking like I'll probably find a Locness in the projects before I find this-
Object of my love, this object of my heart
Couture strings have strum in search of my counterpart
Bound to start drinking or smoking, sinking this ocean
Leaping through the badness hoping I'm reaching for closeness
Feel like the devil keep following me
Feel like the devil keep following me
Uh!
Keep following me
Keep calling me
Yea,
Yea,
Yea
Ay, believe in God like the sun up in the sky!
Science can tell us how (but) they can't tell us why
I seen a baby cry then seconds later she laughed,
The beauty of life - the pain never lasts
The rain always past, the sun don't always shine
When it's gone I'm lonely, but when it's there I'm fine
I hate the winter time because the nights come quicker
The light make them whites think I'm a nice young nigga
But at night they think twice and walk a little faster
It's funny, 100 years ago I would of called Id a call this nigga masta
How the tables turn but still the fire burning huh
I feel the heat the world is a dryer turning, turning
I'm looking for some higher learning, learning
Girl you what I desire, yearning, yearning
You cay I'm easily distracted
I think the problem is I'm easily attracted by the darkside
The temptation got me questioning where my heart lies
I'm trynna separate myself like apartheid
But ay the liquor keep swallowing
I swear I walk with God but the devil keep following
I say the devil keep following, following
I say the devil keep following, following
I say the devil keep following, following
[Omen:]
Uh
Feel like I'm riding on a chartered plane of broken hearted pain
Turbulence is constant my pilot has gone insane
If I can find a parachute to parasail,
Maybe these parasites of paranoia won't prevail
Character dope as hell, but where is my parallel sweetheart?
Deep thoughts lost in my brain so I sleep hard - nights with no progress
Man I'm thinking like I'll probably find a Locness in the projects before I find this-
Object of my love, this object of my heart
Couture strings have strum in search of my counterpart
Bound to start drinking or smoking, sinking this ocean
Leaping through the badness hoping I'm reaching for closeness
Feel like the devil keep following me
Feel like the devil keep following me
Uh!
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Hold It Down
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yup (for my niggas, ayy, hold me down)
(Uh, this to my ladies)
(Hold me down)
Yeah (hold me down)
Ayy
Ayy, if my heart stop pumpin' tomorrow, don't feel no sorrow (nah)
'Cause life is hard mentally (yeah) and everything is meant to be
Sometimes, I ask myself, if I was gone, who would remember me?
It's hard to tell, oh well, sit back and sip this Hennessy
Now lately, it's been hard to tell my friends 'part from my enemies
'Cause plenty niggas show me love, but in they hearts, they envy me, why?
I'm just a nigga from around the way
Told my mama I'll make it happen and I found a way
Pour out some liquor for my niggas at the crossroads (rest in peace)
And may the Lord give guidance to the lost souls
I know that deep inside, these niggas know it's more to life
Than mackin' hoes and stacking dough, man, I'm sorta like
A nigga who done seen greener grass
So when they think they ballin' like the Dream Team
My nigga, I done seen meaner cash
And I'm tryna get it, follow me, nigga, I'm on the prowl (yeah)
Headed to the top, you watchin' me, nigga?
Then hold it down
Hold it down, if you need to holla at me
Don't hesitate to call, it ain't a problem
I can be there, I'll ride for you, lie for you (yeah)
I know you'd do the same, I would die for you
So hold me down
When the times is hard, I'll be around (I'll be around, nigga)
Yeah, so hold it down
And it don't matter how far, I'll be around (yeah)
Yeah, I'll hold it down
You was my nigga from the younger days
We grew up, I went to school, you went the other way (my nigga)
But still my brother, man, I'm sitting, reminiscing on (yeah)
All of them bitches we was trippin' over kissin' on
Or at the skatin' rink, you tryna bag some new hoes
And If I needed gear, you let me hold your new clothes
And vice-a-versa, man
But now that life is worser, man, a nigga slow cakin' (man)
I'm broke tryna chase a dream, you just got probation and I'm stressed
Your little sister pregnant, what's next?
Oh shit, my mama doin' drugs, at times, it's hard to feel blessed
In this madness, I holla at my nigga in the sadness
Remember when your mama tried to beat you with that bat? Shit
Remember your chick Nina? Man, that ass was the fattest (damn)
Remember my crush on Sabrina? Yo, she still the baddest
I'm just glad that I can holla at you, it's been a while
And 'til the next time I hear from you, ayy, hold it down
Hold it down, if you need to holla at me
Don't hesitate to call, it ain't a problem
I can be there, I'll ride for you, lie for you (yeah)
I know you'd do the same, I would die for you
So hold it down
And when the times is hard, I'll be around (yeah, I'll be around)
Yeah, so hold me down (yeah)
And it don't matter how far, I'll be around (yeah)
Yeah, I'll hold it down
Ayy, these is tough times, baby, but we'll make it through
You know I'm headed for the top, I swear I'm takin' you
Just hold a nigga down through this bad weather
The rain fallin', ain't ballin', but I have better
A woman with an ass and a strong mind, it's been a long time (yeah)
Sometimes, you on your bullshit, sometimes, I'm on mine
Will I have a hard time to stay committed?
Or do I only want your voice moanin' when I hit it?
Man, only God knows
I know deep in your heart, you don't want me to be no star, though
There's groupies after every show, you scared I'm f*ckin' every ho
And, girl, I ain't gon' lie and say I won't, 'cause, shit, you never know
But may the Lord give me strength, I love you more than anything
The future mother of my kids (hey)
The love is real and if we ever part, God forbid
I love you still, so when I'm on the road, don't trip
You know I'm down for you
Keep it tight and don't slip and hold it down for me
Hold it down, if you need to holla at me
Don't hesitate to call, it ain't a problem (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can be there, I'll ride for you, lie for you (yeah, for all my niggas)
I know you'd do the same, I would die for you (yeah)
And hold me down
When the times is hard, I'll be around (call me when you need me)
Yeah, so hold me down
And it don't matter how far, I'll be around (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'll hold it down (call me when you need me)
Ayy, call me when you need me
Uh, call me when you need me (I'll hold it down)
Call me when you need me
I, I (I'll hold it down)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yup (for my niggas, ayy, hold me down)
(Uh, this to my ladies)
(Hold me down)
Yeah (hold me down)
Ayy
Ayy, if my heart stop pumpin' tomorrow, don't feel no sorrow (nah)
'Cause life is hard mentally (yeah) and everything is meant to be
Sometimes, I ask myself, if I was gone, who would remember me?
It's hard to tell, oh well, sit back and sip this Hennessy
Now lately, it's been hard to tell my friends 'part from my enemies
'Cause plenty niggas show me love, but in they hearts, they envy me, why?
I'm just a nigga from around the way
Told my mama I'll make it happen and I found a way
Pour out some liquor for my niggas at the crossroads (rest in peace)
And may the Lord give guidance to the lost souls
I know that deep inside, these niggas know it's more to life
Than mackin' hoes and stacking dough, man, I'm sorta like
A nigga who done seen greener grass
So when they think they ballin' like the Dream Team
My nigga, I done seen meaner cash
And I'm tryna get it, follow me, nigga, I'm on the prowl (yeah)
Headed to the top, you watchin' me, nigga?
Then hold it down
Hold it down, if you need to holla at me
Don't hesitate to call, it ain't a problem
I can be there, I'll ride for you, lie for you (yeah)
I know you'd do the same, I would die for you
So hold me down
When the times is hard, I'll be around (I'll be around, nigga)
Yeah, so hold it down
And it don't matter how far, I'll be around (yeah)
Yeah, I'll hold it down
You was my nigga from the younger days
We grew up, I went to school, you went the other way (my nigga)
But still my brother, man, I'm sitting, reminiscing on (yeah)
All of them bitches we was trippin' over kissin' on
Or at the skatin' rink, you tryna bag some new hoes
And If I needed gear, you let me hold your new clothes
And vice-a-versa, man
But now that life is worser, man, a nigga slow cakin' (man)
I'm broke tryna chase a dream, you just got probation and I'm stressed
Your little sister pregnant, what's next?
Oh shit, my mama doin' drugs, at times, it's hard to feel blessed
In this madness, I holla at my nigga in the sadness
Remember when your mama tried to beat you with that bat? Shit
Remember your chick Nina? Man, that ass was the fattest (damn)
Remember my crush on Sabrina? Yo, she still the baddest
I'm just glad that I can holla at you, it's been a while
And 'til the next time I hear from you, ayy, hold it down
Hold it down, if you need to holla at me
Don't hesitate to call, it ain't a problem
I can be there, I'll ride for you, lie for you (yeah)
I know you'd do the same, I would die for you
So hold it down
And when the times is hard, I'll be around (yeah, I'll be around)
Yeah, so hold me down (yeah)
And it don't matter how far, I'll be around (yeah)
Yeah, I'll hold it down
Ayy, these is tough times, baby, but we'll make it through
You know I'm headed for the top, I swear I'm takin' you
Just hold a nigga down through this bad weather
The rain fallin', ain't ballin', but I have better
A woman with an ass and a strong mind, it's been a long time (yeah)
Sometimes, you on your bullshit, sometimes, I'm on mine
Will I have a hard time to stay committed?
Or do I only want your voice moanin' when I hit it?
Man, only God knows
I know deep in your heart, you don't want me to be no star, though
There's groupies after every show, you scared I'm f*ckin' every ho
And, girl, I ain't gon' lie and say I won't, 'cause, shit, you never know
But may the Lord give me strength, I love you more than anything
The future mother of my kids (hey)
The love is real and if we ever part, God forbid
I love you still, so when I'm on the road, don't trip
You know I'm down for you
Keep it tight and don't slip and hold it down for me
Hold it down, if you need to holla at me
Don't hesitate to call, it ain't a problem (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can be there, I'll ride for you, lie for you (yeah, for all my niggas)
I know you'd do the same, I would die for you (yeah)
And hold me down
When the times is hard, I'll be around (call me when you need me)
Yeah, so hold me down
And it don't matter how far, I'll be around (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'll hold it down (call me when you need me)
Ayy, call me when you need me
Uh, call me when you need me (I'll hold it down)
Call me when you need me
I, I (I'll hold it down)
Writer: Jermaine Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Last Call
Yea, warm up!
La-la-la-laaaa
La lala la lalaaaa
Ay yea Fayettenam
Now I am,
Hey, and they ask and they ask
And they ask and I tell 'em,
It's the Fayettenam
Hey, and yo glasses and yo glasses
And yo glasses to the sky and
Yea Warm Up,
This is the last call for alcohol
This is the Warm Up!
Warm up!
Yea, look
Now to the few niggas out there who heard my last shit
Which if I must say so myself that was a classic
I never been the type to ride my own coat tail
But it's obvious I'm here to stay, a f*cking hotel
I came up, I warmed up! The next up, I blow up!
If you ain't peep the trend by now, with each rap I go up
Look all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just faded
But tell me what's a deal when you want to be the greatest?
So Jay I appreciate it, hell of a stepping stone
Wonder if he see it in my eyes I'm trying to get the throne
Wonder if the people know how many nights I spent alone
Making beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting time
Gettin' better but wasn't getting younger
And all that time can make the most confident nigga wonder
But never doubt it or allowed that shit to phase me yo
Just switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio
Nigga now I am
Yeah yeah and they ask and they ask
And they ask and I tell 'em,
Mr. Fayettenam
Wave yo glasses and yo glasses
And yo glasses to the sky and
Ay I'm Warmed Up my nigga,
Hey, this is the last call for alcohol
This is the Warm Up!
Yeah!
So get yo back up off the wall
Yea,
Now may I never slip up or let my grip up
I know my girl be prayin' Lord just keep his pants zipped up!
Now it's some groupie bitch is his his dick that make it stiff up,
At least give the nigga commonsense to wrap his dick up
Toast the spliff up, our glasses then we sip up,
We fly past they look up, they don't last we give up
They don't blast we clip up, then empty
And indeed we hit the target yes
These niggas think they the shit and they ain't even farted yet
Style incomplete like a garbage ass quarterback
My office is forreal ay f*ck sack,
Niggas getting coffin in the Ville way too often and it feels wrong
New York Niggas f*ck with me I got em singing Ville songs
I guess it's only right cause we grew up singing they shit
Big shit, Mase shit, Nas shit, Jay shit
Time for a Carolina nigga to take his place with the greats
A slim nigga making bold statements
Uh, ay J. Cole how you do that there?
I hear you blowing up, my nigga I'm like, true that yea,
In NY but smile everytime I flew back there
That Carolina, Fayettenam oh yea my crew back there
I go home, been so long they saying, you back here?
Took a turn for the worst boy don't move back here
Don't do that! Yo who that?
He rep the Ville when he spit it
Told you he be back with a record deal and he did it
Nigga, f*ck spinning on my pivot homie,
I'm finna travel to the refs blow the whistle on me
I got a whole f*ckig city that's just sitting on me
But yea it fits on my back, my state is sitting on that
Will I drop? I think not, I get up while they stop
Like a sleeve on tank tops, they ain't give it all they got
So they flop, so hey watch, how I'm finna take their spot
Now I'm starting and they not, let me show you how to stay hot
I play not man I'm killing em even your idols feeling em dog
The same nigga who used to chill in the mall
While they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rap
The hero fighting villains just to put the Ville on the map
Now I am
Yeah yeah and they ask and they ask
And they ask and I tell 'em,
It's the Fayettenam
Wave yo glasses and yo glasses
And yo glasses to the sky and
Hey yeah, this is the last call for alcohol
This is the f*ckin' Warm Up!
Yeah, get yo ass up off the wall
[Talking]
La-la-la-laaaa
La lala la lalaaaa
Ay yea Fayettenam
Now I am,
Hey, and they ask and they ask
And they ask and I tell 'em,
It's the Fayettenam
Hey, and yo glasses and yo glasses
And yo glasses to the sky and
Yea Warm Up,
This is the last call for alcohol
This is the Warm Up!
Warm up!
Yea, look
Now to the few niggas out there who heard my last shit
Which if I must say so myself that was a classic
I never been the type to ride my own coat tail
But it's obvious I'm here to stay, a f*cking hotel
I came up, I warmed up! The next up, I blow up!
If you ain't peep the trend by now, with each rap I go up
Look all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just faded
But tell me what's a deal when you want to be the greatest?
So Jay I appreciate it, hell of a stepping stone
Wonder if he see it in my eyes I'm trying to get the throne
Wonder if the people know how many nights I spent alone
Making beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting time
Gettin' better but wasn't getting younger
And all that time can make the most confident nigga wonder
But never doubt it or allowed that shit to phase me yo
Just switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio
Nigga now I am
Yeah yeah and they ask and they ask
And they ask and I tell 'em,
Mr. Fayettenam
Wave yo glasses and yo glasses
And yo glasses to the sky and
Ay I'm Warmed Up my nigga,
Hey, this is the last call for alcohol
This is the Warm Up!
Yeah!
So get yo back up off the wall
Yea,
Now may I never slip up or let my grip up
I know my girl be prayin' Lord just keep his pants zipped up!
Now it's some groupie bitch is his his dick that make it stiff up,
At least give the nigga commonsense to wrap his dick up
Toast the spliff up, our glasses then we sip up,
We fly past they look up, they don't last we give up
They don't blast we clip up, then empty
And indeed we hit the target yes
These niggas think they the shit and they ain't even farted yet
Style incomplete like a garbage ass quarterback
My office is forreal ay f*ck sack,
Niggas getting coffin in the Ville way too often and it feels wrong
New York Niggas f*ck with me I got em singing Ville songs
I guess it's only right cause we grew up singing they shit
Big shit, Mase shit, Nas shit, Jay shit
Time for a Carolina nigga to take his place with the greats
A slim nigga making bold statements
Uh, ay J. Cole how you do that there?
I hear you blowing up, my nigga I'm like, true that yea,
In NY but smile everytime I flew back there
That Carolina, Fayettenam oh yea my crew back there
I go home, been so long they saying, you back here?
Took a turn for the worst boy don't move back here
Don't do that! Yo who that?
He rep the Ville when he spit it
Told you he be back with a record deal and he did it
Nigga, f*ck spinning on my pivot homie,
I'm finna travel to the refs blow the whistle on me
I got a whole f*ckig city that's just sitting on me
But yea it fits on my back, my state is sitting on that
Will I drop? I think not, I get up while they stop
Like a sleeve on tank tops, they ain't give it all they got
So they flop, so hey watch, how I'm finna take their spot
Now I'm starting and they not, let me show you how to stay hot
I play not man I'm killing em even your idols feeling em dog
The same nigga who used to chill in the mall
While they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rap
The hero fighting villains just to put the Ville on the map
Now I am
Yeah yeah and they ask and they ask
And they ask and I tell 'em,
It's the Fayettenam
Wave yo glasses and yo glasses
And yo glasses to the sky and
Hey yeah, this is the last call for alcohol
This is the f*ckin' Warm Up!
Yeah, get yo ass up off the wall
[Talking]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Losing My Balance
Yea huh,
Yea one, two, one, two, one, two
One, two, one two uh-huh
Yea, uh
Yea uh
Miss high profile caught you shopping on Canal
I guess it makes sense, your scene's as phony as your style
Your hair and your nails just as phony as your smile
Fake eyelashes, you drew your eyebrows
It make a brother ask, do you pride yourself?
Your make up like a mask, tryna hide yourself
It seems on the outside you thinking you the shit
But there's a soul that's inside that you don't even knew exist
So you so out of touch that the world mistreat you,
Rich niggas f*ck you and broke niggas beat you
Hoping this will reach you when you understand
That your value ain't determined by another man
Cause right now you let them brothers get the upper hand
And you just tell them go deep like Cunningham
And you just let them OD like Len Bias
And that pussy so good he let his friends try it
Losing your balance, yea uh
Losing your balance, yea uh
Losing your balance,
Girl you losing your balance uh, yea
Don't slip don't fall,
Just a get a grip my nigga hold on
Don't lose your balance,
Don't lose your balance
I look around at my city this is SinVille
That boy 11 years old and can inhale
Sometimes I ride around wondering if we in hell
Or why the cops love to throw a nigga in jail
I'm bout to lose it I just had another friend killed
Over some bullshit this cycle's like a windmill
I had a convo with my soul I asked it "When will, this shit change? "
It said boy "Just use them pen skills"-
And so I write this for my niggas on the corner
Love you cause you my brother so I feel I got to warn ya
This shit ain't set up for a young brother to advance
On that note, you niggas playing right into their hands
Damn, better get yourself some goals, you niggas better dream
I know the hood raised you but there's bigger better things
And for those that passed I need a moment of silence
Sssssshhhhh
Yea and don't be losing your balance
Don't be losing your balance,
Don't be losing your balance,
My nigga don't be losing your balance,
Uh yea so don't slip, don't fall
Just a get a grip my nigga hold on
Don't lose your balance, uh
Don't lose your balance
I got a thing for this little mama
She do it to me plus her brain is forreal I'm a... sucka for love I guess
Won't catch her up in the club cause she ain't into that
Kind of chick that rather rent a flick and get intimate
Say she never f*ck with thug niggas only gentlemen
And yea that ass is fat but what's better is her intellect
Other men ah sweat her when we walk past
Can't even blame em' I did the same when I saw that ass
Match with the thin waist, brown with a slim face
Love the conversation and the kicks was like a sensai
Now she got me chillenin' with her all around the clock
My homeis beefin cause I never come around a lot
Keep on telling me I changed and things ain't the same
And ever since she came around I never want to hang
They tell me that it's foul how a chick will make me switch
But man I can't help it dog her mind got me whipped
I think I'm losing my balance
I think I'm losing my balance yea
She got me losing my balance, uh
She got me losing my balance,
But I won't slip I won't fall,
Just a get a grip and hold on
Losing my balance,
Losing my balance
Yea one, two, one, two, one, two
One, two, one two uh-huh
Yea, uh
Yea uh
Miss high profile caught you shopping on Canal
I guess it makes sense, your scene's as phony as your style
Your hair and your nails just as phony as your smile
Fake eyelashes, you drew your eyebrows
It make a brother ask, do you pride yourself?
Your make up like a mask, tryna hide yourself
It seems on the outside you thinking you the shit
But there's a soul that's inside that you don't even knew exist
So you so out of touch that the world mistreat you,
Rich niggas f*ck you and broke niggas beat you
Hoping this will reach you when you understand
That your value ain't determined by another man
Cause right now you let them brothers get the upper hand
And you just tell them go deep like Cunningham
And you just let them OD like Len Bias
And that pussy so good he let his friends try it
Losing your balance, yea uh
Losing your balance, yea uh
Losing your balance,
Girl you losing your balance uh, yea
Don't slip don't fall,
Just a get a grip my nigga hold on
Don't lose your balance,
Don't lose your balance
I look around at my city this is SinVille
That boy 11 years old and can inhale
Sometimes I ride around wondering if we in hell
Or why the cops love to throw a nigga in jail
I'm bout to lose it I just had another friend killed
Over some bullshit this cycle's like a windmill
I had a convo with my soul I asked it "When will, this shit change? "
It said boy "Just use them pen skills"-
And so I write this for my niggas on the corner
Love you cause you my brother so I feel I got to warn ya
This shit ain't set up for a young brother to advance
On that note, you niggas playing right into their hands
Damn, better get yourself some goals, you niggas better dream
I know the hood raised you but there's bigger better things
And for those that passed I need a moment of silence
Sssssshhhhh
Yea and don't be losing your balance
Don't be losing your balance,
Don't be losing your balance,
My nigga don't be losing your balance,
Uh yea so don't slip, don't fall
Just a get a grip my nigga hold on
Don't lose your balance, uh
Don't lose your balance
I got a thing for this little mama
She do it to me plus her brain is forreal I'm a... sucka for love I guess
Won't catch her up in the club cause she ain't into that
Kind of chick that rather rent a flick and get intimate
Say she never f*ck with thug niggas only gentlemen
And yea that ass is fat but what's better is her intellect
Other men ah sweat her when we walk past
Can't even blame em' I did the same when I saw that ass
Match with the thin waist, brown with a slim face
Love the conversation and the kicks was like a sensai
Now she got me chillenin' with her all around the clock
My homeis beefin cause I never come around a lot
Keep on telling me I changed and things ain't the same
And ever since she came around I never want to hang
They tell me that it's foul how a chick will make me switch
But man I can't help it dog her mind got me whipped
I think I'm losing my balance
I think I'm losing my balance yea
She got me losing my balance, uh
She got me losing my balance,
But I won't slip I won't fall,
Just a get a grip and hold on
Losing my balance,
Losing my balance
Writer: Jermaine Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Warm Up is the second official mixtape from American rapper J. Cole. It was released on June 15, 2009. J. Cole produced the majority of the mixtape with help from Elite, and Syience. The mixtape has been viewed over 3,100,000 times, streamed over 451,000 times, and downloaded over 700,000 times on DatPiff. The mixtape went Double Platinum on DatPiff.
On November 22, 2024, the mixtape was re-released onto streaming platforms, accompanying the third episode release of Cole's audio podcast series Inevitable, which focused on this mixtape.
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Performed By:
J. ColeOn November 22, 2024, the mixtape was re-released onto streaming platforms, accompanying the third episode release of Cole's audio podcast series Inevitable, which focused on this mixtape.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s): Conscious hip hop, jazz, rap
Producer(s): A-Plus, Elite, J. Cole, Kanye West, Ski Beatz, Syience, Butch
Length: 69:46
Released: June 15th, 2009
Year: 2009