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Drake

God’s Plan

God's Plan by Drake

And they wishin' and wishin' And wishin' and wishin', they wishin' on me Yeah I been movin' calm, don't start no trouble with me Tryna keep it peaceful is a struggle for me Don't pull up at 6 AM to cuddle with me You know how I like it when you lovin' on me I don't wanna die for them to miss me Yes, I see the things that they wishin' on me Hope I got some brothers that outlive me They gon' tell the story, shit was different with me God's plan, God's plan I hold back, sometimes I won't, yeah I feel good, sometimes I don't (Ayy, don't) I finessed down Weston Road (Ayy, 'nessed) Might go down a G-O-D (Yeah, wait) I go hard on Southside G (Yeah, wait) I make sure that north-side eat And still Bad things It's a lot of bad things that they wishin' and wishin' And wishin' and wishin', they wishin' on me Bad things It's a lot of bad things that they wishin' and wishin' And wishin' and wishin', they wishin' on me Yeah, ayy, ayy You might also like She say, "Do you love me?" I tell her, "Only partly I only love my bed and my mama, I'm sorry" Fifty Dub, I even got it tatted on me Eighty-one, they'll bring the crashers to the party And you know me Turn the O2 into the O3, dog Without 40, Oli, there'd be no me 'Magine if I never met the broskies God's plan, God's plan I can't do this on my own, ayy (No, ayy) Someone watchin' this shit close (Yep, close) I've been me since Scarlett Road, ayy (Road, ayy) Might go down as G-O-D (Yeah, wait, yeah) I go hard on Southside G (Ayy, wait, ayy) I make sure that north-side eat, yeah And still Bad things It's a lot of bad things that they wishin' and wishin' And wishin' and wishin', they wishin' on me Yeah, yeah Bad things It's a lot of bad things that they wishin' and wishin' And wishin' and wishin', they wishin' on me Yeah

Drake

In My Feelings

In My Feelings by Drake

Trap, TrapMoneyBenny This shit got me in my feelings Gotta be real with it, yeah Kiki, do you love me? Are you riding? Say you'll never ever leave from beside me 'Cause I want ya, and I need ya And I'm down for you always KB, do you love me? Are you riding? Say you'll never ever leave from beside me 'Cause I want ya, and I need ya And I'm down for you always Look, the new me is really still the real me I swear you gotta feel me before they try and kill me They gotta make some choices, they runnin' out of options 'Cause I've been goin' off and they don't know when it's stoppin' And when you get to toppin', I see that you've been learnin' And when I take you shoppin', you spend it like you earned it And when you popped off on your ex he deserved it I thought you were the one from the jump, that confirmed it TrapMoneyBenny, ayy I buy you Champagne but you love some Henny From the block like you Jenny I know you special, girl, 'cause I know too many You might also like 'Resha, do you love me? Are you riding? Say you'll never ever leave from beside me 'Cause I want ya, and I need ya And I'm down for you always JT, do you love me? Are you riding? Say you'll never ever leave from beside me 'Cause I want ya, and I need ya And I'm down for you always Two bad bitches and we kissin' in the Wraith Kissin'-kissin' in the Wraith, kiss-kissin' in the Wraith I need that black card and the code to the safe Code to the safe, code-code to the safe-safe I show him how that neck work Fuck that Netflix and chill—what's your net-net-net worth? 'Cause I want ya, and I need ya And I'm down for you always Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, he bad And I'm down for you always Yeah, yeah, yeah, guess who's back And I'm down for you always D-down for you al– Black biggy biggy black biggy black blake D-d-down for you always I got a new boy, and that nigga trade! Kiki, do you love me? Are you riding? Say you'll never ever leave from beside me 'Cause I want you, and I need you And I'm down for you always KB, do you love me? Are you riding? Say you'll never ever leave from beside me 'Cause I want ya, and I– Skate and Smoke and Rap Now let me see you Bring that ass, bring that ass, bring that ass back! B-bring that ass, bring that ass, bring that ass back! Shawty say the nigga that she with can't hit But shawty, I'ma hit it, hit it like I can't miss Now let me see you Clap that ass, you're the only one I love Clap that ass, clap-clap that ass! Bring that ass back! Clap-clap-clap that ass, you're the only one I love Let's go, let's go, let's go! Bring that ass back! Trap, TrapMoneyBenny This shit got me in my feelings Gotta be real with it, yup BlaqNmilD, you a genius, you diggin' me? I don't even care, I need a photo with Drake Because my Instagram is weak as fuck I'm just being real, my shit, look–

Drake

Hotline Bling

Hotline Bling by Drake

You used to call me on my You used to, you used to Yeah You used to call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love Call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love And I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing Ever since I left the city, you Got a reputation for yourself now Everybody knows and I feel left out Girl, you got me down, you got me stressed out 'Cause ever since I left the city, you Started wearin' less and goin' out more Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor Hangin' with some girls I never seen before You used to call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love Call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing You might also like Ever since I left the city, you, you, you You and me, we just don't get along You make me feel like I did you wrong Goin' places where you don't belong Ever since I left the city, you You got exactly what you asked for Runnin' out of pages in your passport Hangin' with some girls I've never seen before You used to call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love Call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love And I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing These days, all I do is Wonder if you're bendin' over backwards for someone else Wonder if you're rollin' up a Backwoods for someone else Doing things I taught you, gettin' nasty for someone else You don't need no one else You don't need nobody else, no Why you never alone? Why you always touchin' road? Used to always stay at home Be a good girl, you was in the zone Yeah, you should just be yourself Right now, you're someone else You used to call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love Call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love And I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing Ever since I left the city—

Drake

One Dance

One Dance by Drake (Ft. Kyla & Wizkid)

Baby, I like your style Grips on your waist, front way, back way You know that I don't play Streets not safe but I never run away Even when I'm away Oti, oti There's never much love when we go OT I pray to make it back in one piece I pray, I pray That's why I need a one dance Got a Hennessy in my hand One more time 'fore I go Higher powers taking a hold on me I need a one dance Got a Hennessy in my hand One more time 'fore I go Higher powers taking a hold on me Baby, I like your style You might also like Strength and guidance All that I'm wishing for my friends Nobody makes it from my ends I had to bust up the silence You know you gotta stick by me Soon as you see the text, reply me I don't wanna spend time fighting We've got no time, and that's why I need a one dance Got a Hennessy in my hand One more time 'fore I go Higher powers taking a hold on me I need a one dance Got a Hennessy in my hand One more time 'fore I go Higher powers taking a hold on me Got a pretty girl and she love me long time Wine it, wine it, she love me long time Oh, yeah, very long time Back up, back up, back up, and wine am Back up, back up, and wine am, girl, just Back up, back up, back up, and wine am Oh, yeah, very long time Back, up, back up and wine am, girl Oh, tell me, I need to know Where do you wanna go? 'Cause if you're down, I'll take it slow Make you lose control Where, where, where Where, where, where, where (Oh, yeah, very long time) Where, where, where (Back up, back up, and wine am, girl) Where, where, where, where 'Cause if you're down (Back up, back up, and–) 'Cause if you're down (Back up, back up, and–) 'Cause if you're down (Back up, back up, and–) I need a one dance (Where, where, where) Got a Hennessy in my hand (Where, where, where, where) One more time 'fore I go (Where) Higher powers taking a hold on me (Where, where, where, where) I need a one dance Got a Hennessy in my hand One more time 'fore I go Higher powers taking a hold on me How do you spell "Hennessy?" I put two "N"s and two "S"es, is it like that? Hen... Henn... Henn... It's definitely not showing up I know "Hennessy" has two "S"es for sure, so I'm gonna take out one of the "N"s

Drake

Hold On, We’re Going Home

Hold On, We're Going Home by Drake (Ft. Majid Jordan)

I got my eyes on you You're everything that I see I want your hot love and emotion endlessly I can't get over you You left your mark on me I want your hot love and emotion endlessly 'Cause you're a good girl and you know it You act so different around me 'Cause you're a good girl and you know it I know exactly who you could be Just hold on, we're going home Just hold on, we're going home It's hard to do these things alone Just hold on, we're going home I got my eyes on you You're everything that I see I want your hot love and emotion endlessly I can't get over you You left your mark on me I want your hot love and emotion endlessly You might also like 'Cause you're a good girl and you know it You act so different around me 'Cause you're a good girl and you know it I know exactly who you could be So just hold on, we're going home (Going home) Just hold on, we're going home (Going home) It's hard to do these things alone (Things alone) Just hold on, we're going home (Going home, going home) You're the girl, you're the one Gave you everything I loved I think there's something, baby I think there's something, baby You're the girl, you're the one Gave you everything I loved (Oh) I think there's something, baby I think there's something, baby 'Cause you're a good girl and you know it You act so different around me 'Cause you're a good girl and you know it I know exactly who you could be Oh, just hold on, we're going home (Going home) Just hold on, we're going home (Going home) It's hard to do these things alone (Things alone) Just hold on, we're going home (Going home) Home (Going home) Hold on Oh, oh

Drake

Know Yourself

Know Yourself by Drake

Hol' it yute, hol' it, hol' it, hol' it, hol' it, hol' it No sleepin' in the streets! Shaky warrior Yeah, this that Oliver, 40, Niko shit man 15 Fort York shit, y'know? Boi-1da, what's poppin'? Yeah, yeah Runnin' through the 6 with my woes Countin' money, you know how it goes Pray the real live forever, man Pray the fakes get exposed I want that Ferrari, then I swerve I want that Bugatti, just to hurt I ain't rockin' my jewelry, that's on purpose Niggas want my spot and don't deserve it I don't like how serious they take themselves I've always been me, I guess I know myself Shakiness, man, I don't have no time for that My city too turned up, I'll take the fine for that This been where you find me at That's been where you find me at I know a nigga named Johnny Bling He put me on to the finer things Had a job sellin' Girbaud jeans I had a yellow TechnoMarine Then Kanye dropped, it was polos and backpacks Man, that was when Ethan was pushin' a Subaru hatchback Man, I'm talkin' way before hashtags I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes (Yeah!) You might also like I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes You know how that shit go You know how that shit go You know how that shit go Runnin' through the 6 with my woes You know how that shit go You know how that shit go You know how that shit go Don't fuck with them niggas, they too irrational, woah This is that nasty flow Top boy in this shit, I'm so international Reps up is in here Got P Reign and Chubby and TJ and Winnie and woah Yeah, and you know how that shit go I might declare it a holiday as soon as Baka get back on the road Yeah, but you know how that shit go They so irrational, they don't wanna patch it up They wanna mash it up, woah My nigga Jibba, he whip it, I ride in the passenger I'm way up, I stay up, I'm two up, I'm three up I had to get back to you, woah I'm turnin' into a nigga that thinks about money and women Like 24/7, that's where my life took me That's just how shit happened to go And you know Runnin' through the 6 with my, with my I was running through the 6 with my woes And you know how that shit go You know how that shit go You know how that shit go Runnin' through the 6 with my woes You know how that shit go You know how that shit go You know how that shit go Runnin' through the 6 with my woes You know how that shit go ...Shell out, all if yuh eye nuh big Always haffi look out, yuh no know if yuh head book out Dun know, a de Unruly boss, dis man No bomboclat, otha And if a boy nuh like OVO or Chromatic Yuh can jus suck yuh mada!! With no apology, if you nuh like we, we nuh like you neither youth Your girl a say we cute, if you diss you will get execute That's the truth, OVO Unruly (Machine gun shots) With my woes1.1KEmbed

Drake

Back to Back

Back to Back by Drake

Oh man Oh man, oh man Not again Yeah I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me Back to back for the niggas that didn't get the message Back to back, like I'm on the cover of Lethal Weapon Back to back, like I'm Jordan '96, '97 Woah—very important and very pretentious When I look back, I might be mad that I gave this attention Yeah, but it's weighin' heavy on my conscience Yeah, and fuck, you left The Boy no options I wanna see my niggas go insane You gon' make me step out of my fuckin' frame You gon' make me buy bottles for Charlamagne You gon' make me go out of my fuckin' way I waited four days, nigga, where y'all at? I drove here in the Wraith, playin' AR-AB I'm not sure what it was that really made y'all mad But I guess this is what I gotta do to make y'all rap I mean woah, can't fool the city, man, they know what's up Second floor at Tootsies, gettin' shoulder rubs This for y'all that think that I don't write enough They just mad 'cause I got the Midas touch You love her, then you gotta give the world to her Is that a world tour or your girl's tour? I know that you gotta be a thug for her This ain't what she meant when she told you to open up more Yeah, trigger fingers turn to Twitter fingers Yeah, you gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga I'm not the type of nigga that'll type to niggas And shout to all my boss bitches wifin' niggas Make sure you hit him with the prenup Then tell that man to ease up I did another one, I did another one You still ain't did shit about the other one You might also like I got the drink in me, going back to back Yeah, going back to back I got the drink in me, going back to back Yeah, I'm going back to back I don't wanna hear about this ever again Not even when she tell him that they better as friends Not even when you saying, "Drizzy, tell 'em again!" I been puttin' on a show, it was a sell-out event Oh, you need better seatin' I didn't wanna do it, gave me every reason The point I'm tryin' to make is I don't ever need 'em Seen what you'd do for fame, what would you do for freedom? Please, check 'em for a wire or a earpiece Please, please do not let these niggas near me Please, think before you come for the great one Please, who's a real nigga and who ain't one? Please, somebody stop me I'm talkin' boasy and gwanin wassy I got the fest in five days and it's my shit Soon as a nigga hit the stage, they gon' They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back Yeah, they want it back to back They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back I took a break from Views, now it's back to that, nigga (Six)1.3KEmbed

Drake

All Me

All Me by Drake (Ft. 2 Chainz & Big Sean)

I'm really stepping up my game These bitches gotta start paying me for this Can't get no more free, Randy Got everything, I got everything I cannot complain, I cannot I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot Fuck that, never mind what I got Nigga don't watch that 'cause I— Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me (yeah) No help, that's all me, all me for real Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me (2 Chainz) No help, that's all me, all me for real Money on my mind, you should think the same J's on, pinky ring, dogging these hoes, I need quarantine In the same league, but we don't ball the same (Ah) She want all the fame, I hear that shit all the time She said she love me, I said, "Baby girl, fall in line" Okay, made a million off a dinner fork, watch me switch it up Walked in, "Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!" You need that work, I got that work, got bitches in my condo Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note From the A to Toronto, we let the metal go off And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off This that sauce, this that dressing Givenchy, nigga, God bless you If having a bad bitch was a crime, I'd be arrested (Tru) You might also like Got everything, I got everything I cannot complain, I cannot I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot Fuck that, never mind what I got Nigga don't watch that 'cause I— Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me No help, that's all me, all me for real Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me No help, that's all me, all me for real I touched down in '86, knew I was the man by the age of 6 I even fucked the girl that used to babysit But that was years later on some crazy shit I heard your new shit, nigga hated it Damon Wayans, homie don't play that shit I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit And my latest shit is like a greatest hits Goddamn, ain't no wishing over on this side Y'all don't fuck with us, then we don't fuck with y'all It's no different over on this side Goddamn, should I listen to everybody or myself? 'Cause myself just told myself: "You're the motherfucking man, you don't need no help" Cashing checks and I’m bigging up my chest Y'all keep talking ‘bout who next, but I’m about as big as it gets I swear y'all just wasting y'all breath I’m the light skinned Keith Sweat, I'ma make it last forever It’s not your turn 'cause I ain't done yet Look, just understand that I'm on a roll like Cottonelle I was made for all of this shit And I’m on the road box office sales I’m getting paid for all of this shit Ask you to please excuse my table manners I was making room for the table dancers 'Cause if we judging off your advances Then I just got paid like eight advances, goddamn! Got everything, I got everything I cannot complain, I cannot I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot Fuck that, never mind what I got Nigga don't watch that 'cause I— Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me No help, that's all me, all me for real Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me— Ho, shut the fuck up! I got way too much on my mental I learn from what I've been through I'm finna do what I didn't do And still waking up like the rent's due Not complicated, it's simple I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full And to them hoes I'm everything—everything but gentle But I still take my time (Time) Man, I guess I'm just old fashioned Wearing retro sh—, that's old fashion Nigga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption I paint pics, see the shit, good sex, need to hit Keep a broad on the floor year 'round like season tickets I plead the fifth, drink a fifth, load the nine Leave you split, in the half, smoke a half, need a zip My new girl is on Glee and shit Probably making more money than me and shit I swear to God I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one I got 99 problems, getting rich ain't one Like I got trust issues I'm sorry for the people I've pushed out I'm the type to have a bullet-proof condom And still gotta pull out But that's just me and I ain't perfect I ain't a saint but I am worth it If it's one thing, I am worth it Niggas still hating but it ain't working Lil' bitch... Oh me, oh me, oh my I think I done fucked too many women from the 305 'Fore the end of this year I'll do King of Diamonds 3 more times Smoking on that kush all in our section Like it's legalized Girl, you can't always have your way Sometimes it be like that They don't really fuck with you like that They ain't never did me like that I just took my time, you got the shine I let you eat like that I been taught to never loan somebody What you need right back And I need that shit right back (No more free Randy) I’m blessed than a muhfucka Niggas been stressed than a muhfucka Niggas getting nervous Clutching they chests like a muhfucka Damn that’s a motherfucker Tell the truth, I don’t listen to you 'Cause I don’t like being lied to And that ship won’t sail And that wind won’t guide you Daddy was in jail, we was talking through the window Like a motherfucking drive-thru That was back then, man Now my niggas rich enough to do whatever I do

Drake

From Time

From Time by Drake (Ft. Jhené Aiko)

What's up? Been a minute since we kicked it, you've been caught up With them bitches, I don't get it, you're a star, love You shouldn't have to deal with that I'd never make you feel like that 'Cause I love me I love me enough for the both of us That's why you trust me I know you been through more than most of us So what are you What are you, what are you so afraid of? Darling, you You give, but you cannot take love Yeah, I needed to hear that shit, I hate when you're submissive Passive aggressive when we're texting, I feel the distance I look around the peers that surround me, these niggas tripping I like when money makes a difference but don't make you different Started realizing a couple places I could take it I want to get back to when I was that kid in the basement I want to take it deeper than money, pussy, vacation And influence a generation that's lacking in patience I've been dealing with my dad, speaking of lack of patience Just me and my old man getting back to basics We've been talking 'bout the future and time that we wasted When he put that bottle down, girl, that nigga's amazing Well, fuck it, we had a couple Coronas We might have rolled a white paper, just something to hold us We even talked about you and our couple of moments He said we should hash it out like a couple of grown-ups You a flower child, beautiful child, I'm in your zone Looking like you came from the seventies on your own My mother is sixty-six and her favorite line to hit me with is "Who the fuck wants to be seventy and alone?" You don't even know what you want from love anymore I search for something I'm missing and disappear when I'm bored But girl, what qualities was I looking for before? Who you settling for? Who better for you than the boy, huh? You might also like I love me I love me enough for the both of us That's why you trust me I know you been through more than most of us So what are you What are you, what are you so afraid of? Darling, you You give, but you cannot take love Uh, thinking 'bout Texas, back when Porscha used to work at Treasures Or further back than that, before I had the Houston leverage When I got Summer a Michael Kors with my momma's debit A weak attempt at flexing, I'll never forget it 'Cause that night I played her three songs Then we got to talking 'bout something we disagreed on Then she start telling me how I'll never be as big as Trey Songz Boy, was she wrong That was just negative energy for me to feed off Now it's therapeutic blowing money in the Galleria Or Beverly Center Macy's where I discovered Bria Landmarks of the muses that inspired the music When I could tell it was sincere without tryna prove it The one that I needed was Courtney from Hooters on Peachtree I've always been feeling like she was the piece to complete me Now she engaged to be married, what's the rush on commitment? Know we were going through some shit, name a couple that isn't? Remember our talk in the parking lot at the Ritz Girl, I felt like we had it all planned out I guess I fucked up the vision Learning the true consequences of my selfish decisions When you find out how I'm living, I just hope I'm forgiven It seem like you don't want this love anymore I'm acting out in the open, it's hard for you to ignore But girl, what qualities was I looking for before? Who you settling for? Who better for you than the boy, huh? I love me I love me enough for the both of us That's why you trust me I know you been through more than most of us So what are you What are you, what are you so afraid of? Darling, you You give, but you cannot take love Been Baka aka Not Nice from time, G Been a East Side ting Scarborough ting from time, G Been have up di ting dem from time, G So I don't know what's wrong with these Little wasteman out here, eh? Y'all need to know yourself

Drake

Fake Love

Fake Love by Drake

I've been down so long, it look like up to me They look up to me I got fake people showin' fake love to me Straight up to my face, straight up to my face I've been down so long, it look like up to me They look up to me I got fake people showin' fake love to me Straight up to my face, straight up to my face Somethin' ain't right when we talkin' Somethin' ain't right when we talkin' Look like you hidin' your problems Really you never was solid No, you can't "son" me You won't never get to run me Just when shit look out of reach I reach back like one, three Like one, three, yeah That's when they smile in my face Whole time they wanna take my place Whole time they wanna take my place Whole time they wanna take my place Yeah, I know they wanna take my place I can tell that love is fake I don't trust a word you say How you wanna clique up after your mistakes? Look you in the face, and it's just not the same You might also like I've been down so long, it look like up to me They look up to me I got fake people showin' fake love to me Straight up to my face, straight up to my face I've been down so long, it look like up to me They look up to me I got fake people showin' fake love to me Straight up to my face, straight up to my face Yeah, straight up to my face, tryna play it safe Vibe switch like night and day I can see it, like, right away I came up, you changed up I caught that whole play Since, things never been the same That's when they smile in my face Whole time they wanna take my place Whole time they wanna take my place Whole time they wanna take my place Yeah, I know they wanna take my place I can tell that love is fake (I can tell that love is fake) I don't trust a word you say (I don't trust a word) How you wanna clique up after your mistakes? (That's just what I heard) Look you in the face, and it's just not the same I've been down so long, it look like up to me They look up to me I got fake people showin' fake love to me Straight up to my face, straight up to my face I've been down so long, it look like up to me They look up to me I got fake people showin' fake love to me Straight up to my face, straight up to my face Skrrt And more chune for your headtop So watch how you speak on my name, you know?

Drake

0 to 100 / The Catch Up

0 to 100 / The Catch Up by Drake

Fuck bein' on some chill shit We go 0 to 100, nigga, real quick They be on that rap-to-pay-the-bills shit And I don't feel that shit, not even a little bit Oh, Lord, know yourself, know your worth, nigga My actions been louder than my words, nigga How you so high, but still so down to Earth, nigga? Niggas wanna do it, we can do it on they turf, nigga Oh, Lord, I'm the rookie and the vet Shoutout to the bitches out here holdin' down the set All up in my phone, lookin' at pictures from the other night She gon' be upset if she keep scrollin' to the left, dawg She gon' see some shit that she don't wanna see She ain't ready for it If I ain't the greatest, then I'm headed for it Yeah, that mean I'm way up (Way up) Yeah, the 6 ain't friendly, but that's where I lay up This shit a mothafuckin' lay-up I been Steph Curry with the shot Been cookin' with the sauce, Chef Curry with the pot, boy Ayy, who the fuck them niggas is, boy? OVO, man, we really with the shits, boy Yeah, really with the shits I should prolly sign to Hit-Boy 'cause I got all the hits, boy Fuck all that "Drake, you gotta chill" shit I be on my Lil Mouse drill shit Fuck all that rap-to-pay-your-bills shit Yeah, I'm on some Raptors-pay-my-bills shit All up on TV, I thought it'd make me richer Wasn't payin' me enough, I needed somethin' quicker So now I'm all in Niko basement puttin' work in on the phones Either that or drive to Money Mart to make the pickups Man, it's 2008, I'm tryna paint the picture Comeback Season in the works and now I'm thinkin' bigger I got 40 in the studio, every night, late night Gotta watch that shit, don't want to make him sicker That's my nigga Oh, Lord, got a whole lot to show for it I mean, we can really get it, we can go for it I'm just here for the bucks and the billis, nigga Don't make me kill one of the GOATs for it I run this shit, they like, "Go Forrest Run Forrest, run Forrest, go Forrest" Yeah, I mean you already wrote for us Damn, nigga, what's one more quote for us? Oh, Lord, who else soundin' like this? They ain't make me what I am, they just found me like this I was ready... fuck that, I've been ready Since my dad used to tell me He was comin' to the house to get me He ain't show up Valuable lesson, man, I had to grow up That's why I never ask for help I'll do it for you niggas and do it for myself You might also like I go 0 to 100, nigga, real quick Real quick, whole squad on that real shit 0 to 100, nigga, real quick Real quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga 0 to 100, nigga, real quick Real quick, whole squad on that real shit 0 to 100, nigga, real quick Real quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga Whole squad on that real shit Whole squad on that real shit Whole squad on that real shit, yeah The other night Lavish Lee told me that I'm all these people listen to She said they love me unconditional Imagine how it feel to watch another nigga at the top You know that if you wasn't you, you would be dissin' you, dawg Damn, okay, from that perspective I see what you're talkin' 'bout, no way to soften that 'Cause me, I was tryna find out where I lost 'em at But maybe I ain't lose 'em at all Maybe I keep movin' forward and they're just stagnant They ain't movin' at all But when they need a favor, who do they call? Maybe I'm searchin' for the problems Askin' what was said and who was involved Too focused on people's feedback and provin' 'em wrong They say the shoe can always fit, no matter whose foot it's on These days feel like I'm squeezin' in 'em Whoever wore 'em before just wasn't thinkin' big enough I'm 'bout to leave 'em with 'em 'Cause if I run in the game in these, man, the seams are splittin' No pun intended but they're smellin' defeat in the air Headed where nobody took it, who meetin' me there? They tell him that he's talkin' crazy but he doesn't care Bein' humble don't work as well as bein' aware Listen up, boy, you're better off eavesdroppin' We already got spring 2015 poppin' PND droppin', Reps-up P droppin' Majid Jordan droppin', OB droppin', not to mention me droppin' Feel like we paid the refs off, man, we fixed the game Me and Noel been at it before Twitter names Yeah, been on the move like the lease is up And I can't even name one person that's keepin' up Damn, fuck how it was in the past tense Ask yourself, how do we match up now? 'Cause I'm only 27 and I'm only gettin' better If I haven't passed you yet, watch me catch up now, for real Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up 2.6KEmbed

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Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2

Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2 by Drake (Ft. JAY-Z)

Good God Almighty—like back in the old days You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play, how to play it and you know, whether it's disco and rock But, uh, we just went in the studio and we did it We had the champagne in the studio, of course You know, compliments of the company And we just laid back and did it So we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as much as we enjoyed playing it for you Because we had a ball Only real music is gonna last All that other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frik C.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get the Get the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollar D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the-get the-get the-get the-get the Get the-get the-get the-get the mon-mon-money Frikki-frikki-frikki, dollar-dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) Yeah Uh, after hours at Il Mulino Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' women and vino The contract like '91 Dan Marino I swear this guy Michael Rapino's boosting my ego Overly focused, it's far from the time to rest now Debates growin' 'bout who they think is the best now Took a while, got the jokers out of the deck now I'm holdin' all the cards and niggas wanna play chess now I hear you talking, say it twice so I know you meant it Fuck it, I don't even tint it, they should know who's in it I'm authentic, real name, no gimmicks No game, no scrimmage, I ain't playin' with you niggas at all My classmates, they went on to be chartered accountants Or work with their parents But thinkin' back on how they treated me My high school reunion might be worth an appearance Make everybody have to go through security clearance Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn With the ink I could murder, word to my nigga Irv Yeah, I swear shit just started clickin', dog You know it's real when you are who you think you are You might also like Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frik C.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get the Get the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollar D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the-get the-get the-get the-get the Get the-get the-get the-get the mon-mon-money Frikki-frikki-frikki, dollar-dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) Uh, I had Benzes 'fore you had braces The all-black Maybach, but I'm not a racist Inside's whiter than Katy Perry's face is Yellow diamonds in my Jesús I just might learn to speak Mandarin Japanese for the yen that I'm handlin' International Hov, that's my handle My saint's Changó, light a candle El Gran Santo on the mantle Case y'all didn't know, I speak Spanish too, uh Shout out to World Wide Wes Everywhere we go, we leave a worldwide mess Yes, still Roc La Familia Says a lot about you if you not feeling us The homie said, "Hov, it ain't many of us" I told 'em, "Less is more, nigga, it's plenty of us" Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frik C.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get the Get the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollar D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, cake Five hundred million, I got a pound cake Niggas is frontin', that's upside-down cake Get 'em a red nose, they clown cakes They shoulda never let you 'round cake Look at my neck, I got a karat cake, uh Now here's the icin' on the cake Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, uh I'm just gettin' started, oh yeah, we got it, bitch I've done made more millionaires than the lotto did Dame made millions, Biggs made millions Ye made millions, Just made millions Lyor made millions, Cam made millions Beans'a tell you if he wasn't in his feelings Uh, I'm back in my bag My eyes bloodshot, but my jet don't lag A pair of Jordan 3's, tryna chase this cash Gucci airbag just in case we crash Uh, last night was mad trill I'm fresh out of Advil—Jesus, grab the wheel Yeah, uh Look, fuck all that "Happy to be here" shit that y'all want me on I'm the big homie, they still be tryna lil bro me, dog Like I should fall in line Like I should alert niggas when I'm 'bout to drop somethin' crazy And not say I'm the greatest of my generation Like I should be dressing different Like I should be less aggressive and pessimistic Like I should be way more nervous and less dismissive Like I should be on my best behavior and not talk my shit And do it major like the niggas who paved the way for us Like I didn't study the game to the letter And understand that I'm not doin' it the same Man, I'm doing it better Like I didn't make that clearer this year Like I should feel, I don't know, guilty for saying that They should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myself These are usually just some thoughts that I would share with myself But I thought "Fuck it", it's worth it to share 'em With someone else other than Paris for once I text her from time to time, she a mom now I guess sometimes life forces us to calm down I told her she could live with me if she need to, I got a compound But I think she's straight 'Cause she supported since Hot Beats Right before Wayne came and got me out of the back room Where I was rapping with Jas over beats that I shouldn't have In the hopes for the glory He walked right past in the hallway Three months later, I'm his artist He probably wouldn't remember that story But that shit stick with me always Couldn't believe when he called me You never know what could happen to you And I just spent four Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti And did that shit 'cause it's somethin' to do Yeah, I guess that's just who I became, dawg Nothing was the same, dawg

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The Motto

The Motto by Drake (Ft. Lil Wayne)

I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do ya? Type of money, everybody acting like they knew ya Go Uptown, New York City, bitch Them Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too Clubbin' hard, fuckin' women, there ain't much to do Wrist bling, got a condo up on Biscayne Still gettin' brain from a thang, ain't shit changed How you feel, how you feel, how you feel? Twenty-five, sitting on twenty-five mil', uh I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'ma do it for the Bay, okay Gettin' paid, we'll holler whenever that stop My team good, we don't really need a mascot Tell Tune light one, pass it like a relay YMCMB, you niggas more YMCA Me, Franny, and Mally Mall at the crib-o Shout goes out to Niko, J, and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo We got Santa Margherita by the liter She know even if I'm fucking with her, I don't really need her Aww, that's how you feel, man? That's really how you feel? 'Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill I mean maybe she won't, then again, maybe she will I can almost guarantee she know the deal, real nigga, what's up? You might also like Now she want a photo, you already know, though You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, YOLO And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up? One time, fuck one time I'm callin' niggas out like the umpire Seven grams in the blunt Almost drowned in her pussy, so I swam to her butt It's Eastside, we in this bitch Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch And if a leaf fall, put some weed in that bitch That's my MO, add a B to that shit I'm fucked up, tore down I'm twisted, doorknob Talk stupid, off with your head Nigga, money talks, and Mr. Ed, yeah I'm so Young Money Got a drum on the gun, Energizer Bunny Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar Ain't shit sweet, niggas on the street like hookers I tongue-kiss her other tongue Skeet, skeet, skeet, water gun Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt, Tunechi Now she want a photo, you already know, though (Yeah) You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, YOLO And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up? Real nigga, what's up? Now she want a photo, you already know, though You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, YOLO And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?

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Started from the Bottom

Started from the Bottom by Drake

Started— Zombie on the track Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin' here Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now my whole team here, nigga Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team fuckin' here I done kept it real from the jump Livin' at my momma's house, we'd argue every month Nigga, I was tryna get it on my own Workin' all night, traffic on the way home And my uncle callin' me, like, "Where you at? I gave you the keys, told you bring it right back” Nigga, I just think it's funny how it goes Now I'm on the road, half a million for a show, and we— Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin' here Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team fuckin' here Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga You might also like Boys tell stories 'bout the man Say I never struggled, wasn't hungry, yeah, I doubt it Nigga, I could turn your boy into the man There ain't really much out here that's poppin' off without us Nigga, we just want the credit where it's due I'ma worry 'bout me, give a fuck about you Nigga, just as a reminder to myself I wear every single chain, even when I'm in the house 'Cause we— Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin' here Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga No new niggas, nigga, we don't feel that Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? We don't like to do too much explainin' Story stayed the same, I never changed it No new niggas, nigga, we don't feel that Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? We don't like to do too much explainin' Story stayed the same through the money and the fame 'Cause we— Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin' here Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now my whole team here, nigga Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga

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Marvins Room

Marvins Room by Drake

Hello? Yeah, I just walked in Yeah, I'm good, you still working? Tonight, right now? Did I go out? Yeah, I went out, I went I went to a couple of clubs I never went to bed, shit Wine or water? Did you say something about a cold drink? I don't know I'm delirious Cups of the rosé Bitches in my old phone I should call one and go home I've been in this club too long The woman that I would try Is happy with a good guy But I've been drinkin' so much That I'ma call her anyway and say Fuck that nigga that you love so bad I know you still think about the times we had I say fuck that nigga that you think you found And since you pick up, I know he's not around, oh, oh You might also like Are you drunk right now? I'm just sayin' you could do better Tell me, have you heard that lately? I'm just sayin' you could do better And I'll start hatin' only if you make me Uh, cups of the XO All my people been here I see all of her friends here Guess she don't have the time to kick it no more Flight's in the morning What you doin' that's so important? I've been drinkin' so much That I'ma call you anyway and say Fuck that nigga that you love so bad I know you still think about the times we had I say fuck that nigga that you think you found And since you pick up, I know he's not around Are you drunk right now? I'm just sayin' you could do better Tell me, have you heard that lately? I'm just sayin' you could do better And I'll start hatin' only if you make me I think I'm addicted to naked pictures And sittin' talkin' 'bout bitches that we almost had I don't think I'm conscious of makin' monsters Outta the women I sponsor 'til it all goes bad But, shit, it's all good We threw a party, yeah, we threw a party Bitches came over, yeah, we threw a party I was just callin' 'cause they were just leavin' Talk to me, please, don't have much to believe in I need you right now, are you down to listen to me? Too many drinks have been given to me I got some women that's livin' off me Paid for their flights and hotels, I'm ashamed Bet that you know them, I won't say no names After a while, girl, they all seem the same I've had sex four times this week, I'll explain Havin' a hard time adjustin' to fame Sprite in there mixed up I've been talkin' crazy, girl, I'm lucky that you picked up Lucky that you stayed on I need someone to put this weight on Fuck, I'm sorry Are you drunk right now? I'm just sayin' you could do better Tell me, have you heard that lately? I'm just sayin' you could do better And I'll start hatin' only if you make me You not gon' come? I guess I'm 'bout to just kick it here then Just throw up while I hold your hair back Her white friend said, "You niggas crazy," I hope no one heard that Yeah, I hope no one heard that 'Cause if they did, we gon' be in some trouble, yeah If they did, we gon' be in some trouble, trouble, oh

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HYFR (Hell Ya Fucking Right)

HYFR (Hell Ya Fucking Right) by Drake (Ft. Lil Wayne)

Gotta do what I gotta do Yeah Uh All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait Or they go to Georgia State where Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta That she only see when she feels obligated Admitted it to me the first time we dated But she was no angel and we never waited I took her for sushi, she wanted to fuck So we took it to go, told 'em don't even plate it And we never talked too much after I blew up Just only "hello" or a "happy belated" And I think I text her and told her I made it And that's when she text me and told me she prayed it And that's when I text her and told her I love her Then right after, texted and told her I'm faded She asked what have I learned since getting richer? I learned workin' with the negatives could make for better pictures I learned Hennessy and enemies is one hell of a mixture Even though it's fucked up, girl, I'm still fuckin' with ya, damn Is it the fall? Time for me to revisit the past There's women to call, there's albums to drop, there's liquor involved There's stories to tell, we been through it all, damn Interviews are like confessions Get the fuck up out my dressing room, confusing me with questions like You might also like Do you love this shit? Are you high right now? Do you ever get nervous? Are you single? I heard you fuck your girl, is it true? You gettin' money? You think them niggas you with is with you? And I say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah Fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright And we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah Fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright Uh, so much for being optimistic They say love is in the air, so I Hold my breath 'til my face turn purple Keep a few bad bitches in my circle My nuts hang like ain't no curfew Bitch, if you wave, then I will surf you I flew jet, she flew commercial But we still met later that night After my session, she came over I was aggressive and she was sober I gave her a pill, she started confessin' And started undressin' and asked me to hold her And so I did, but that was last month And now she's texting me asking for closure, damn She say this shit gon' catch up to me, I keep tissue paper We eat each other whenever we at the dinner table She say she hate that she love me and she wish I was average Shit, sometimes I wish the same and I wish she wasn't married Promises, I hope I never break 'em Met a female dragon, had a fire conversation But interviews are like confessions Get the fuck up out my bedroom, confusing me with questions like Do you love this shit? Are you high right now? Do you ever get nervous? Are you single? I heard you fuck your girl, is it true? You gettin' money? You think them niggas you with is with you? And I say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah Fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright And we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah Fuckin' right, damn right, alright And we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah Fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright And we say hell yeah, yeah, yeah, hell yeah Fuckin' right, damn right, alright, aw, yeah Yeah Yeah Aw, yeah, aw, yeah Aw, yeah, aw, yeah

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Passionfruit

Passionfruit by Drake

Hold on, hold on, fuck that Fuck that shit Hold on, I got to start this mothafuckin' record over again, wait a minute Fuck that shit Still on this mothafuckin’ record I'ma play this mothafucka for y'all Ayy, y’all get some more drinks goin' on I'll sound a whole lot better Listen Seein' you got ritualistic Cleansin' my soul of addiction for now 'Cause I'm fallin' apart, yeah Tension Between us just like picket fences You got issues that I won’t mention for now ’Cause we're fallin’ apart Passionate from miles away Passive with the things you say Passin' up on my old ways I can't blame you, no, no Passionate from miles away Passive with the things you say Passin' up on my old ways I can’t blame you, no, no You might also like Listen Harder buildin' trust from a distance I think we should rule out commitment for now 'Cause we're fallin' apart Leavin' You're just doing that to get even Don't pick up the pieces, just leave it for now They keep fallin' apart Passionate from miles away Passive with the things you say Passin' up on my old ways I can't blame you, no, no Passionate from miles away Passive with the things you say Passin' up on my old ways I can't blame you, no, no Um, trying to think of the right thing to say

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Nice For What

Nice For What by Drake

I wanna know who mothafuckin' representin' in here tonight Hold on, hold on I keep lettin' you back in (You back in) How can I explain myself? Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me (Lil Weezyana shit) Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me (Murda on the beat) Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me? Care for me, care for me, I know you care for me (A song for y'all to cut up to, you know?) There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me (Yeah) Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me? Everybody get your mothafuckin' roll on I know shorty and she doesn't want no slow song Had a man last year, life goes on Haven't let that thing loose, girl, in so long You've been inside, know you like to lay low I've been peepin' what you bringin' to the table Workin' hard, girl, everything paid for First-last, phone bill, car note, cable With your phone out, gotta hit them angles With your phone out, snappin' like you Fabo And you showin' off, but it's alright And you showin' off, but it's alright (Alright!) It's a short life, yeah You might also like Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me? That's a real one in your reflection Without a follow, without a mention You really pipin' up on these niggas You gotta be nice for what to these niggas? I understand, you got a hunnid bands You got a baby Benz, you got some bad friends High school pics, you was even bad then You ain't stressin' off no lover in the past tense You already had them Work at 8 A.M., finish 'round five Hoes talk down, you don't see 'em outside Yeah, they don't really be the same offline You know dark days, you know hard times Doin' overtime for the last month Saturday, call the girls, get 'em gassed up Gotta hit the club, gotta make that ass jump Gotta hit the club like you hit them mothafuckin' angles With your phone out, snappin' like you Fabo And you showin' off, but it's alright And you showin' off, but it's alright (Alright!) It's a short life Uh-huh (Oh yeah) These hoes (They mad) Your boy (I had) I made (Watch the breakdown) Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me? Gotta make that jump, gotta make that, gotta, gotta make that Gotta make that jump, gotta make that, gotta, gotta make that Gotta, gotta, gotta g-g-gotta, g-g-gotta, gotta Gotta, g-g-gotta, gotta, gotta make that jump, jump (Let's go) Bend it over, lift it up, bend it over, lift it up Make that jump, jump Bend it over, lift it up, bend it over, lift it up Make that jump, jump Bend it over, over, over, over, over, lift it up Make that jump, jump Bend it over, lift it up (Make that jump, jump) Bend it over, lift it up (Make that jump, jump) That's a real one in your reflection Without a follow, without a mention You really pipin' up on these niggas You gotta be nice for what to these niggas? I understand Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me? Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd cry for me Gotta hit the club like you hit them, hit them, hit them angles (BlaqNmilD, you a genius, you diggin' me?) It's a short life, yeah Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me?

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Energy

Energy by Drake

Lickwood means "rewind" and gunshot means "forward" You requested it, so we rewind Yeah, way, way, way up Turn it all up, yeah, look I got enemies, got a lot of enemies Got a lot of people tryna drain me of my energy They tryna take the wave from a nigga Fuckin' with the kid and pray for your nigga I got girls in real life tryna fuck up my day Fuck goin' online, that ain't part of my day I got real shit poppin' with my family too I got niggas that can never leave Canada too (Six) I got two mortgages, thirty million in total I got niggas that'll still try fuckin' me over I got rap niggas that I gotta act like I like But my actin' days are over, fuck them niggas for life, yeah I got enemies, got a lot of enemies Got a lot of people tryna drain me of this energy They tryna take the wave from a nigga Fuckin' with the kid and pray for your nigga You might also like I got people talkin' down, man, like I give a fuck I bought this one a purse, I bought this one a truck I bought this one a house, I bought this one a mall I keep buyin' shit, just make sure you keep track of it all I got bitches askin' me about the code for the Wi-Fi So they can talk about they Timeline And show me pictures of they friends Just to tell me they ain't really friends Ex-girl, she the female version of me I got strippers in my life, but they virgins to me I hear everybody talkin' 'bout what they gon' be I got high hopes for you niggas, we gon' see I got money in the courts 'til all my niggas are free 'Bout to call your ass a Uber, I got somewhere to be I hear fairy tales 'bout how they gon' run up on me Well, run up when you see me, then, and we gon' see I got enemies, got a lot of enemies Got a lot of people tryna drain me of this energy They tryna take the wave from a nigga Fuckin' with the kid and pray for your nigga Nah, fuck all of you niggas, I ain't finished Y'all don't wanna hear me say it's a go Y'all don't wanna see Win Win, 50 or Whoa I got real ones livin' past Kennedy Road I got real ones wit' me everywhere that I go I'm tryna tell ya I got enemies, got a lot of enemies Every time I see 'em, somethin' wrong with their memory Tryna take the wave from a nigga So tired of savin' all these niggas, mayne Yeah, run 'em I got enemies, got a lot of enemies Got a lot of people tryna drain me of this energy They tryna take the wave from a nigga Fuckin' with the kid and pray for your nigga (I'm off this)

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Child’s Play

Child's Play by Drake

Breaking news, my niggas If your girlfriend has went to any Season opener basketball game Best believe, she's fucking some niggas on that team She's fucking somebody on the basketball team If she's at the game Right, right, yeah I say bounce that shit like woah Yeah, bounce that shit like woah This is not a fairytale, I already know how you like it Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit Girl, that's just some child's play Bounce that shit like woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, heard all of the stories about you I already know and I like it Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit Girl, that's just some child's play Bounce that shit like woah, yeah Bounce that shit like woah Why you gotta fight with me at Cheesecake? You know I love to go there Say I'm actin' lightskin, I can't take you nowhere This a place for families that drive Camrys and go to Disney They don't need to know all of our business You wildin', you super childish, you go to CVS for Kotex In my Bugatti, I took the key and tried to hide it So you can't drive it, and put on mileage Then you find it, awkward silence Mama is a saint, yes, she raised me real good All because of her I don't do you like I should Don't make me give you back to the hood Don't make me give you back You might also like I say bounce that shit like woah Yeah, bounce that shit like woah This is not a fairytale, I already know how you like it Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit Girl that's just some child's play Bounce that shit like woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, heard all of the stories about you I already know and I like it Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit Girl, that's just some child's play Bounce that shit like woah, yeah Bounce that shit like woah Yeah, rode that dick like a soldier She rode it like a soldier She rode it like a jungle soldier She rode it like a, yeah, yeah I got it, yeah You don't wanna fall in love, I know I'm not someone you should trust, I know I give Chanel out like a hug, I know I knew a couple of your friends way before How many girls have slept in this bed? Say a different number than the one that's in my head Lying to protect you, I be doing that a lot My past checkered like the Louis you just got Married in our twenties, now, where the fun in that? My city love me like a college running back Pack a bag, you gon' end up staying where I'm at Took you from the hood and I could never give you back I just wanna let you know that someone love you back All the Cadillac like I'm Teddy Pendergrass Whippin' on this shit, I'm getting ready, where you at? Riding... She rode that dick like a soldier She rode it like a soldier She rode it like a Melpomene soldier She rode that dick like a soldier She rode it like a soldier She rode it like a jungle soldier Rode that dick like a soldier She rode it like a soldier She rode it like a Melpomene soldier Burrrrat stick it, b-burrrrat stick it Burrrrat stick it, ba-ba-ba stick it Burrrrat stick it, ba-ba-ba stick it Burrrrat stick it, ba-ba-ba stick it Burrrrat stick it, ba-ba-ba stick it Burrrrat stick it, ba-ba-ba stick it Thank you, thanks, Drake, thanks baby Motherfuckers drunk and tired Tired, I'm tired, boss

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Too Good

Too Good by Drake (Ft. Rihanna)

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Look...I don't know how to talk to you I don't know how to ask you if you're okay My friends always feel the need to tell me things Seems like they're just happier than us these days Yeah These days I don't know how to talk to you I don't know how to be there when you need me It feels like the only time you see me Is when you turn your head to the side and look at me differently Yeah And last night I think I lost my patience Last night, I got high as your expectations Last night, I came to a realization And I hope you can take it I hope you can take it, oh I'm too good to you I'm way too good to you You take my love for granted I just don't understand it No, I'm too good to you I'm way too good to you You take my love for granted I just don't understand it You might also like I don't know how to talk to you I just know I found myself getting lost with you Lately you just make me work too hard for you Got me on flights overseas, and I still can't get across to you And last night I think I lost my patience Last night, I got high as your expectations Last night, I came to a realization And I hope you can take it I hope you can take it, oh I'm too good to you I'm way too good to you You take my love for granted I just don't understand it No, I'm too good to you I'm way too good to you You take my love for granted I just don't understand it Years go by too fast I can't keep track How long did we last? I feel bad for asking It can't end like this We gotta take time with this Cock up yuh bumper, sit down pon it Let me see if this is something I can fix (Six) You got somebody other than me Don't play the victim when you're with me Free time is costing me more than it seems Sacrificing things And I wanna tell you my intentions I wanna do the things that I mention I wanna benefit from the friendship I wanna get the late night message from you, from you I put my hands around you Gotta get a handle on you Gotta get a handle on the fact that I I'm too good to you I'm way too good to you You take my love for granted I just don't understand it No, I'm too good to you I'm way too good to you You take my love for granted I just don't understand it Gyal a you mi waan Pay fi yuh visa meck yo fly out regular Baby, cock up yuh bumper, sit down pon it Gyal yo pum pum good and yuh fit Mi wi give you everything weh deh in my wallet And in my pocket Cock up yuh bumper, sit down pon it Gyal yo pum pum good and yuh fit Mi wi give you everything weh deh in my wallet And in my pocket

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Jungle

Jungle by Drake

(Put a bib on me) (Put a bib on me) Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, droolin' over you The things you do These days I'm lettin' God handle all things above me The things I can't change are the reason you love me Listen, you can hear them callin' my name I'm all over the place, I can't sit in one place I'm not ashamed at all Still findin' myself, let alone a soulmate, I'm just sayin' Feel like we one and the same Our relationship changed that, or it never existed Whenever they say somethin' 'bout us, you listen But fuck what they talkin' about on your timeline That's cuttin' all into my time with you Fuck what they talkin' about on your timeline That's cuttin' all into my time with you My time with you, my Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, droolin' over you The things you do You might also like She said, "You're my everything" "I love you through everything" I done did everything to her She forgave me for everything This a "forever" thing Hate that I treat it like it's a "whatever" thing Trust me, girl, this shit is everything to me She from the jungle She from the jungle I take somebody else's car, drive there undercover This shit is everything to me This shit is everything Don't know where we stand I used to hit you 'bout everything, oh Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? If I need to talk, are you around? Are you down for the cause? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down for the cause? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down for the cause? You still down? You still down? You still down? Rock me real slowly (Yeah) Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, droolin' over you (Give me back) The things you do Yeah, these days, these new girls, they got me nervous They go to school and do bottle service They can't decide, they keep switchin' majors Being indecisive makes me anxious Call your number and it's out of service Who can I call for your information? What am I supposed to do after we done everything that we done? Who is your replacement? Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? (The things you do) (Rock me real slowly) (Rock me real slowly) (I'm just like a baby, droolin' over you) (Rock me real slowly) (Rock─, put a bib on me) (Give me back)

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Furthest Thing

Furthest Thing by Drake

Somewhere between psychotic and iconic Somewhere between I want it and I got it Somewhere between I'm sober and I'm lifted Somewhere between a mistress and commitment But I stay down, girl, I always stay down Get down, never lay down Promise to break everybody off before I break down Everyone just wait now, so much on my plate now People I believed in, they don't even show they face now What they got to say now? Nothin' they can say now Nothin' really changed but still they look at me a way now What more can I say now? What more can I say now? You might feel like nothin' was the same I still been drinkin' on the low, mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low, smokin' on the low I still been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect, like everyone I know I just been drinkin' on the low, mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low, smokin' on the low I just been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect, like everyone I know And I hate that you don't think I belong to ya Just too busy runnin' shit to run home to ya You know that paper my passion Bittersweet celebrations, I know I can't change what happened I can't help it, I can't help it, I was young and I was selfish I made every woman feel like she was mine and no one else's And now you hate me, stop pretendin', stop that frontin', I can't take it Girl, don't treat me like a stranger, girl, you know I seen you naked Girl, you know that I remember, don't be a pretender Gettin' high at the condo, that's when it all comes together You know I stay reminiscing and make-up sex is tradition But you been missin', girl, and you might feel like nothin' was the same You might also like I still been drinkin' on the low, mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low, smokin' on the low I still been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect, like everyone I know I just been drinkin' on the low, mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low, smokin' on the low I just been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect, like everyone I know Drinkin', smokin', fuckin', plottin' Schemin', plottin', schemin', gettin' money Drinkin', fuckin', smokin', plottin' Schemin', plottin', schemin', gettin' money Uh, this the life for me My momma told me this was right for me I got 'em worried, like make sure you save a slice for me I should have Spoons serve you up with a fork and knife for me Your actions make us doubt you Your lack of effort got me rappin' different This the shit I wanna go out to Play this shit at my funeral if they catch me slippin' Naked women swimmin', that's just how I'm livin' Donate a million to some children, that's just how I'm feelin' A nigga fillin' up arenas, who the fuck could see us? I had to Derrick Rose the knee up before I got the re-up Yours truly, the boy I just build and build more, y'all niggas build to destroy Y'all niggas party too much, man, I just chill and record No filler, you feel it now if you ain't feel it before Yes, Lord, this the shit I wanna go out to Yeah, yeah, this the shit I wanna go out to

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Over My Dead Body

Over My Dead Body by Drake

How I'm feeling, it doesn't matter 'Cause you know I'm okay Instead, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?" When you know, you know I'm the same I know, I know you don't love me, baby They're trying to take you away from me Only over my dead body I think I killed everybody in the game last year Man, fuck it, I was on, though And I thought I found the girl of my dreams at the strip club Mmm-mmm, fuck it, I was wrong, though Shout out to all my niggas livin' tax-free Nowadays, it's six figures when they tax me Oh well, guess you lose some and win some Long as the outcome is income You know I want it all and then some Shout out to Asian girls, let the lights dim some Shots came, I don't know where they was sent from Probably some bad hoes I'm 'bout to take the hint from Yeah, you know me well, nigga, yeah I mean you ain't the only real nigga They got me on these white women like Seal, nigga Slave to the pussy, but I'm just playin' the field, nigga, yeah Are these people really discussin' my career again? Askin' if I'll be goin' platinum in a year again? Don't I got the shit the world wanna hear again? Don't Michael Jordan still got his hoop earring in? Man, all of your flows bore me, paint dryin' And I don't ever be trippin' off of what ain't mine And I be hearin' the shit you say through the grapevine But jealousy is just love and hate at the same time, yeah It's been that way from the beginnin' I just been playin', I ain't even notice I was winnin' And this is the only sound you should fear Man, these kids wear crowns over here and everything is alright You might also like Oh, I know you don't love me, baby They're trying to take you away from me Only over my dead body You say I'm old news, well, who the new star? 'Cause if I'm goin' anywhere, it's probably too far Just performed at a bar mitzvah over in the States Used half of the money to beat my brother's case Red wine over fed time But shout out to the niggas that's doin' dead time And shout out to the bitches there when it's bedtime And fuck you to the niggas that think it's their time Yeah, don't make me take your life apart, boy You and whoever the fuck gave you your start, boy Oh, you wanna be a motherfuckin' funny guy? Don't make me break your Kevin Hart, boy Yeah, it's whatever You know, feelin' good, livin' better I think maybe I was numb to it last year But you know I feel it now more than ever My city love me like Mac Dre in the Bay Second album, I'm back pavin' the way The backpackers are back on the bandwagon Like this was my comeback season back, back in the day And I met your baby moms last night We took a picture together, I hope she frames it And I was drinkin' at the Palms last night And ended up losin' everything that I came with, yeah Feel like I've been here before, huh? I still got ten years to go, huh? And this is the only sound you should fear Man, these kids wear crowns over here and everything is alright Oh, I know you don't love me, baby They're trying to take you away from me Only over my dead body Three in the morning, still going down

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Worst Behavior

Worst Behavior by Drake

Worst— Motherfucker never loved us Fucker never loved us You ain't know, now you know now Still at it, scrub Js with a toothbrush Shit, niggas still playing my old shit But your shit is like the police askin' us questions Nigga, we don't know shit Flexin'—nigga, I'm just flexin' Nigga never loved us Do it look like we stressin'? Look at you, look at you and look at you Aww, I'm glad that they chose us 'Cause, man, it's a mission Tryna fight to the finish just to see, am I finished? On my worst behavior, no? They used to never want to hear us Remember? Motherfucker never loved us Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Motherfucker never loved us I'm on my worst behavior Don't you ever get it fucked up Motherfuckers never loved us Man, motherfuckers never loved us Worst behavior Motherfuckers never loved us Fucker never loved us Worst behavior You might also like Hold up, hold my phone Motherfuckers never loved us Fucker never loved us Now you want to roll one Motherfucker never loved us So everywhere we go now, full cup Always hated the boy, but now the boy is the man Motherfucker, I done growed up You know me? You know me? I'm liable to do anything when it comes to that you owe me You owe me, you owe me Bitch, you better have my money when I come for that shit like O.D.B On my worst behavior, no? They used to never want to hear us Remember? Motherfucker never loved us Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Motherfucker never loved us I'm on my worst behavior Don't you ever get it fucked up Motherfuckers never loved us Man, motherfuckers never loved us Worst behavior Mothafuckers never loved us Fucker never loved us Worst behavior Who's hot, who not? Tell me, who rock, who sell out in stores? You tell me who flop, who copped the new drop Whose jewels got rocks Who else making rap albums, doing numbers like it's pop? Same old pimp, Drake, you know ain't nothin' changed With these funny style niggas, we done put on in the game I just ask for some blessings at my grandmother's grave Then it's back to L.A., open the mail, starin' at the check Enough to make you throw up, man, it's gross what I net I'm with my whole set, tennis matches at the crib I swear I could beat Serena when she playin' with her left Oh, where I reside it look like a resort inside Nigga, where your shit from? I imported mine Bar mitzvah money like my last name Mordecai Fuck you, bitch, I'm more than high My momma probably hear that and be mortified This ain't the son you raised who used to take the Acura 5 a.m. then go and shoot Degrassi up on Morningside For all the stuntin', I'll forever be immortalized Yeah, back and forth across the borderline Hate to leave the city, but I've got to do the overtime Gone all the time, even the important times I should let you know ahead I'm comin' back on my worst behavior Remember? Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Hold up, hold my phone They used to never want to hear us Remember? Motherfucker never loved us Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Worst behavior

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Summer Sixteen

Summer Sixteen by Drake

Looking, looking, looking Looking, looking, looking Looking, looking Looking Looking Looking for revenge All summer sixteen All summer sixteen Playing dirty not clean Out in front of Four Seasons Looking like a damn football team All in the same thing All repping one thing Looking for revenge To do what you couldn't do Tell Obama that my verses are just like the whips that he in They bulletproof Minus twenty we in Pitfield That Kai's kitchen in a Canada Goose Famous as fuck but I’m still in the cut when they round up the troops I’m just a sicko, a real sicko when you get to know me nigga I let the diss record drop, you was staying right below me, nigga We must have played it a hundred times, you was going to bed Why would I put on a vest? I expect you to aim for the head I coulda killed you the first time You don’t have to try and say it louder nigga Trust, we heard you the first time It’s nothing personal I would have done it to anyone And I blame where I came from And I blame all my day ones You know Chubbs like Draymond You better off not saying nothing Them boys they a handful Then I hit ‘em with the Hotline Chris Breezy with the dance moves Mo-G with the dance moves Ave Boy with the dance moves Jimi Hendrix with the solo Those are strings that you can’t pull Yeah, and I could really dish it out Come and get it from the source Fuck with all the word of mouth Golden State running practice at my house Nigga, what am I about? You gon’ really feel it now I’m out here… You might also like Looking for revenge All summer sixteen All summer sixteen Playing dirty not clean Out in front of Four Seasons Looking like a damn football team All repping one thing Looking for revenge All you boys in the new Toronto want to be me a little All your exes know I like my O’s with a V in the middle You would love it if I went away or didn’t say nothing else How am I keeping it real by keeping this shit to myself? You was never gang, gang, gang, gang, you was never one of us Had us fooled for a minute there, now we done all grown up But I’m better off anyway, y’all never gon’ finish Drake Say you seeing ‘bout it when you see me man y’all never home anyway Thought of things that you shoulda said, said things that you shouldn’t say We even gave y'all the whole money play and y'all broke to this day “Oh it’s your time now” yeah, that’s what everybody say I used to wanna be on Roc-A-Fella then I turned into Jay Now I got a house in LA, now I got a bigger pool than Ye And look man, Ye’s pool is nice, mine's just bigger's what I’m saying I’m that nigga’s what I’m saying Getting things done around here How you let me run it down here? I’m not even from around here Six, six, six, six, six, soon as I’m back in the city they throw a parade I might get a key to the city and give it to Wayne Or give it to one of the young boys to carry the wave Yeah, so trust me, they’ll be out here… Looking for revenge All summer sixteen All summer sixteen Playing dirty not clean Out in front of Four Seasons Looking like a damn football team All repping one thing Looking for... They don’t want us to have a bigger pool than Kanye

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The Language

The Language by Drake

Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Look, look I don't know why they been lyin' but your shit is not that inspirin' Bank account statement just look like I'm ready for early retirement Fuck any nigga that's talking that shit just to get a reaction Fuck going platinum, I look at my wrist and it's already platinum I am the kid with the motor mouth I am the one you should worry 'bout I don't know who you're referring to Who is this nigga you heard about? Someone just talking that bullshit Man, someone just gave you the run-around Niggas downplayin' the money But that's what you do when the money down I don't waste time puttin' money down I just go straight to who got it and buy it in cash Pussy so good that you gotta come see me on tour And you gotta fly in first class This has been years in the makin' It's all for the city, they know I come right every summer Cash Money Records forever, I'm always big timin' Bitch, I came up right under Stunna, you know it You might also like Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell I will never understand that, but oh well Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you She just want to smoke and fuck I said, "Girl, that's all that we do" Okay, now you're talkin' my language Now you're talkin' my language Now you're talkin' my language Now you're talkin' my language Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you She just want to smoke and fuck I said, "Girl, that's all that we do" I'm 'bout to roll one and light it And fuck it, man, no one's invited I got to kill off the weak shit that's got all you niggas excited I can't even listen, you wildin' I'd much rather sit here in silence I send all my money to banks in the islands And eat with Italians, I do People are funny You don't even know 'bout the shit that I been through I just want some head in a comfortable bed It could all be so simple Talkin' that shit with your back to me Just know it always get back to me Come get your girl She been here for three days and she way too attached to me Hate when they get too attached to me I got to get on the bus and get back on the road Get what I can out the country And then I just get on the jet and go back to the cold Can't even drive with the top off Been workin' so hard on the album, I missed the whole summer I just might bring in some girls from Miami to heat up the city And that's word to Stunna, you know it Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell I will never understand that, but oh well Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you She just want to smoke and fuck I said, "Girl, that's all that we do" Okay, now you're talkin' my language Now you're talkin' my language Now you're talkin' my language Now you're talkin' my language Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you She just want to smoke and fuck I said, "Girl, that's all that we do" Famous and dangerous You understand me? Showtime, headlines, Big Tyme "Sunshine," tote 9's, bust mines Flatline, hard grind, high life Stay fly, it's jet time – stunt, nigga! Every time you see a nigga – stunt, nigga! Every time you see a nigga – stunt, nigga! Swag on head to feet nigga – stunt, nigga! I just might bring in some girls from Miami to heat up the city And that's word to Stunna, you know it

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Girls Love Beyoncé

Girls Love Beyoncé by Drake (Ft. James Fauntleroy)

Look, I know girls love Beyoncé Girls love to fuck with your conscience Girls hate when niggas go missing And shawty you ain't no different These days it's hard to meet women Feel like my love life is finished I've been avoiding commitment That's why I'm in this position I'm scared to let somebody in on this No new friends, no, no, no You know how this shit go You got your fair share of admirers that call your phone You try to act like it's just me, but I am not alone But if you're alone, then Say my name, say my name When no one is around you Say, "Baby, I love you" If you ain't running games Say my name, say my name You actin' kinda shady, baby Why the sudden change? Say my name Say my name Say my name Say my name, say my name If no one is around you You might also like Yeah, uh Say my name, say my name 'Cause those other men are practice And this ain't no time for actin' And this ain't no time for games And this ain't no time for uncertainty And this ain't no time for locking your phone and not coming home And startin' some shit when I'm in the zone This is why I've been saying No new friends, no, no, no You know how this shit goes This is not four years ago Time escapes me Now forget how it felt when this shit move slow I come through in whips that make a young boy take the long way home All my young boys 'round me saying, "Get money and fuck these hoes" Where we learn these values? I do not know what to tell you I'm just trying to find a reason not to go out every evening I need someone that'll help me think of someone besides myself I need someone I leave through the front door with 'Cause we don't wanna hide no more Plus you're not shy no more Neither of us wanna play the side no more No, I'm not alone Even though nothing was the same Let me get your ass alone Let me make you say my name Say my name Say my name, say my name When no one is around you Say, "Baby, I love you" If you ain't running games Say my name, say my name You actin' kinda shady, baby Why the sudden change? Say my name Say my name Say my name Say my name, say my name If no one is around you

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How Bout Now

How Bout Now by Drake

That's the shit I'm talking 'bout though, like you changed up, you don't even fuckin' link nobody no more, you just dash me away like a cyattie. Yo, you cheesed me dog Always felt like my vision been bigger than the bigger picture Crazy how you gotta wait until it's dark out to see who really with you Crazy how even when it miss you Shit'll come back around and get you Crazy like all my niggas, crazy like all my niggas Remember I deleted all my other girls' numbers out the phone for you? Remember when you had to take the bar exam I drove in the snow for you? Yeah You probably don't remember half the shit a nigga did for you, yeah Yeah, you ain't really fuck with me way back then But how 'bout now? (Now) 'Cause I'm up right now (I'm up right now) And you stuck right now (Stuck right now) Oh, you thought you had it all figured out back then But how 'bout now? (Now) 'Cause I'm up right now (I'm up right now) And you stuck right now, yeah (Stuck right now) You thought the little effort that you put in was enough, girl How 'bout now? Yeah Girl, how 'bout now, how 'bout now, girl? What about now, girl, how 'bout now? You might also like My heart belongs to you... Yeah, always been daddy's little angel I bought your dad a bunch of shit for Christmas He ain't even say thank you I had no money left from actin', I was focused on the music I used to always try and burn you CDs of my new shit You be like "who's this?" I be like "me, girl" You be like "oh, word, true shit?" Then ask if we could listen to Ludacris Them car rides made me feel like I was losin' it Yeah, made me feel I ain't have it like that Or I was average like that Started drinkin' way more than I used to People form habits like that, girl Yeah, man enough to tell you I was hurt that year I'm not even Christian, I still went to church that year Guess I just had to pretend that year I ain't even see my friends that year Places that I should've been Yeah, you ain't really fuck with me way back then But how 'bout now? (Now) 'Cause I'm up right now (I'm up right now) And you stuck right now (Stuck right now) Oh, you thought you had it all figured out back then Girl, how 'bout now? (Now) 'Cause I'm up right now (I'm up right now) And you stuck right now, yeah (Stuck right now) You thought the little effort that you put in was enough, girl How 'bout now? Yeah Girl, how 'bout now, how 'bout now, girl? What about now, girl, how 'bout now? My heart belongs to you Whatever you need, there's nothin' I won't do Whatever you need, there's nothin' I won't do Whatever you need, there's nothin' I won't do Whatever you need, there's nothin' I won't do1.4KEmbed

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Nonstop

Nonstop by Drake

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! Look, I just flipped a switch (Flipped, flipped) I don't know nobody else that's doin' this Bodies start to drop, ayy (Hit the floor) Now they wanna know me since I hit the top, ayy This a Rollie, not a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop This the flow that got the block hot, shit got super hot, ayy Give me my respect (Give me my respect) I just took it left like I'm ambidex' Bitch, I move through London with the Eurostep (Two) Got a sneaker deal and I ain't break a sweat Catch me 'cause I'm gone (Outta there, I’m gone) How I go from 6 to 23 like I'm LeBron? Servin' up a pack (Servin' up a pack) Niggas pullin' gimmicks 'cause they scared to rap, ayy Funny how they shook, ayy, got these niggas shook Pullin' back the curtain by myself, take a look, ayy I'm a bar spitta, I’m a hard hitta Yeah I’m light-skinned, but I'm still a dark nigga I'm a wig splitta, I'm a tall figure I'm an unforgivin' wild-ass dog nigga Somethin' wrong with 'em, got 'em all bitter I'm a bill printer, I'm a gravedigger Yeah, I am what I am I don't have no time for no misunderstandings again You might also like My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin' This a Rollie, not a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop From smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is– Future took the business and ran it for me I let Ollie take the owl, told him brand it for me I get 2 million a pop and that’s standard for me Like I went blind, dog, you gotta hand it to me (Gotta gimme that shit, dog) Prayed, then I prayed again (Amen, Lord) Had a moment but it came and went (They don't love you no more) You don’t wanna play with him (Nah, nah, nah) They’ll be mournin' you like 8AM (R.I.P.) Pinky ring 'til I get a wedding ring (Whoa, yeah) Love my brothers, cut 'em in on anything (Big slice) And you know it's King Slime Drizzy, damn (Woo yeah) She just said I'm bae, I hit the thizzle dance (Mac Dre shit) Either hand is the upper hand (Oh yeah, shit) Got a bubba on my other hand (Whoa, yeah, shit, yeah) This shit ain't no hundred bands (Nah, nah, nah, nah) Palace look like Buckingham Bills so big, I call 'em Williams, for real Reasons to go crazy, got a trillion, for real They been tryin' me but I'm resilient, for real I can’t go in public like civilian, for real And I hardly take offense Money for revenge, man, that’s hardly an expense Al Haymon checks off of all of my events I like all the profit, man, I hardly do percents (I don't do that shit) A big part of me resents Niggas that I knew from when I started in this shit They see what I got and, man, it's hard to be content Fuck what they got goin' on, I gotta represent (Ayy!) My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin' This a Rollie, not a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop From smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin' This the flow that got the block hot, shit got super hot

Drake

Too Much

Too Much by Drake

Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to rush it through Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than just a new lust for you (Oh, don't think about—) Done sayin' I'm done playin' Last time was on the outro Stuck in the house, need to get out more I've been stackin' up like I'm fundraising Most people in my position get complacent Wanna come places with star girls And they end up on them front pages I'm quiet with it, I just ride with it Moment I stop having fun with it, I'll be done with it I'm the only one that's putting shots up And like a pot luck, you need to come with it, don't run from it Like H-Town in the summertime, I keep it one hundred Met a lot of girls in my times there Word to Paul Wall, not one fronted I was birthed there in my first year Man, I know that place like I come from it Backstage at Warehouse in '09 like, "Is Bun coming? Fuck that, is anyone comin' 'Fore I show up there and there's no one there?" These days, I could probably pack it For like twenty nights if I go in there Back rub from my main thing, I've been stressed out Talkin' to her like back then they didn't want me, I'm blessed now Talkin' to her like this drop, bet a million copies get pressed out She tell me, "Take a deep breath You're too worried about being the best out" You might also like Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to rush it through Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than just a new lust for you (Oh, don't think about—) Uh, someone go tell Noel to get the Backwoods Money got my whole family going backwards No dinners, no holidays, no nothin' There's issues at hand that we're not discussin' I did not sign up for this My uncle used to have all these things on his bucket list And now he's actin' like, "Oh, well, this is life, I guess" Nah, fuck that shit Listen, man, you can still do what you wanna do You gotta trust that shit Heard once that in dire times when you need a sign That's when they appear Guess since my text message didn't resonate, I'll just say it here I hate the fact my mom cooped up in her apartment Telling herself that she's too sick to get dressed up and go do shit Like that's true shit And all my family from the M-Town that I've been 'round Started treating me like I'm "him" now Like we don't know each other, we ain't grow together We just friends now Shit got me feeling pinned down Pick the pen up or put the pen down? I'm writing to you from a distance like a pen-pal But we've been down Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to rush it through Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than just a new lust for you Oh, don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to rush it through, oh Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than just a new lust for you, oh, oh (Don't do that—) Don't give up, on your hopes And you tell me somethin's gone wrong Wholehearted, wholehearted, you care, you care 'Cause I'm such a dreamer, a believer in a sense Well, if it's all a dream Then I'm on fire, feels like, I'm on fire Tell me when I'm lyin', tell me when I'm tryin'

Drake

Shot for Me

Shot for Me by Drake

I can see it in your eyes, you're angry Regret got shit on what you're feelin' now Mad 'cause he ain't like me Oh, you mad 'cause nobody ever did it like me All the care I would take All the love that we made Now you're trying to find somebody to replace what I gave to you It's a shame you didn't keep it Alisha, Catya, I know that you gon' hear this I'm the man, yeah, I said it Bitch, I'm the man, don't you forget it The way you walk, that's me The way you talk, that's me The way you got your hair up, did you forget that's me? And the voice in your speaker right now, that's me That's me And the voice in your ear, that's me Can't you see that I made it? Yeah, I made it First I made you who you are and then I made it And you're wasted with your latest Yeah, I'm the reason why you always gettin' faded Take a shot for me (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) Take a shot for me (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) Take a shot for me (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) A shot for me (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) A shot for me You might also like Okay, look, I'm honest, girl, I can't lie, I miss you You and the music were the only things that I'd commit to I never cheated, for the record, back when I was with you But you believed in everything but me, girl, I don't get you She says, "I know you changed I never see you 'cause you're always busy doin' things" I really wish she had a different way of viewin' things I think the city that we're from just kinda ruined things It's such a small place, not much to do but talk and listen The men are jealous and the women all in competition And all your friends tellin' you stories that you often misinterpret And taint all the images of your Mr. Perfect I could tell that you been cryin' all night, drinkin' all summer Prayin' for your happiness, hope that you recover, uh This is one I know you hated when you heard it And it's worse because you know that I deserve it Take a shot for me (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) Take a shot for me (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) Take a shot for me (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) A shot for me (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) A shot for me Yeah May your neighbors respect you Trouble neglect you Angels protect you And Heaven accept you

Drake

Portland

Portland by Drake (Ft. Quavo & Travis Scott)

Murda on the beat so it's not nice Yeah It's a Habibis ting, ya? Yeah, my side girl got a 5S with the screen cracked Still hit me back right away, better not never hesitate Don't come around thinkin' you gettin' saved Tryna show the dogs brighter days Got a torch, tryna light the way Bitin' everybody, which is ironic 'Cause your next album probably won't ever see the light of day Had fans, but you let 'em down But I guess that's how you niggas gettin' down I'm so high up I'm like, "How is niggas really gettin' down?" I could never have a kid, then be out here still kiddin' round Boys playin' around, where you really wanna take it now? I got a 150,000 dollars for an afterparty And I gave it to the killas just to break it down Bring us up, I never take us down But if you bring me up, then they might take you down Fake fucked with me back then But it's gettin' hard for you to fake it now Fuck bein' rich when I'm forty, man, I'm tryna make it now You might also like Hell nah Never let these niggas ride your wave Nope, no way, nah Never let these niggas ride your wave Nope, no way, nah Park the Benz just to ride the Wraith Skrrt skrrt Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe Skrrt-skrrt, oh Michael Phelps with the swim moves Skrrt-skrrt, oh Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes Skrrt skrrt Quavo, young nigga, I invented you (Ugh) Ike Turner with the left hand (Ike) Griselda Blanco with the trap moves (Trappin') Gangland with the right hand (Gang) Undertaker with the tattoos (Tats) Never listen to the class rules (No) Switch it up, they bit the last move (Let's go!) I'm a magnet for bad bitches (Magnet) You got the goin' out sad bitches (Sad) I spent a fifty on the chain (Racks) You spent your last fifty (Ugh, cash) I got the keys to the streets (Keys) You got the key to defeat (Defeated) I got the keys to the warzone (Brrapt) You got the key to the peace (Ugh) Hell nah Never let these niggas ride your wave Nope, no way, nah Never let these niggas ride your wave Nope, no way, nah Park the Benz just to ride the Wraith Skrrt-skrrt Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe We gon' go live, we gon' go live, yep (Yeah, yeah) We gon' go live, we gon' go live, yep (Yeah, yeah) Gettin' loose (Yeah), yeah Off the Henny, 'Roc and a hint of Goose (Yeah), yeah Ocean deep in my swimmin' pool, yeah (In my pool) Throwin' Dead Prez in my livin' room, yeah (In my room) Takin' shots, feelin' bulletproof Flood my Rollie, told my bitch: "Let's go snorkelin'!" (Yeah) Out in Portland, tryna get in her organs (Yeah) No, I did not sign with Jay but I still send a Tidal wave Yeah, I might just go get the fade, buy the du-rag and just tie the waves Yeah, it's lit at the crib, you could stay, me and Drake kick like Kid N' Play (Kid N' Play) God, the way that she servin' that cake, I gotta sit back and digest (Straight up) I guess for the fuck shit, I'm biased (Yeah) I mix, double the cup when I stress Got my mama out the basement (Mama) That's a different type of face lift Free Max B up out the bracelets (Yeah, yeah) Don't hit us askin' what the wave is Hell nah Never let these niggas ride your wave Nope, no way, nah Never let these niggas ride your wave Nope, no way, nah Park the Benz just to ride the Wraith Skrrt skrrt Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe Skrrt-skrrt, oh Michael Phelps with the swim moves Skrrt-skrrt, oh Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes Skrrt-skrrt, oh Michael Phelps with the swim moves Skrrt-skrrt, oh Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes

Drake

Take Care

Take Care by Drake (Ft. Rihanna)

I know you've been hurt by someone else I can tell by the way you carry yourself If you let me, here's what I'll do I'll take care of you (I'll take, I'll take) I've loved and I've lost I've asked about you and they told me things But my mind didn't change and I still feel the same What's a life with no fun? Please don't be so ashamed I've had mine, you've had yours, we both know, we know They won't get you like I will, my only wish is I die real 'Cause that truth hurts and those lies heal And you can't sleep thinkin' that he lies still So you cry still, tears all in the pillowcase Big girls all get a little taste, aw Pushing me away so I give her space, aw Dealin' with a heart that I didn't break I'll be there for you, I would care for you I keep thinking you just don't know Tryna run from that, say you done with that On your face, girl, it just don't show When you're ready, just say you're ready When all the baggage just ain't as heavy And the party's over, just don't forget me We'll change the pace and we'll just go slow You won't ever have to worry You won't ever have to hide And you've seen all my mistakes So look me in my eyes You might also like 'Cause if you let me Here's what I'll do I'll take care of you (I'll take, I'll take) I've loved and I've lost (Yeah) It's my birthday, I'll get high if I want to Can't deny that I want you, but I'll lie if I have to 'Cause you don't say you love me To your friends when they ask you Even though we both know that you do, you do One time, been in love one time You and all your girls in the club one time All so convinced that you're followin' your heart 'Cause your mind don't control what it does sometimes We all have our nights, though, don't be so ashamed I've had mine, you've had yours, we both know, we know You hate bein' alone, well, you ain't the only one You hate the fact that you bought the dream and they sold you one You love your friends, but somebody should've told you somethin' To save you, instead, they say Don't, tell me, I don't care if you hurt I don't, tell you, you don't care if you're true Don't, tell me, I don't care if you hurt I don't, tell you, you don't care if you're true I know you've been hurt by someone else I can tell by the way you carry yourself If you let me, here's what I'll do I'll take care of you (I'll take, I'll take) I've loved and I've lost

Drake

Legend

Legend by Drake

Yeah When I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back I'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack If I die, all I know is I'm a mothafuckin' legend It's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin' Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend I'm up first, I'm on tour, got a girl, she from the South Used to work, used to dance in Texas, now she clean the house Everyday, I was strugglin' to learn what life's about On my way, money taught me Spanish, make it ándale Way up north, packed in Honda cars They don't know who we are Fuck 'em all, they only pussy niggas shootin' at the star Right or wrong, I'ma write my wrongs They can't live this long You don't know where you're gonna go I got this shit mapped out strong You might also like When I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back I'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack All I know, if I die, I'm a mothafuckin' legend It's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin' Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend I'm the one, one Why do I feel like the only one? Why do I feel like you owe me one? 6 G-O-D, I'm the holy one Yeah, you know wassup, yeah They been off for a minute now You know they all sentimental now You know they all actin' different now And I, I just can't pretend Seen too much, it's so hard for me to let new people in I can't change, this shit set in stone They can't live this long You don't know where you're gonna go I got this shit mapped out strong When I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back I'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack All I know, if I die, I'm a mothafuckin' legend It's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin' Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend I'm the one

Drake

Headlines

Headlines by Drake

I might be too strung out on compliments Overdosed on confidence Started not to give a fuck and stopped fearin' the consequence Drinkin' every night because we drink to my accomplishments Faded way too long, I'm floatin' in and out of consciousness And they sayin' I'm back, I'd agree with that I just take my time with all this shit, I still believe in that I had someone tell me I fell off, ooh, I needed that And they want to see me pick back up, well, where'd I leave it at? I know I exaggerated things, now I got it like that Tuck my napkin in my shirt 'cause I'm just mobbin' like that You know good and well that you don't want a problem like that You gon' make someone around me catch a body like that No, don't do it (Ayy), please don't do it (Ayy) 'Cause one of us goes in and we all go through it (Ayy) And Drizzy got the money, so Drizzy gon' pay it Those my brothers, I ain't even gotta say it That's just something they know They know, they know, they know They know, they know, they know They know, they know, they know Yeah, they know, yeah That the real is on the rise Fuck them other guys I even gave 'em a chance to decide Now it's something they know They know, they know, they know (Yeah) You might also like I be yellin' out, "Money over everything," money on my mind Then she wanna ask when it got so empty Tell her I apologize, happened over time She says, "They miss the old Drake," girl, don't tempt me "If they don't get it, they'll be over you That new shit that you got is overdue You better do what you supposed to do" I'm like, "Why I gotta be all that?" But still, I can't deny the fact that it's true Listening to you expressin' all them feelings Soap-opera rappers, all these niggas sound like all my children And that's who you thinkin' is 'bout to come and make a killin'? I guess it really is just me, myself, and all my millions You know that they ain't even got it like that You gon' hype me up and make me catch a body like that 'Cause I live for this, it isn't just a hobby like that When they get my shit and play it, I ain't even gotta say it, they know They know, they know, they know They know, they know, they know They know, they know, they know Yeah, they know, yeah That the real is on the rise Fuck them other guys I even gave 'em a chance to decide Now it's something they know They know, they know, they know I be yellin' out, "Money over everything," money on my mind Mind, mind-mind Tell 'em I apologize, it happened over time Time, time-time They know They know, they know, they know They know, they know, they know They know, they know, they know (Yeah)

Drake

Controlla

Controlla by Drake

Right, my yiy just changed You just buzzed the front gate I thank God you came How many more days could I wait? I made plans with you And I won't let 'em fall through I, I, I, I, I I think I'd lie for you I think I'd die for you Jodeci "Cry for You" Do things when you want me to Like controlla, controlla, yeah Like controlla, controlla, yeah Okay, you like it, when I get Aggressive, tell you to, yeah Go slower, go faster Like controlla, controlla, yeah Like controlla, controlla, yeah And I’m never on a waste ting, shawty I do it how you say you want it Them girls, they just wanna take my money They don't want me to give you nothing They don't want you to have nothing They don't wanna see me find your lovin' They don't wanna see me Smiling back when they pree You might also like Knowing I'd lie for you Thinking I'd die for you Jodeci "Cry for You" Do things when you want me to Like controlla, controlla, yeah Like controlla, controlla, yeah Gyal a tear off mi garments And a bawl fi come inna mi apartment (Woi!) Di gyal dem want di length and strength Action speak louder than argument well But you can't just diss and come tell man sorry You can't listen to me talk and go tell my story, nah It don't work like that when you love somebody My old flex is my new flex now and we're workin' on it, yeah And that's why I need All the energy that you bring to me My last girl would tear me apart But she'd never wanna split a ting with me But when it comes to you, you I think I'd lie for you I think I'd die for you Do things when you want me to Like controlla, controlla, yeah Like controlla, controlla, yeah And I’m never on a waste ting shawty I do it how you say you want it Them girls, they just wanna take my money They don't want me to give you nothing They don't want you to have nothing They don't wanna see me find your lovin' They don't wanna see me Smiling back when they pree Jheeze! (Woop, woop, woop, woop) (Woop, woop, woop, woop) (Woop, woop, woop, woop) (Woop, woop, woop, woop) (Woop, woop, woop, woop) (Woop, woop, woop, woop) Music a drop! Gyal a whine up dem bumpa Dis is di summa summa controlla Drake from Canada, Beenie Man from Jamaica Dah one yah a murda—Zagga!

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I’m Upset

I'm Upset by Drake

Yeah I'm working on dying I'm upset Fifty thousand on my head, it's disrespect So offended that I had to double check I'ma always take the money over sex That's why they need me out the way, what you expect? Got a lot of blood and it's cold They keep tryna get me for my soul Thankful for the women that I know Can't go fifty-fifty with no ho Every month I'm supposed to pay her bills and get her what she want I still got like seven years of doin' what I want My dad still got child support from 1991 (One, one, one) Outta town, people love to pop a lot of shit then come around Word to Flacko Jodye, he done seen us put it down Niggas askin' if I'm cool I'm upset ('Set, 'set) Hunnid thousand on my head, it's disrespect (Disrespect) So offended that I had to double check You might also like You tryna check? This is real life, niggas think we playin' chess So what's next? Jump up out the bed like I'm possessed I go out on tour and I say I'm drinkin' less End up gettin' loose and gettin' pictures from my ex (Ex, ex, ex, ex) SMS, triple X That's the only time I ever shoot below the neck (Skrr) Why you keep on shootin' if you know that nigga dead? (Skrr) That's the only kind of shit that gets you some respect Got a lot of blood and it's cold They keep tryna get me for my soul (For my soul) Thankful for the women that I know Can't go fifty-fifty with no ho (Ayy, ayy) Every month She don't even love me, she just puttin' on a front (Front) She gon' try and settle outta court and make a run Then gon' ask me how I'm doin'? I'm upset ('Set, 'set) Half a million on my head I can accept, yeah 'Least it makes me feel like someone tried their best, yeah Want to waste a half a million, be my guest Made me wanna buy a vest and a TEC (Skrr) But I'm blessed, I just checked (Checked, checked) Hate me, never met me in the flesh (Flesh) Said she's got some things she gotta come here and collect That shit is in a box to the left, to the left (Left, left, left) Got a lot of blood and it's cold They keep tryna get me for my soul (For my soul) Thankful for the women that I know (That I know) Can't go fifty-fifty with no ho

Drake

Gyalchester

Gyalchester by Drake

(Yah! Yah! Yah! Yah! Yah! Ah) Hermès link, ice-blue mink (Woo!) Tat on my ribs like I do not know what permanent is (Yah!) They want me gone, wait for the kicker Bury me now and I only get bigger That's word to my nigga (Woo!) Yeah, October Firm in the cut (Yah!) Stay at the top like I'm stuck, that's just how I'm givin' it up She wanna get married tonight But I can't take a knee, 'cause I'm wearin' all white Me and my broski are twins, but we don't look alike I don't take naps Me and the money are way too attached to go and do that Muscle relax (Ha! Ha! Ha!) That and the spliff put me right on my back, I gotta unpack (Yah!) Virginia Black (Doo! Doo!) I could go make enough money off that and not even rap What's that? Facts (Facts, nigga, yah!) Contract max, I gotta bring that shit back (Blah!) Hermès link (Woo! Woo!), ice-blue mink (Yah!) Tat on my ribs like I do not know what permanent is They want me gone, out of the picture (Yah!) Bury me now and I only get bigger That's word to my, word to my— You might also like I'm so hot, yeah, I’m so right now (Right now) Who's not gang, bitch? Let me find out (Ha!) Keep hearin' clicks when I'm talkin' on the iPhone Feds in the city hate to see us on a high note (Woo!) I switch flow like I switch time zone Can't get Nobu, but you can get Milestone (Baka) I got a new mansion, 'cause I outgrew the condo Gotta do Maybach, she wanna fuck on the drive home Yeah, met her once and I got through (Yah!) I'm never washed, but I'm not new I know I said top five, but I'm top two And I'm not two and I got one Thought you had one, but it's not one, nigga, nah Hermès link, ice-blue mink (Yah!) Tat on my ribs like I do not know what permanent is They want me gone (Gone, blah!), wait for the kicker Bury me now and I only get bigger That's word to my nigga (Woo! Woo!) Yah!

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U With Me?

U With Me? by Drake

What these bitches want from a nigga? On some DMX shit I group DM my exes I tell 'em they belong to me, that goes on for forever And I think we just get closer when we not together You tell me that I'm confusin' More immature than Marques Houston Cuts too deep for a band-aid solution We too deep in this thing, you'll never lose me LOLOL, I'm glad you find this shit amusin' Heard a lot about me 'fore we started off I know you heard that my pool parties like Mardi Gras I know you heard that my girl is sponsored by Audemars That's why she always correctin' me when my time is off And my house is the definition Of alcohol and weed addiction You got a different vision You wanna walk around naked in the kitchen Without runnin' into one of my niggas That's not the way we livin' Too much goin' on, it's just not realistic These days I don't talk 'bout them days like I miss 'em And you shouldn't miss 'em either, we different people But every time we speakin' You might also like It's like a lot of games bein' played How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? Yeah It's like a lot of games are bein' played How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? Yeah I wanna know how much time you spent on them paragraphs Where you get at me All that grey in our conversation history, you Playin' mind games, when you sayin' things Playin' mime games, we both doin' the same thing Slide on a late night You like to slide on a late night You sent a "Are you here?" text without an invite That's that shit that I don't like We both slide on a late night Do things in our off time We both, yeah Made some mistakes, pon road Yeah, how's that for real? You toyin' with it like Happy Meal 3 dots, you thinkin' of a reaction still While you're typin', make sure you tell me What type of games are bein' played? How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? Yeah What type of games are bein' played? How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? Yeah Yeah, remember you was livin' at The London for a month Service elevator up to 4201 We was still a secret, couldn't come in through the front Girl, I had your back when all you used to do was front That's for sure though, I made a career off reminiscin' Time got a funny way of tickin', things are so much different I'll admit it, I've admitted to a lot of things Act like you know it, fuck them stories, fuck the shade they throwin' Understand I got responsibilities to people that I need And on my way to make this dough A lot of niggas cut the check so they can take this flow A lot of niggas cut the check so they can take this flow Ohhh, ohhh Tryna give your ass the world You runnin' your fingers through my curls You knew me when the kid had waves But that's enough of that You could never say I came up and forgot about your ass And that's some real shit

Drake

Do Not Disturb

Do Not Disturb by Drake

Silence keeps cloudin' me Hand on my heart And I, I wish time never mattered Yeah, stylin’ though Dissin' but got pictures with me smilin' though All the things you need, you still want problems though All the things I know, I still been silent though Yeah, used to be at SilverCity, Indigo Used to be in lunchroom, playin’ dominoes I don't want to have to go to funerals I gotta start sleepin' at the studio I don't have no time to be no Romeo All the love I need is at the rodeo All the love I need is here at OVO, yeah All the girls I know are there with E and Tho Who knows where I end up when that shit gets old? Maybe it never gets old and that's just how it goes Last table left in Carbone, callin' plays on the rotary phone I take a glass of Domina to go with me home Might move our annual shit to the 'Dome I need forty-thousand people to see what I'm on Yeah, ducked a lot of spiteful moves I was an angry yute while I was writin’ Views Saw a side of myself that I just never knew I’ll probably self-destruct if I ever lose, but I never do Steady doin' double shifts 1da doin’ the beat and I open up like a double click More blessings because I'm generous Thirty-seater plane for like ten of us Remember when I bought Sealey the fake Chanel wallet She knew that shit was a fraud but never told me about it Nowadays when we catchin' up we just laugh about it Can't describe what my life is like when she asks about it Scary whenever I close my eyes at night Wakin’ up to public statements about my private life I can never sleep 'til mornin' on all my quiet nights But you can rest assured that my mind is right Get no sick days, I leave for like three months in six days Never stick around to see shit change Get lil' updates, texts in my inboxes have been poppin' Seasons go by like I'm binge-watchin' Went from Club Palazzo in the Bridge to Club LIV To not even showin' up at a club 'less we doin' biz' I can't even party while a nigga pursuin' this Distractions will do you in, in the truest sense Especially people that want to lecture me And frame it like they just want the best for me Or they check for me, whatever splits it up So there's more for them and there's less for me They don't know they got to be faster than me to get to me No one's done it successfully 7AM in Germany, can't believe that they heard of me Last verse that I gotta do is always like surgery Always tryin' to let go of anything that'll burden me That's the reason you can feel the tension and the urgency Last chance I get to make sure that you take it personally Take this shit to heart, it's always executed perfectly If we do a song it's like takin' my kids to work with me You overnight celebrity, you one day star Swear I told you that I'm in this bitch for eternity I am a reflection of all of your insecurities Behind closed doors, a lot of 6 God worshipping Done talk now, 'cause there's other shit that's concernin' me There's real ones around me I want to make sure they learn from me I want to see my dawg, but his grandmother's his surety He can't even dip out to see me in an emergency My life is centered 'round competition and currency Takin' summer off, 'cause they tell me I need recovery Maybe gettin' back to my regular life will humble me I'll be back 2018 to give you the summary More LifeYou might also like

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Look What You’ve Done

Look What You've Done by Drake

Yeah Yeah Man It's like '09 in your basement and I'm in love with Nebby And I still love her, but it fell through because I wasn't ready And your back hurt, and your neck hurt and you smokin' heavy And I sit next to you, and I lecture you because those are deadly And then you ash it, and we argue about spendin' money on bullshit And you tell me I'm just like my father, my one button, you push it Now it's fuck you, I hate you, I'll move out in a heartbeat And I leave out and you call me and you tell me that you sorry And you love me and I love you and your heart hurts, mine does too And it's just words and they cut deep, but it's our world, it's just us two I see painkillers on the kitchen counter, I hate to see it all hurt so bad But maybe I wouldn't have worked this hard if you were healthy and it weren't so bad, uh Maybe I should walk up the street And try and get a job at the bank 'Cause leave it up to me, J, and Neeks We'll probably end up robbin' a bank Then Wayne calls up my phone Conversation wasn't that long Gets me a flight to Houston in the morning Oh, it's my time, yeah, it's on He's thinkin' of signin' me, I come home We make a mixtape with seventeen songs And almost get a Grammy off of that thing They love your son, man, that boy gone You get the operation you dreamed of And I finally send you to Rome And get to make good on my promise It all worked out, girl, we should've known 'Cause you deserve it You might also like Is this shit real? Should I pinch you? After all the things that we been through, I got you, yeah Look what you've done, look what you've done Look what you've done for me now, yeah You knew that I was gon' be somethin' When you're stressed out and you need somethin', I got you, yeah Look what you've done, look what you've done Look what you've, look what you've It's like '06 in your backyard, I'm in love with Jade And I'm still in love 'cause when it's that real is when it doesn't fade And my father living in Memphis now, he can't come this way Over some minor charges and child support that just wasn't paid, damn Boohoo, sad story, Black American dad story Know that I'm your sister's kid, but it still don't explain the love that you have for me I remember sneaking in your pool after school dances Damn, your house felt like the Hamptons For all of my summer romances I never really had no one like you, man, this all new shit Made the world I know bigger Changed the way that I viewed it Had all this fightin' going on at the crib You would calm me down when I lose it Told you I think I'm done acting Now I'm more in touch with the music You said, either way, I'd be a star, I could go so far Talked to me, then you got to me Then you'd toss the keys and loan me your car, yeah Just a young kid in a drop-top Lexus hopin' that I don't get arrested Just another kid that's going through life so worried that I won't be accepted But I could do anything You said that, and you meant that You took me places, you spent that They said no, we went back Checks bounced, but we bounced back I put all the money in your accounts back And I thank you, I don't know where I'd really be without that It worked out, man, you deserve it Is this shit real? Should I pinch you? After all the things that we been through, I got you, yeah Look what you've done, look what you've done Look what you've done for me now, yeah You knew that I was gon' be somethin' When you're stressed out and you need somethin', I got you, yeah Look what you've done, look what you've done Look what you've, look what you've Hi Aubrey I'm here sitting with my son having a little talk And he knew, knows how to get in touch with you now To let you know how grateful I am for your help in keeping me in this In this comfortable place All I can say, Aubrey, is I remember the good times we had together And the times I used to look after you And I still have wonderful feeling about that So God bless you And I hope I'll see you

Drake

Teenage Fever

Teenage Fever by Drake

Your heart is hard to carry after dark You're to blame for what we could have been 'Cause look at what we are Your friends are scared to tell you, you went too far Funny that it's always been all about you from the start I met someone new last night and we kicked it And I'm going back there tonight And you know what's on my mind, this time Going back there tonight And you know what's on my mind so If you had my love And I gave you all my trust Would you comfort me? And if somehow you knew That your love would be untrue Would you lie to me? If you had my love And I gave you all my trust Would you comfort me? And if somehow you knew That your love would be untrue Would you lie to me? You might also like Out of body That's just how I feel when I'm around you, shawty Last night we didn't say it But girl, we both thought it Why second guess? I should have stayed You say the word, I'm on the way This shit feels like teenage fever I'm not scared of it, she ain't either Why second guess? I should have stayed 'Cause you know what's on my mind so If you had my love And I gave you all my trust Would you comfort me? And if somehow you knew That your love would be untrue Would you lie to me? If you had my love And I gave you all my trust Would you comfort me? And if somehow you knew That your love would be untrue Would you lie to me? Yeah, slightly, hah, took a left turn there But very much six AM Slightly been awake for twenty-four hours, so please forgive me More ideas and stuff comin' Yeah, yeah, fam I'm wafflin', but man is tired, fam, Jesus Christ

Drake

Fire & Desire

Fire & Desire by Drake

Dedicate, I dedicate the world Yeah, oh I dedicate, I dedicate I give you my fortune I dedicate, I dedicate I dedicate, I dedicate I dedicate, I dedicate I dedicate, dedicate, dedicate I dedicate to you I dedicate, I dedicate I dedicate, I dedicate, oh yeah I dedicate, I dedicate to you They throwin' dirt on my old name Only gets worse when you know things You don't see the perks of this whole thing But you get real on a pill and I like it You just like my sidekick, I just wanna ride, fulfill all your desires Keep you in the front, never in the back and never on the side, uh (Yeah) You a real ass woman and I like it I don't wanna fight it You might also like Look, you know I'm a rider, nothin' left to hide Your other nigga tired Talk about you like you never leave his side But I don't really buy it Me? I'm movin' quiet, all the things we're tryin' Let's just keep it private (Don't say anything) Tell me should I cut these other girls right out of my life? 'Cause we never decided, tell me how you feel inside You a real ass woman and I like it, yeah Dedicate to you I need you inspired, I need you excited I don't wanna fight it Yeah-yeah, I figure out you, you figure out me We both a different breed I'm followin' your lead, I ask you what you need You say, "A guarantee" I mean, you say that like it's easy You never believe me Told you I got Zs for these other girls sleepin' on 'em Girl, I'm sleepy Sometimes I'm so indecisive But you a real ass woman and I like it I don't wanna fight it I give you my fortune I dedicate, I dedicate I dedicate, I dedicate I dedicate, dedicate, dedicate I dedicate to you I dedicate, I dedicate This song's for you I dedicate, I dedicate I give you my voice This song's for you

Drake

Crew Love

Crew Love by Drake (Ft. The Weeknd)

Ooh, ooh Woah, yeah Ooh (Yeah) Take your nose off my keyboard What you bothering me for? There's a room full of niggas What you following me for? This ain't no fuckin' sing-along So, girl, what you singin' for? It's 'cause we blowing like a C4 Got my whole crew blowin' like a C4 Twenty, keep the bar rollin' Fake IDs in the trash, we goin' Straight to the top, rooftop glows With a handful of girls and they all so foreign Brain so poisoned, rainbows flowin' Light-skinned chick, first flight from Poland A whole lotta friends, first flight from Poland A whole lotta cash comin' straight from Poland Why? 'Cause they loving the crew They loving the crew They loving the crew Oh, they loving the crew Oh, they loving the crew They loving the crew They loving the crew They loving the crew, woah You might also like Yeah Smokin' weed under star projectors I guess we'll never know where Harvard gets us But seein' my family have it all Took the place of that desire for diplomas on the wall And really, I think I like who I'm becoming There's times where I might do it just to do it like it's nothing There's times where I might blow like 50K on a vacation For all my soldiers, just to see the looks on all they faces All it took was patience I got a lotta friends to come up off the strip for me The same ones that'll come up off the hip for me The realest niggas say, "Your lyrics do shit for me" I told my story and made history Tell them I'ma need reservations for twenty I've never really been one for the preservation of money, nah I'd much rather spend it all while I'm breathin' That OVO and that XO is everything you believe in, I know They loving the crew Oh, they loving the crew Oh, they loving the crew Loving the crew, oh Oh, they loving the crew They loving the crew They loving the crew They loving the crew Woah 'Cause we blowin' like a C4 Got my whole crew blowin' like a C4 (If you broadcast swag, nigga, we the news in your city)

Drake

Doing It Wrong

Doing It Wrong by Drake

When a good thing goes bad, it's not the end of the world It's just the end of a world that you had with one girl And she's the reason it happened, but she's overreacting And it's all because she don't want things to change So cry if you need to, but I can't stay to watch you That's the wrong thing to do Touch if you need to, but I can't stay to hold you That's the wrong thing to do Talk if you need to, but I can't stay to hear you That's the wrong thing to do 'Cause you'll say you love me, and I'll end up lying And say, "I love you too" But I need someone different You know it, oh, you know it Oh, you know it, we both know it I need someone different You know it, oh, you know it Oh, you know it, we both know it Something's been missing You know it, oh, she knows it Oh, I know it, we all know it I need someone different Oh, oh You might also like We live in a generation of not being in love and not being together But we sure make it feel like we're together 'Cause we're scared to see each other with somebody else So cry if you need to, but I can't stay to watch you That's the wrong thing to do Touch if you need to, but I can't stay to hold you That's the wrong thing to do Talk if you need to, but I can't stay to hear you That's the wrong thing to do 'Cause you'll say you love me, and I'll end up lying And say, "I love you too" But I need someone different You know it, oh, you know it Oh, you know it, we both know it I need someone different You know it, oh, you know it Oh, you know it, we both know it Something's been missing You know it, oh, she knows it Oh, I know it, we all know it I need someone different Oh, oh

Drake

Own It

Own It by Drake

Own it It's yours It's yours Yours You're still the one that I adore Ain't much out there to have feelings for Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? (Yours) Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Yours A few bottles on the table, a few waters It ain't a secret, baby, everybody saw us Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? It's yours Next time we fuck, I don't wanna fuck, I wanna make love Next time we talk, I don't wanna just talk, I wanna trust Next time I stand tall, I wanna be standin' for you And next time I spend, I want it all to be for you, oh Peakin', I'm peakin' Wake up with me this weekend, we can, oh Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? It's yours Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, I said Go own that shit, own that shit Own that shit, own that shit Go and own that shit, own that shit Own that shit, you own that shit, go and Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it Go own that shit, own that shit Own that shit Own that shit, own that shit Own that shit You might also like Niggas talk more than bitches these days Just let that shit sink in, ha! Niggas talk more than bitches these days Who could get the pussy quicker these days Still straight with the weed and the liquor these days 'Cause the new drugs got the kids trippin' these days (Trippin') Bunch of journalists been searchin' for a story My ex-girl been searchin' for a "sorry" (How you do?) Couple bitches tryna have me on the Maury Like nigga, it's yours, you should be supportin' But where you been at? On tour, gettin' money Y'all don't even really check for me You ain't even hit me when that nigga had threats for me, girl You don't love me, you just say that shit to get to me, girl 'Cause you got the Batphone and my work line You should call When the last time you did somethin' for the first time? You done done it all I swear to God, niggas talk more than bitches these days Got you thinkin' that I'm different these days Broken telephone for every single conversation By the time it gets to you, shit switches these days, but oh (Yeah) It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, it's It's always gonna be yours Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it (It's always gonna be yours) Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, I said (It's always gonna be yours) Go own that shit Own it Own it It's yours, it's yours Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, baby, own it, it's yours Own that shit, own that shit, own that shit

Drake

Wu-Tang Forever

Wu-Tang Forever by Drake

(Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back) Uh (Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back) Uh (Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back) Uh (Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back) I I just love when I'm with you Yeah, this shit is on ten We used to be friends, girl, and even back then You would look at me with no hesitation and you'd tell me Baby, it's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody and that What made me think about the game, girl And how I switched it up with a new thing Young nigga came through on his Wu-Tang And nowadays when I ask about who got it They say it's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, it's yours That's for sure, that's for sure (Yeah) It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, it's yours That's for sure, that's for sure You might also like How you feel about Comin' home with a nigga for the night? If you nervous, hit the lights I know we only fuckin' out of spite 'cause your man don't Do you right, do you right I could fuck you so good, then I hit you with the 9 a.m. in Dallas Who you like, baby, who you like? Machine gun raps for all my niggas in the back Stadium packed, just glad to see the city on the map I just gave the city life, it ain't about who did it first It's 'bout who did it right, niggas looking like "Preach" Open cases on me for a half a million each I find peace knowing that it's harder in the streets, I know Luckily I didn't have to grow there I would only go there 'cause niggas that I know there I don't know what's getting into me, I just like the rush When you see your enemy somewhere in the club and you realize He just not in a position to reciprocate your energy You ain't ever worried 'cause he's not who he pretends to be People like Mazin who was a best friend to me Start to become a distant memory Things change in that life, and this life started lacking synergy And fuckin' with me mentally, I think it's meant to be Yeah, paranoid, always rolling with my mothafuckin' boys But you gotta understand when it's yours They don't really leave your ass with a mothafuckin' choice, man I, I just love when I'm with you Yeah, this shit is on ten We used to be friends, girl, and even back then You would look at me with no hesitation and you'd tell me, baby It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody and that What made me think about the game, girl And how I switched it up with a new thing Young nigga came through on his Wu-Tang And nowadays when I ask about who got it They say it's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, it's yours That's for sure, that's for sure (Yeah) It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, it's yours That's for sure, that's for sure How you feel about? (It's yours, it's yours)

Drake

The Motion

The Motion by Drake (Ft. Sampha)

It's not me and you, it's not me it's you You're reckless and you know it, they don't love you like I do Say you're moving on, well, I guess that's just the motion I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion I don't have a fuck to give, I've been moving state to state In my leather and my Timbs like it's 1998 And my dog Chubby Chub, that's my nigga from the way On the Eastside of the city, that's where everybody stay Seem like everybody calling 'cause they want me on their song It's like every time I touch it I could never do no wrong When they need a favor from you, man, they don't leave you alone But I guess that's just the motion, yeah Then that phone doesn't ring When they got everything, that's the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) You might also like Yeah, looking back on it, at least my pride is intact 'Cause we said "no strings attached" and I still got tied up in that Everything that I write is either for her or about her So I'm with her even when I'm here without her and she know it The girl that I wanna save is like a danger to my health Try being with somebody that wanna be somebody else I always thought she was perfect when she was being herself Don't even know how to help, but I guess that's just the motion, yeah She'll probably come around Soon as I settle down, that's the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Nothing less and nothing more I hear your heart hit the floor I guess that's just the motion Talking to you is not enough, no I guess that’s just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Yeah

Drake

Free Smoke

Free Smoke by Drake

Is it the strength of your feelings Overthrowing your pain? You'll see new heights you’ll be reaching And is it today that you will find your new release? And in your wake, ripple your sweet fate And more chune for your headtop So watch how you speak on my name, you know? Yeah, I couldn't get a bill paid You couldn't buy the real thing I was stayin’ up at yo' place Tryin' to figure out the whole thing I saw people doin' things Almost gave up on the music thing But we all so spoiled now More life, more everything Must have never had your phone tapped All that yappin' on the phone shit You must really love the road life All that never comin' home shit Free smoke, free smoke, ayy Free smoke, free smoke, ayy Free smoke, free smoke, ayy You might also like Dom Rosé toast Hidden Hills where I post I start my day slow Silk pajamas when I wake though Miraval to the face though I drunk text J-Lo Old number, so it bounce back Boi-1da got the bounce back Used to get paid for shows in front-door money Five, ten, twenties, hand sanitize after you count that Me and Gibbo was about that Eatin' Applebee's and Outback Southwest, no first class Hilton rooms, gotta double up Writin’ our name on a double cup We ain’t even have a tour bus Girls wouldn't even think of recordin’ me I fall asleep in sororities I had some different priorities Weezy had all the authority Women I like was ignorin' me Now they like, "Aren't you adorable?" I know the question rhetorical I took the team plane from Oracle Mama never used to cook much Used to chef KD Now me and Chef, KD Bet on shots for twenty G's I brought the game to its knees I make too much these days to ever say, "Poor me" Where you at? I never see you Free smoke, free smoke, ayy Free smoke, free smoke, ayy Free smoke, free smoke, ayy Niggas moves so waste Please come outside the house and show yourself So I can say it to your face It’s bound to happen, man, it's gotta happen now So let's just get it out the way Lot of niggas goin' bad on me Please, one at a time I wanna move to Dubai So I don't never have to kick it with none of you guys I didn't listen to Hov on that old song When he told me, "Pay it no mind" I get more satisfaction outta goin' at your head And seein' all of you die And I seen a lot of you die Free smoke, free smoke, ayy Free smoke, free smoke, ayy Free smoke, free smoke, ayy Hidden Hills where I post, yeah 'Ye already know, yeah I'm the troublemaker in the neighborhood Far as troublemakin' goes, yeah House party up the road, yeah I'm not Kid 'n Play This kid doesn't play about the flow, yeah Y'all keep playin' with your nose, yeah You get high and do the most, yeah How you let the kid fightin' Ghost-writin' rumors turn you to a ghost? Oh, you niggas got jokes Free smoke, free smoke Baka Yeah, we outchea Ya dun know, eh? It's a OVO ting, eh? Ya dun know, eh? It's a East Side ting, eh? Ya dun know, eh? More life

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No Role Modelz

No Role Modelz by J. Cole

First things first: rest in peace, Uncle Phil For real You the only father that I ever knew I get my bitch pregnant, I'ma be a better you Prophecies that I made way back in the Ville Fulfilled Listen, even back when we was broke, my team ill Martin Luther King woulda been on Dreamville, talk to a nigga One time for my L.A. sisters One time for my L.A. ho Lame niggas can't tell the difference One time for a nigga who know Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved No role models, and I'm here right now No role models to speak of Searchin' through my memory, my memory, I couldn't find one Last night, I was gettin' my feet rubbed by the baddest bitch Not Trina, but I swear to God, this bitch'll make you call your girl up And tell her, "Hey, what's good? Sorry, I'm never comin' home, I'ma stay for good" Then hang the phone up and proceed to lay the wood I came fast like 9-1-1 in white neighborhoods Ain't got no shame 'bout it She think I'm spoiled and I'm rich 'cause I can have any bitch I got defensive and said, "Nah, I was the same without it" But then I thought back, back to a better me Before I was a B-list celebrity 'Fore I started callin' bitches "bitches" so heavily Back when you could get a platinum plaque without no melody, you wadn't sweatin' me You might also like One time for my L.A. sisters One time for my L.A. ho Lame niggas can't tell the difference One time for a nigga who know Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved I want a real love, dark-skinned Aunt Viv love That Jada and that Will love That leave a toothbrush at your crib love And you ain't gotta wonder whether that's your kid love Nigga, I don't want no bitch from reality shows Out-of-touch-with-reality hoes Out in Hollywood bringin' back five or six hoes Fuck 'em then we kick 'em to the do', nigga, you know how it go She deserved that, she a bird, it's a bird trap You think if I didn't rap she would flirt back? Takin' off her skirt, let her wear my shirt, 'fore she leave "I'ma need my shirt back" (Nigga, you know how it go) One time for my L.A. sisters One time for my L.A. ho Lame niggas can't tell the difference One time for a nigga who know Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved There's an old saying in Tennessee—I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee—that says, fool me once... shame on... shame on you Fool me—can't get fooled again Fool me one time, shame on you (Ayy) Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you (Ayy) Fool me three times, fuck the peace sign Load the chopper, let it rain on you (Bop, bop, bop) Fool me one time, shame on you (Ayy) Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you (Ayy) Fool me three times, fuck the peace sign Load the chopper, let it rain on you (Bop, bop, bop) My only regret was too young for Lisa Bonet My only regret was too young for Nia Long Now all I'm left with is hoes from reality shows Hand her a script, the bitch prolly couldn't read along My only regret was too young for Sade Adu My only regret, could never take Aaliyah home Now all I'm left with is hoes up in Greystone With the stale face 'cause they know it's they song She shallow but the pussy deep (She shallow She shallow) She shallow but the pussy deep (She shallow), yeah, ayy (She shallow) She shallow but the pussy deep (She shallow), haha (She shallow) She shallow but the pussy deep (She shallow She shallow) Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved 1.3KEmbed

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Power Trip

Power Trip by J. Cole (Ft. Miguel)

Got me up all night All I'm singin' is love songs She got me up all night Constant drinkin' and love songs She got me up all night Down-and-out with these love songs She got me up all night Drownin' out with these love songs She got me up all night (Yeah) All I'm singin' is love songs She got me up all night (Yeah) Constant drinkin' and love songs She got me up all night (Yeah) Down-and-out with these love songs She got me open all night (Uh-huh) Got me open all night, hey Okay, back when I was sleeping in my mama crib Or even back when I was up there in Mohammed crib Paying seventeen hundred for the rent, money well spent No heater, but a nigga made heat, may I vent? Had a thing for ya, even wrote the song "Dreams" for ya ‘Cause I had dreams for ya, thoughts of a ring for ya Childish shit, you know child and shit Anonymous flowers sent, you know coward shit Now a nigga signed to Hov, took a power trip Back home, I'm grown now, and the city's my throne now, huh The same clubs that I used to get tossed out Life got Kriss Kross'd: totally crossed out ‘Cause now I'm in this bitch and I'm totally bossed out Old chicks crying ‘cause they know that they lost out But I'm still on you, I'm still on you My drink spill on me, while I feel on you, I'm sayin'— You might also like Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want you to want me Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want ya And we are, we are, we are Got me up all night And we are, we are, we are All I'm singin' is love songs And we are, we are, we are Got me up all night And we are, we are, we are (She got me) And we are, we are, we are (She got me) Well, this has got to be the longest crush ever If I ever get to fuck it'd be the longest bust ever Love is a drug, like the strongest stuff ever and Fuck it, I'm on one, you feel me? She on a power trip, she got me where she want a nigga Wife'ing in the club, man, my homies gon' disown a nigga Like, "Give me twenty dollars, dollars!" Ass stupid, how you get to college, college? I'm in your city and I'm wonderin' if you're home now Went and found a man, but I'm hopin' you're alone now Can't help but feeling like I dropped the ball, cliché I used to pop up on you at the mall each day Now, typically I kick game like Eastbay But you got a nigga freeze-framed yelling: "Please play!" For Pete's sake, homie, pull it together Just fuck her one time and be through with forever, but— Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want you to want me Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want ya, yeah And we are, we are, we are Got me up all night And we are, we are, we are All I'm singin' is love songs And we are, we are, we are Got me up all night And we are, we are, we are (She got me) And we are, we are, we are (She got me) Got me up all night (All night) All I'm singin' is love songs She got me up all night (All night) Constant drinkin' and love songs She got me up all night (All night) Down-and-out with these love songs She got me up all night (All night) Drownin' out with these love songs She got me up all night (Yeah) All I'm singin' is love songs She got me up all night (Yeah) Constant drinkin' and love songs She got me up all night (Yeah) Down-and-out with these love songs She got me open all night (Uh-huh) Got me open all night, hey Back when I was sleeping in my mama crib *Space Bar Tap*

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Wet Dreamz

Wet Dreamz by J. Cole

Cole Cole world Yeah Let me take y'all back, man As I do so well Wadn't nuttin' like that Man, it wadn't nuttin' like that First time, she was in my math class (Uh-huh) Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass Sat beside me, used to laugh, had mad jokes The teacher always got mad, so we passed notes It started off so innocent She had a vibe and a nigga started diggin' it, uh I was a youngin, straight crushin', tryna play the shit cool But a nigga couldn't wait to get to school, ‘cause when I seen Them thighs on her and them hips on her and them lips on her Got me daydreamin', man, what I'm thinkin' how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it Make it hard for me to stand up, as time goes by Attractions gettin' deep and Wet dreamin', thinkin' that I'm smashin' but I'm sleepin', I want it bad And I ain't never been obsessed before She wrote a note that said, "You ever had sex before?" Damn… You might also like And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no I wrote back and said "Of course I had sex before," knowin' I was frontin' I said, "I'm like a pro, baby," knowin' I was stuntin' But if I told the truth, I knew that I'd get played out, son Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one, but She don't know that, so she done wrote back and told me "Oh, you a pro, homie? Well, I want you to show me My mama gone for the weekend So Saturday, baby, we can get to freakin'." That's when my heart start racin' and my body start sweatin' Baby, you done woke my lil' man up I'm thinkin' how that body look naked when you layin' on the bed Teacher, please, don't make me stand up, I wrote back like "Yeah, baby, sound like a plan." Still tryna play it cool, sound like the man But I was scared to death, my nigga, my stomach turnin' Talkin' shit, knowin' damn well I was a virgin, fuck And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no Yeah, you know that feelin' when you Know you finna bone for the first time? I'm hopin' that she won't notice it's my first time I'm hopin' that my shit is big enough to fuck wit' And most of all I'm prayin', "God, don't let me bust quick" I'm watchin' pornos, tryna see just how to stroke right Practice puttin' condoms on—how it go? Right I'm in her crib, now a nigga palm sweatin' With a pocket full of rubbers and an erection That's when my hands start touchin' and her face start blushin' And a nigga roll over on top and then she Get my pants unbuckled and her hands start rubbin' On me, ooh girl, don't stop, it's time for action Pull out the condoms real smooth, yeah, just how I practiced But right before I put it in, she flinched and grabbed it and said "I wanna get somethin' off my mental I can tell you're a pro, but baby, be gentle, ‘cause—" ‘Cause I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no 1.1KEmbed

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Crooked Smile

Crooked Smile by J. Cole (Ft. TLC)

Even though I— On my way, on my way, on my way down On my way, on my way, on my way down You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round They tell me I should fix my grill ‘cause I got money now I ain't gon' sit around and front like I ain't thought about it A perfect smile is more appealing, but it's funny how My shit is crooked—look at how far I done got without it! I keep my twisted grill, just to show the kids it's real We ain't picture perfect, but we worth the picture still I got smart, I got rich and I got bitches still And they all look like my eyebrows: thick as hell Love yourself, girl, or nobody will Though you a woman I don't know how you deal With all the pressure to look impressive and go out in heels I feel for you, killin' yourself to find a man that'll kill for you You wake up, put makeup on Stare in the mirror, but it's clear that you can’t face what’s wrong No need to fix what God already put his paintbrush on Your roommate yelling, "Why you gotta take so long?!" What it's like to have a crooked smile You might also like Even though I— On my way, on my way, on my way down On my way, on my way, on my way down (This crooked smile) You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round (Yeah) To all the women with the flaws, know it's hard, my darling You wonder why you're lonely and your man's not calling You keep falling victim ‘cause you're insecure And when I tell you that you're beautiful you can't be sure ‘Cause he don't seem to want you back and it's got you askin' So all you see is what you lackin', not what you packin' Take it from a man that loves what you got And baby girl, you a star, don't let 'em tell you you're not Now is it real? Eyebrows, fingernails, hair Is it real? If it's not, girl, you don't care ‘Cause what's real is somethin' that the eyes can't see That the hands can’t touch, that them broads can’t be And that’s you, never let 'em see your frown And if you need a friend to pick you up, I’ll be around And we can ride with the windows down, the music loud I can tell you ain’t laughed in a while But I wanna see that crooked smile Even though I— On my way, on my way, on my way down On my way, on my way, on my way down You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round We got the crooked smile, we can style on 'em Back round, crooked smile, we can style on 'em You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round We don't look nothin' like the people on the screen You know, the movie stars, picture perfect beauty queens But we got dreams and we got the right to chase ‘em Look at the nation That’s a crooked smile braces couldn’t even straighten Seem like half the race is either on probation or in jail Wonder why we inhale, ‘cause we in Hell already I ask: If my skin pale, would I then sell like Eminem or Adele? But one more time for the 'Ville And fuck all of that beef shit, nigga, let’s make a mil Hey officer man, we don’t want nobody gettin' killed Just open up that cell, let my brother outta jail I got money for the bail now, and well now If you askin' will I tell now—ayy, hell nah I ain’t snitchin' 'cause, man, they get them niggas stitches now If you was around then you wouldn’t need a witness now How you like this crooked smile? Even though I— On my way, on my way, on my way down On my way, on my way, on my way down (That crooked smile) You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round We got the crooked smile, we can style on 'em Back round, crooked smile, we can style on 'em You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round La la la, la la la, la-la—la—la La la la, la la la, la-la—la—la La la la, la la la, la-la—la—la La la la, la la la, la-la—la—la On my way, on my way, on my way down On my way, on my way, on my way down You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round Back round You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round Back round You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round Round

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MIDDLE CHILD

MIDDLE CHILD by J. Cole

You good, T-Minus? Niggas been countin' me out I’m countin' my bullets, I'm loadin’ my clips I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin’ ’em hit The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The game is off balance, I’m back on my shit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how I like it, you all on my dick I'm all in my bag, this hard as it get I do not snort powder, I might take a sip I might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip I ain’t poppin' no pill, but you do as you wish I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to death I got a few mil' but not all of them rich What good is the bread if my niggas is broke? What good is first class if my niggas can't sit? That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit Just like LeBron, get my niggas more chips Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift Back when the rap game was prayin' I'd diss They act like two legends cannot coexist But I'd never beef with a nigga for nothin' If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be legit It won't be for clout, it won't be for fame It won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the same It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers It won't be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane Everything grows, it's destined to change I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you came I hope that you scrape every dollar you can I hope you know money won't erase the pain To the OGs, I'm thankin' you now Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a choice I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise This year gon' be different, I set my intentions I promise to slap all that hate out your voice You might also like Niggas been countin' me out I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how I like it, you all on my dick I just poured somethin' in my cup I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel Promise I am never lettin' up Money in your palm don't make you real Foot is on they neck, I got 'em stuck I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck Pistol in your hand don't make you real I'm dead in the middle of two generations I'm little bro and big bro all at once Just left the lab with young 21 Savage I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for lunch Had a long talk with the young nigga Kodak Reminded me of young niggas from 'Ville Straight out the projects, no fakin', just honest I wish that he had more guidance, for real Too many niggas in cycle of jail Spending they birthdays inside of a cell We coming from a long bloodline of trauma We raised by our mamas, Lord, we gotta heal We hurting our sisters, the babies as well We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well Distorted self-image, we set up to fail I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga I just poured somethin' in my cup I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel Promise I am never lettin' up Money in your palm don't make you real Foot is on they neck, I got 'em stuck I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck Pistol in your hand don't make you real Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Money in your palm don't make you real

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She Knows

She Knows by J. Cole (Ft. Amber Coffman & Cults)

She knows She knows, ayy Bad things happen to the people you love And you find yourself praying up to heaven above But honestly, I've never had much sympathy 'Cause those bad things, I always saw them coming for me I'm gonna run, run away (Oh, I), run run away, run away (Oh, I-I-I) Run away and never come back (Well, alright) Run run away, run run away (Oh, I), run away (Oh, I-I-I) Show 'em that your color is black (Well, alright) Damned if I do, damned if I don't You know I got a girl back home You got a man, what you want, what you want? What these bitches want from a nigga? On some DMX shit, huh I know them other niggas love tricking On some BMX shit, but not me Now I'm sure you done heard about me A black star, Mos Def, Kweli Good so them bad hoes try me, they try me This is Martin Luther King in the club, getting dubs With a bad bitch in his ear, sayin' that she down for whatever In the back of his mind is Coretta You might also like And she knows, she knows And I know she knows, and I know she knows And deep down, she knows, she knows And I know she knows, and I know she knows Well, alright, oh, I, oh, I-I-I I can't be what you want from me, well, alright Oh, I, oh, I-I-I I can't be what you want from me, well, alright Damned if I do, shit, damned if I don't I'm passing up on bad hoes Trying to be the man that she want, what she want? What she—What she want from a nigga? To put a ring on it Got a bitch on my dick right now And she just want to sing on it Got me up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie I be up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie Dancehall vibes with my pants on fire 'Cause I told her I was sleep 'Cause I creep with this pretty young thing that I chose She could be doing the same thing, I suppose And she knows, she knows And I know she knows, and I know she knows And deep down, she knows, she knows And I know she knows, and I know she knows Well, alright, oh, I, oh, I-I-I I can't be what you want from me, well, alright Oh, I, oh, I-I-I I can't be what you want from me, well, alright Niggas say, "Turn up," hoes say, "Turn up" Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up Niggas say, "Turn up," hoes say, "Turn up" Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up Rest in peace to Aaliyah Rest in peace to Left Eye (Left Eye) Michael Jackson, I'll see ya Just as soon as I die (I die) Got me up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie, uh I be up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie Got me up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie, uh I be up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie Well, alright, oh, I, oh, I-I-I I can't be what you want from me, well, alright Oh, I, oh, I-I-I I can't be what you want from me, well, alright Run away, run away— Back Run away, run away— Back Run away, run away— Back Run away, run away— Back

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Deja Vu

Deja Vu by J. Cole

Huh, ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her Sometimes you worry 'bout the things he can provide for ya Whenever you around I seem to come alive for ya I finally recognize the feelings that's inside for ya Although I know your man and trust me he would die for ya These quiet thoughts of you been going on for years now I saw you in the party, soft lips, soft-spoken I came to talk to you but homie interfered now He introduced you as his girl and I was heartbroken Some people talk about that love at first sight shit To keep it real I don't know whether I believe it's true But if it is then tell me if I'm wrong or right if I fell in love with you before I ever even knew I catch your eye then look away as if it never happened At times I feel as though I'm caught up in a strange dream If eyes could talk then mines would tell ya that I'm feeling you (Feeling you) Sometimes I swear your eyes be telling me the same thing You might also like She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dreams (Bigger dream), hm She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dream (Bigger dreams), hm, listen She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dreams (Bigger dream) She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dream, bigger dreams, listen Club jumping, don't stop, off top But you know we only go 'til 2 o'clock Put yo' motherfuckin' hood up, it's the weekend Drop that, back that ass up and bitches get to freaking Last call at the bar, ladies get a drink, nigga get some balls Ain't no telling you gon' see that bitch tomorrow Stop holding up the wall waiting for the right song Better holla 'cause you know they 'bout to cut the lights on And put my number in it— Huh, I'm staring at you from afar I'm wondering 'bout you, like where you from and who you are 'Cause you a star, no, not the type that snort the white lines I mean the type that light the night time I heard you got a man, but who in their right mind letting you out the house alone? Tell me is your house a home? Why you in the club looking like you out to zone? Now be discreet and pull out your phone and put my number in it Text a nigga when your man leave you unattended On a scale from 1 to 10 that girl's a hundred and I want it No question, I know destiny well And though I sin the Lord blessing me still Every saint got a past, every sinner got a future Every loser gotta win and every winner gotta lose someday They say it's just a matter of time And if I had my way then you would be mine, huh She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dreams (Bigger dream), yeah She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dream (Bigger dreams), hm, listen She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dreams (Bigger dream) She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dream, bigger dreams Club jumping, don't stop, off top But you know we only go 'til 2 o'clock Put yo' motherfuckin' hood up, it's the weekend Drop that, back that ass up and bitches get to freaking Last call at the bar, ladies get a drink, nigga get some balls Ain't no telling you gon' see that bitch tomorrow Stop holding up the wall waiting for the right song Better holla 'cause you know they 'bout to cut the lights on I know you were made for me but Darling don't you wait for me 'cause I can see the promised land but I can't do no promising and I know you were made for me but Darling don't you wait for me 'cause I can see the promised land but I can't do no promising Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her

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Love Yourz

Love Yourz by J. Cole

Huh, love yours Huh, love yours No such thing No such thing as a life that's better than yours No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Love yours) No such thing as a life that's better than yours No such thing, no such thing Heart beatin' fast, let a nigga know that he alive Fake niggas, mad snakes Snakes in the grass let a nigga know that he arrived Don't be sleepin' on your level 'Cause it's beauty in the struggle, nigga (Beauty, beauty) Goes for all y'all It's beauty in the struggle, nigga (Beauty, beauty) Let me explain, yeah It's beauty in the struggle, ugliness in the success Hear my words and listen to my signal of distress I grew up in the city and know sometimes we had less Compared to some my niggas down the block, man, we were blessed And life can't be no fairy tale, no once upon a time But I be goddamned if a nigga don't be tryin' So tell me, Momma please, why you be drinkin' all the time? Does all the pain he brought you still linger in your mind? 'Cause pain still lingers on mine On the road to riches, listen, this is what you'll find The good news is, nigga, you came a long way The bad news is, nigga, you went the wrong way Think being broke was better You might also like No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Ha) No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Think being broke was better) No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Think being broke was better, yeah) No such thing, no such thing For what's money without happiness? Or hard times without the people you love? Though I'm not sure what's 'bout to happen next I ask for strength from the Lord (Man) up above 'Cause I been strong so far, but I can feel my grip loosenin' Quick, do somethin' before you lose it for good, get it back and use it for good And touch the people how you did like before I'm tired of livin' with demons 'cause they always invitin' more Think being broke was better, now I don't mean that phrase with no disrespect To all my niggas out there livin' in debt Cashin' minimal checks, turn on the TV, see a nigga Rolex And fantasize about a life with no stress I mean this shit sincerely, and as a nigga who was once in your shoes Livin' with nothin' to lose, I hope one day you hear me Always gon' be a bigger house somewhere, but nigga feel me Long as the people in that motherfucker love you dearly Always gon' be a whip that's better than the one you got Always gon' be some clothes that's fresher than the ones you rock Always gon' be a bitch that's badder out there on the tours But you ain't never gon' be happy 'til you love yours No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Love yours) No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Love yours) No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Love yours) No such thing, no such thing Heart beatin' fast, let a nigga know that he alive Fake niggas, mad snakes Snakes in the grass let a nigga know that he arrived

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G.O.M.D.

G.O.M.D. by J. Cole

Hollywood Cole, go Ayy, Hollywood, ayy, Hollywood Cole, go My nigga done went Hollywood You wanna know just where I'm at? Well, let me tell you 'bout it I put my city on the map But let me tell you 'bout it They tryna say I can't come back Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it Man, fuck them niggas, I come back Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it I wanna tell you 'bout it: Heads up, e'rybody run Cole outside and he say he got a gun Niggas like, "Man, that's what e'rybody said" (Uh-huh) Go and pop the trunk and now e'rybody dead E'rybody scared of the nigga, aware that the nigga is better (Better) All my bitches the pick of the litter (Yeah,) never bitter Niggas is fake, they anime Me, I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake (Cake), uh Fuck good, nigga, we demand great (Great) Order Domino then she take off all her cloth' Nigga you know how it go, make the pizza man wait (Hol' up! Hol' up! Hol' up!) The best-kept secret Even Hov tried to keep it then I leaked the damn tape, uh Rest in peace any nigga want beef Secret service couldn't keep the man safe You might also like I said, to the window, to the wall (To the wall) My nigga ride when I call (I call) Got bitches all on my mind (My mind) Fuck nigga blockin' my shine (My shine) I know the reason you feel a lil way I know just who you wan' be So every day I thank the Man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick Woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick Woah (Get the fuck off my dick, nigga) Get off my dick (Bitch) Woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick Woah Man, fuck them niggas, I come home And I don't tell nobody They gettin' temporary dough And I don't tell nobody Lord, will you tell me if I changed? I won't tell nobody I wanna go back to Jermaine And I won't tell nobody This is the part that the thugs skip! Young nigga never had love, you know Foot massage, back rub shit Blowin' bubbles in the bathtub shit That is until I met you Together we done watched years go by Seen a river of your tears go by Got me thinkin' 'bout some kids, still I Tell them hoes come through, the break-up Get to know somebody and you really learn A lot about 'em, won’t be long 'fore you start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you're better off without 'em Then in time, you will find can't walk without 'em Can't talk without 'em, can't breathe without 'em Came here together, you can't leave without 'em So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em On your Amerie, it's just 1 Thing about 'em, it's called love Niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more (No more), no more It's called love Niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more (Nigga, don't sing about this shit, nigga) But e'ry nigga in the club singin' To the window, to the wall (To the wall) My nigga ride when I call (I call) Got bitches all on my mind (My mind) Fuck nigga blockin' my shine (My shine) I know the reason you feel a lil way I know just who you wan' be So every day I thank the Man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick But e'ry nigga in the club singin' Singin' this song, yeah Got all the bitches in the club singin' Singin' this song, yeah And all the mamas let their kids sing it Sing this song, yeah The baby mamas and the mistresses This song, yeah, song, yeah Song, yeah, song-song, yeah The make up This shit is retarded Goddamn Why every rich Black nigga gotta be famous? Why every broke Black nigga gotta be brainless? Uh, that's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Aerial Heights, here's a scenario: Young Cole pockets is fat like Lil Terrio Dreamville, give us a year, we'll be on every show Yeah, fuck nigga, I'm very sure Heh Fuck the rest, I'm the best nigga out When I'm back home, I'm the best in the South When I'm in L.A., I'm the best in the West You contest? You can test, I'ma stretch niggas out Ooh, I'ma stretch niggas out That go for all y'all if I left niggas out This shit for e'rybody on my testicle Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho

J. Cole

Apparently

Apparently by J. Cole

Oh, right, oh Oh, why, na-da-da-da I keep my head high I got my wings to carry me I don't know freedom I want my dreams to rescue me I keep my faith strong I ask the Lord to follow me I've been unfaithful I don't know why you call on me This is my canvas (Yeah, my canvas) I'ma paint it how I want it baby, oh I This is my canvas I'ma paint it, paint it, paint it, how I want it nigga Fuck you 'cause there, there is no right or wrong, only a song I like to write alone, be in my zone Think back to Forest Hills, no perfect home But the only thing like home I've ever known Until they snatched it from my mama And foreclosed her on the loan I'm so sorry that I left you there to deal with that alone I was up in New York City chasing panties, getting dome Had no clue what you was going through How could you be so strong? And how could I be so selfish? I know I can be so selfish I could tell by how I treat you with my girl, damn she so selfless But she put up with my ways because she loves me like you do And though it don't always show, I love her just like I love you, and I need to treat you better Wish you could live forever So we could spend more time together I love you mama You might also like I keep my head high I got my wings to carry me I don't know freedom I want my dreams to rescue me I keep my faith strong I ask the Lord to follow me I've been unfaithful I don't know why you call on me E-e-eee, e-e, apparently You believe in me, you believe in me E-e-eee, e-e, apparently You believe in me, and I thank you for it, oh, I Another day, another rhyme, ho Another day, another time zone Today, I woke up feeling horny so it's only right, I got two bitches playing on my trombone Keep up, never sure where the words would take me Niggas eat em up and regurgitate me Shit trump tight never slurred it lazy Give a virgin the urge to rape me, nigga please Best friends really make great for enemies My watch came, niggas can't wait for one of these I see you, nigga, this ain't no Rolex, it's an AP, nigga I'm hot, dog, catch up to me, nigga— huh, couldn't resist Aim for the stars and I shouldn't have missed But I was riding on fumes, so I stopped by the moon Now I'm sitting on the hood of this bitch Like, "Thanks for the view," waiting on thanks from a few 'Cause without me you wouldn't exist You know that shit, gave you the blueprint, don't forget Cole is your phone on zero percent Going off, now niggas showing off Niggas swear they hard, but they flowing soft I'm taking off like "boing!" on a big ass Boeing, and getting head like a coin toss, too easy I keep my head high I got my wings to carry me I don't know freedom I want my dreams to rescue me I keep my faith strong I ask the Lord to follow me I've been unfaithful I don't know why you call on me E-e-eee, e-e, apparently You believe in me, you believe in me E-e-eee, e-e, apparently You believe in me, and I thank you for it, oh I

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Kevin’s Heart

Kevin's Heart by J. Cole

She my number one, I don't need nothing on the side Said that I was done for good and don't want no more lies But my phone be blowing up, temptations on my line I stare at the screen a while before I press decline But she plants a seed and it still lingers in my mind Told myself I'm strong enough to shake it and I'm trying But I'm only human, I know loving you's a crime If I take this cookie now one day I'll do the time Slip me a xanny at once (somebody) I got the earth in a blunt (smoke) I get the skirt when I want (skrrt!) I get to skrrt when I want (skrrt!) Due to the money aroma (somebody) My girl she got a diploma (smoke) She got wife written all over She got wife written all over All a nigga know is how to fuck a good thing up Run from the pain, sip lean, smoke tree up When I'm in your town press pound hit me up When I'm in your town press pound hit me up Only if you down and you slurp good D up If the work good I'll be back for the re-up Hate when I creep and the phone wake me up Fake like I'm sleep knowing damn well I be up Monkey on my back and I walk a hundred miles Guilt make a nigga feel fake when he smile Love get confused in the mind of a child 'Cause love wouldn't lie like I lie and it's wild Wanna have my cake and another cake too Even if the baker don't bake like you Even when the flavor don't taste like you So I'm back mobbing with the late night crew All in your mind with fears that would come true The back of my mind, the back of my mind was you Wishing that I could blind myself from view And only have eyes, and only have eyes for you You might also like Slip me a xanny at once (somebody) I got the earth in a blunt (smoke) I get the skirt when I want (skrrt!) I get the skirt when I want (skrrt!) Due to the money aroma (somebody) My girl she got a diploma (smoke) She got wife written all over She got wife written all over I'm a fake nigga and it's never been clearer Can't see myself when I look in the mirror Can't see myself when I look in the mirror Can't see myself when I look in the mirror I'm a fake nigga and it's never been clearer Can't see myself when I look in the mirror Can't see myself when I look in the mirror Can't see myself when I look in the mirror She my number one I don't need nothing on the side Said that I was done for good and don't want no more lies But my phone be blowing up, temptations on my line I stare at the screen a while before I press decline But she plants a seed and it still lingers in my mind Told myself I'm strong enough to shake it and I'm trying But I'm only human, I know loving you's a crime If I take this cookie now one day I'll do the time I love her, I don't want to lose her I'm selfish, I know that I use her My ego get stroked and I bruise her My ego get stroked and I bruise her My actions I know they confusin' At home I look happy as usual On the road I'm a mack, I'm a chooser I'm a addict, I'm maskin' that Kevin's Heart They tell me "What's done in the dark Will find a way to shine" I done did so much that when you see you might go blind What's done in the dark will always find a way to shine I done did so much that when you see you might go blind

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Fire Squad

Fire Squad by J. Cole

Nigga why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go Tell me, girl why you be stressin' me for time? When you tell me you love me, can't you see I'm tryna climb? Damn my nigga why you actin' like a bitch? If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here baby why you always insecure? Hold on tight to a nigga and be sure Ain't a way around it no more, I am the greatest A lotta niggas sat on the throne, I am the latest I am the bravest, go toe to toe with the giants I ain't afraid of you niggas, I'll end up fading you niggas 'Fore it's all said and done, this nigga need medicine My Uzi, it weighed a ton, I need me a better gun In fact I just might need two, cause niggas say they the one And I got something to prove Forgive me, Lord, here they come, BLAOOW Nigga why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go Tell me, girl why you be stressin' me for time? When you tell me you love me, can't you see I'm tryna climb? Damn my nigga why you actin' like a bitch? If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here baby why you always insecure? Hold on tight to a nigga and be sure You might also like My inhibition's fighting my intuition Premature premonition, showing me the demolition Of these phony niggas, so ahead of my time Even when I rhyme about the future I be reminiscing You want the truth well come and listen I'm like that time you bagged a dime and checked ya phone and saw it was a number missing As fate passes you by, half of you try The other half of you fried, too high to actually fly One day y'all have to decide, who you gon' be A scary nigga or a nigga that's gon' rule like me Keep it true like me, Cole you might be Like the new Ice Cube, meets the new Ice-T Meets 2 Live Crew, meets the new Spike Lee Meets Bruce like Wayne, meets Bruce like Lee Meets '02 Lil Wayne, in a new white tee Meets KD, ain't no nigga that can shoot like me! BLAOOOW! Nigga why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go Tell me, girl why you be stressin' me for time? When you tell me you love me, can't you see I'm tryna climb? Damn my nigga why you actin' like a bitch? If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here baby why you always insecure? Hold on tight to a nigga and be sure (Who's the king?) Came from the bottom nigga, with stains on my shirt What you expected from me, I came from the dirt (Who's the king?) Money my motivator, the songs that I sing Picture a peasant passin' from pawn to a king (Who's the king?) You tell me ya still love me, if so then let me go Will I return or will I burn, never know (Who's the king?) Look in my eyes and see the future But don't sugar coat it Listen... History repeats itself and that's just how it goes Same way that these rappers always bite each other's flows Same thing that my nigga Elvis did with Rock 'n Roll Justin Timberlake, Eminem and then Macklemore While silly niggas argue over who gon' snatch the crown Look around, my nigga, white people have snatched the sound This year I'll prolly go to the awards dappered down Watch Iggy win a Grammy as I try to crack a smile I'm just playin', but all good jokes contain true shit Same rope you climb up on, they'll hang you with But not Jermaine, my aim too sick I bang nigga, I came to bring the pain my brain too quick You see how I maneuver this game, I ain't stupid I recognize that life is a dream, and I dream lucid And break the chains and change minds One verse at a time, and claim 2-6 And fuck it, if the shoe fits, who's the king? We all kings (We all kings nigga) Kings of ourselves first and foremost (True) While the people debate who's the king of this rap game Here comes lil' ol' Jermaine With every ounce of strength in his veins To snatch the crown from whoever y'all think has it But rather than place it on his head as soon as he grabs it Poof, boom, paow, it's like magic With a flash and a BANG the crown disintegrates And falls to the Earth from which it came It's done Ain't gonna be no more kings Be wary of any man that claims Because deep down he clings onto the need for power In reality he's a coward Ultimately he's scared to die And sometimes so am I But when I'm in tune with the most high I realize, the fear lies in my lack of awareness of the other side Today I know that we are the same, are the same, you and I Different kind of skin, different set of eyes Two different minds, but only one God (It's only one God nigga) It's for all the kings 'Cause I know deep down every poet just wanna be loved

J. Cole

4 Your Eyez Only

4 Your Eyez Only by J. Cole

Yeah (For your eyes) For your eyes only (For your eyes) For your eyes only, for your eyes only (For your eyes, for your eyes) For your eyes only Hey, niggas be dying on the daily It seems my dreams faded for far too long The consequences deadly Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal 'Cause young niggas is hardheaded, they letting off Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black Plus it's hot now, the cops outside, it's hard to flip a pack And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet Like I ain't out in the field like that I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back Despite the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless Screaming, "Fuck the law," my life is lawless That's what you call it, ain't got to be no psychic To see this is like the farthest thing from heaven This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets But these felonies be making life the hardest Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it That's why I write this sonnet If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it (For your eyes) For your eyes only You might also like For your eyes, do you understand? For your eyes, do you understand me? For your eyes, do you understand? For your eyes, do you understand me? For your eyes, do you understand? For your eyes, do you understand me? For your eyes, do you understand? For your eyes only You probably grown now so this song'll hit you If you hearing this, unfortunately means That I'm no longer with you in the physical Not even sure if I believe in God but because you still alive He got me praying that the spiritual is real So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too So I know how part of you feels Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots And fiends that smoke rocks I've seen far too many niggas' hopes rot I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance Now I see death around the corner, 'pologizing in advance Don't know if I ever had a chance At a glance, I'm a failure Addicted to pushing paraphernalia But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years My Pops shot up, drug-related, mama addicted So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging Blood was staining the concrete Older niggas I loved talked like they was above Maintaining a timesheet, that's slow money Picked up the family business by the age of 13 Six years later was handed sentence 'Round the same time is when you came in this world Me and your mama thinking: "What the fuck we naming this girl?" I told her "Nina," the prettiest name that I could think of For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen, I was 19 Took me two felonies to see the trap This crooked-ass system set for me And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be The one that set examples that was never set for me I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'Cause karma keeps on catching up to me And if my past becomes the death of me I hope you understand For your eyes, do you understand? For your eyes, do you understand me? For your eyes, do you understand? For your eyes, do you understand me? For your eyes, do you understand? For your eyes, do you understand me? For your eyes, do you understand? For your eyes only It's several ways I could've went out, too many to count Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout? Was it the young niggas, blasting frustrated 'Cause the cash running out? Niggas don't know how to act in a drought See, baby girl, I realized My definition of a real nigga was skewed My views misshaped by new mixtapes That confirmed the shit I learned in the streets was true That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo And if a real nigga hungry, he gon' eat your food I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops And the cyclical nature of doing time continues My worst fear is one day that you come home from school And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news I got the strangest feeling your daddy gonna lose his life soon And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true But maybe there's a chance that it's not And this album remains locked In a hard drive like valuable jewels And I can teach you this in person Like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you For your eyes only For your eyes, for your eyes only For your eyes, for your eyes only For your eyes, do you understand? For your eyes only One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice And it was chilling, he said: "Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing, when times was hard I never had discussions with you, begging you to help me I dealt with the repercussions of my actions I know you tried to steer me 'way from that shit But that shit was in my blood, you know my life I know your momma, nigga, send my love In case I never get a chance to speak again I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib That's the way I wished my family lived But my granny crib was in the 'jects" I had to interject like: "Nigga, what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?" He said, "Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions But I been having premonitions Just call it visions from the other side I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow Like the time I'm living on is borrowed With that said, the only thing I'm proud to say, I was a father Write my story down, and if I pass Go play it for my daughter when she ready" And so I'm leaving you this record, for your eyes only Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it This perspective is a real one, another lost 'Ville son I dedicate these words to you and all the other children Affected by the mass incarceration in this nation That sent your pops to prison when he needed education Sometimes I think that segregation would've done us better Although I know that means that I would never Be brought into this world 'cause my daddy was so thrilled When he found him a white girl to take back to Jonesboro With lil' Zach and Cole World, barely one years old Now it's 30 years later, making sure this story's told Girl, your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold Not because he was the first to get some pussy 12 years old Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues Not because he went from bagging up them grams to serving O's Nah, your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was hard Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars Not because he screamed, "Fuck the law" Although that was true Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you For your eyes only

J. Cole

KOD

KOD by J. Cole

Go, go, go Go, go, go Go, go, go Go, go, go This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit Wow, niggas been crampin' my style Blowin' my high, they want a reply The number one question is, "How?" How does it feel now that you on? How much you worth? How big is your home? How come you won't get a few features? I think you should? How 'bout I don't? How 'bout you just get the fuck off my dick? How 'bout you listen and never forget? Only gon' say this one time, then I'll dip Niggas ain't worthy to be on my shit Haven't you heard? I'm as cold as the tip Tip of the iceberg that tipped the Titanic No tip-toein' around it, my shit is gigantic As big as the fuckin' Atlantic, I'm lit, bitch You might also like This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit How I grew up, only few would've loved 'Member I got my first view of the blood I'm hangin' out and they shoot up the club My homie got pharmaceutical plug I smoke the drug and it run through my vein I think it's workin', it's numbin' the pain Don't give a fuck and I'm somewhat insane Don't give a fuck and I'm somewhat insane Yeah, at this shit daily, sipped so much Actavis I convinced Actavis that they should pay me If practice made perfect, I'm practice's baby If practice made perfect, I'm practice's baby Platinum wrist ridin' in back like Miss Daisy Platinum disc and I own masters, bitch, pay me Y'all niggas trappin' so lack-sical-daisy My nigga sell crack like it's back in the '80s Know a young nigga, he actin' so crazy He serve a few packs and he jack a Mercedes He shoot at the police, he clap at old ladies He don't give a fuck if them crackers gon' hang him Bitches been askin', "What have you done lately?" I stacked a few M's like my last name was Shady My life is too crazy, no actor could play me My life is too crazy, no actor could play me This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit Power, greed Money, Molly, weed Percs, Xannys, lean, fame And the strongest drug of them all And the strongest drug of them all Love

J. Cole

1985

1985 by J. Cole

33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived We wasn't s'posed to get past 25 Joke's on you motherfucker, we alive All these niggas popping now is young Everybody say the music that they make is dumb I remember I was 18 Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same thing You gotta give a boy a chance to grow some Everybody talkin' like they know somethin' these days Niggas actin' woke, but they broke, umm I respect the struggle but you all frontin' these days Man, they barely old enough to drive To tell them what they should do, who the fuck am I? I heard one of 'em dissed me, I'm surprised I ain't trippin', listen good to my reply Come here lil' man, let me talk with ya See if I can paint for you the large picture Congrats 'cause you made it out your mama house I hope you make enough to buy your mom a house I see your watch icy and your whip foreign I got some good advice, never quit tourin' 'Cause that's the way we eat here in this rap game I'm fuckin' with your funky lil' rap name I hear your music and I know that rap's changed A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad thing 'Cause everything's commercial and it's pop now Trap drums is the shit that's hot now See, I've been on a quest for the next wave But never mind, that was just a segue I must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey But I love to see a Black man get paid And plus, you havin' fun and I respect that But have you ever thought about your impact? These white kids love that you don't give a fuck 'Cause that's exactly what's expected when your skin black They wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a pill They wanna see you tatted from your face to your heels And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real They wanna be black and think your song is how it feels So when you turn up, you see them turnin' up too You hit the next city, collect your money when it's due You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't blame you You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' like me and you True, you got better shit to do You coulda bought a crib with all that bread that you done blew I know you think this type of revenue is never endin' But I wanna take a minute just to tell you that ain't true One day, them kids that's listening gon' grow up And get too old for that shit that made you blow up Now your show's lookin' light cause they don't show up Which unfortunately means the money slow up Now you scramblin' and hopin' to get hot again But you forgot you only popped 'cause you was ridin' trends Now you old news and you goin' through regrets 'Cause you never bought that house, but you got a Benz And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of shoes And a bunch of fake friends, I ain't judgin' you I'm just tellin' you what's probably gon' happen when you rappin' 'Bout the type of shit you rappin' 'bout It's a faster route to the bottom I wish you good luck I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't dumb as you look But if it's really true what people sayin' And you call yourself playin' with my name Then I really know you fucked, trust I'll be around forever 'cause my skills is tip-top To any amateur niggas that wanna get rocked Just remember what I told you when your shit flop In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, niggaYou might also like

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Neighbors

Neighbors by J. Cole

I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope Yeah, I don't want no picture with the president I just wanna talk to the man Speak for the boys in the bando And my nigga never walkin' again 'pologize if I'm harpin' again I know these things happen often But I'm back on the scene I was lost in a dream As I write this, the team down in Austin I been buildin' me a house Back home in the South, ma Won't believe what it's costin' And it's fit for a king, right? Or a nigga that could sing And explain all the pain that it cost him My sixteen should've came with a coffin Fuck the fame and the fortune Well, maybe not the fortune But one thing is for sure though The fame is exhaustin' That's why I moved away, I needed privacy Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League Students that's recruited highly Thinkin' "You do you and I do me" Crib has got a big 'ol back 'ol yard My niggas stand outside and pass cigars Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard Thankful that they friend's a platinum star In the driveway there's no rapper cars Just some shit to get from back and forth Just some shit to get from back and forth Welcome to the Sheltuh, this is pure We'll help you if you've felt too insecure To be the star you always knew you were Wait, I think police is at the door You might also like Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope The neighbors think I'm—neighbors think I'm— (Don't follow me, don't follow me...) I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me...) I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope Well, motherfucker, I am Some things you can't escape: Death, taxes, and a ra- -cist society that make Every nigga feel like a candidate For a Trayvon kinda fate Even when your crib sit on a lake Even when your plaques hang on a wall Even when the president jam your tape Took a little break just to annotate How I feel, damn, it's late I can't sleep cause I'm paranoid Black in a white man territory Cops bust in with the army guns No evidence of the harm we done Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang Only time they see us we be on the news, in chains, damn Don't follow me Don't follow me Don't follow me Don't follow me Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope The neighbors think I'm...neighbors think I'm— (Don't follow me, don't follow me...) I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me...) I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope Well motherfucker, I am I am, I am, I am, I am Well, motherfucker, I am I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope I am, I am, I am Well, motherfucker, I am So much for integration Don't know what I was thinkin' I'm movin' back to south side So much for integration Don't know what I was thinkin' I'm movin' back to south side

J. Cole

A Tale of 2 Citiez

A Tale of 2 Citiez by J. Cole

Uh Since a youngin' always dreamed of gettin' rich Look at me, my nigga Fantasize about a white picket fence With some trees, my nigga Used to want a Pathfinder with some tints That's all I need, my nigga Throw some 20's on that bitch and get it rinsed But now I see, my nigga That the world's a lot bigger ever since Picked up the paper And they say my nigga Eddie caught a body, I'm convinced Anybody is a killer, all you gotta do is push 'em to the limits Fuck being timid in the Civic Politicin' with the pushers and the pimps I'm tryna write a story, can I get a glimpse? Yeah, can I get a glimpse? Last night I had a bad dream (Bad dream, bad dream) That I was trapped in this city Then I asked is that really such a bad thing? (Bad thing, bad thing) They robbin' niggas on the daily Can you blame a nigga that ain't never had things? (What's the value of a thing?) Guess not Last night they pulled up on my nigga at the light like— Ugh, nice watch, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air Hands in the air now, hands in the air You might also like Small town nigga, Hollywood dreams I know that everything that glitters ain't gold I know the shit ain't always good as it seems But tell me 'til you get it how could you know? How could you know? (How could you know? How could you know? How could you know? How could you know? How could you know?) How could you know? (How could you know? How could you know? How could you know? How could you know? How could you know?) Listen up, I'm 'bout to go and get rich Fuck with me, my nigga We gon' circle 'round the Ville and hit a lick Cop some trees, my nigga And some powder, bag it up and make it flip You gon' see, my nigga One day we gon' graduate and cop a brick And that's the key, my nigga Listen up, I'm 'bout to go and get rich Stand back and watch if you want to, nigga Me, I want my pockets fat, a badder bitch Tired of seein' niggas flaunt, I wanna flaunt too, nigga Watch some rollers in a fuckin' Crown Vic Tryna lock a nigga up, that's what they won't do, nigga Wanna know a funny thing about this shit? Even if you let 'em kill your dream It'll haunt you, nigga, haunt you Last night I had a bad dream That I was trapped in this city Then I asked is that really such a bad thing? I look around like— Do you wanna be another nigga, that ain't never had things? (What's the value of a thing?) Guess not Last night we pulled up on a nigga at the light like (You know what the fuck it is, nigga, run that shit right now) Uh, nice watch, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air Hands in the air now, hands in the air Father forgive me for my childish ways I look outside and all the clouds are gray I need your hands to take me miles away Your wish is my command, my command, my command But before you go I've got to warn you now Whatever goes up surely must come down And you'll get your piece, but know peace won't be found So why just take me man, take me man, take me man Your wish is my command, my command, my command

J. Cole

Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit by J. Cole (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

Me and my bitch, took a little trip Down to the garden, took a little dip (Oh no) Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip Lil' sip, took a lil' sip Took a lil' sip, t-took a lil', took a lil', took a lil' sip Ayo, I walk through the valley of the shadow of death Where niggas hold tech's like they mad at the ref That's why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest Do you believe that Eve had Adam in check And if so, you gotta expect To sip juice from the forbidden fruit and get loose Cole is the king, most definite My little black book thicker than the Old Testament Niggas pay for head but the pussy sold separate Same bitch giving brains to the minister The same reason they call Mr. Cee the finisher Forbidden fruit, watch for the Adam's apple Slick with words don't hate me, son What you eat don't make me shit and who you fuck don't make me cum Put a price on my head won't make me run Try to kill me but it can't be done 'Cause my words gon' live forever You put two and two together Cole here forever You might also like Me and my bitch, took a little trip Down to the garden, took a little dip (Oh no) Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip Bitches come and go (You know that) Money come and go (You know that) Love come and go (Don't shit last) Bitches come and go (You know that) Money come and go (You know that) Love come and go (Don't shit last) Take a seat baby girl you've been all in my mind I know I ain't called gotta pardon my grind Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine 'Came a man by myself, only father was time I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit So she raised that nigga kids but she swallowing mine And that's why you all on my mind All on my line like caller number nine 'Cause a nigga poppin' like Harlem in the nine-seven Way before Mase was a reverend I was a young nigga making A's at 11 Or 12, trying to get a taste of the Heaven Or Hell, only time gon' tell Fuck her while her mama home, "baby, don't yell" How many records do a nigga gotta sell Just to get the cover of the XXL Or Fader, fuck your magazine hater When I say that I'm the greatest I ain't talking about later I'ma drop the album same day as Kanye Just to show the Boyz the man now like Wanyá And I don't mean no disrespect, I praise legends But this what's next, the boy sick, can't disinfect Life's a bitch and her pussy's wet My clip is loaded and this is the kiss of... death Blaow Me and my bitch, took a little trip Down to the garden, took a little dip (Oh no) Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip Bitches come and go (You know that) Money come and go (You know that) Love come and go (Don't shit last) Bitches come and go (You know that) Money come and go (You know that) Love come and go (Don't shit last) Don't shit last, don't shit last and you know that Went to hell, got hot didn't melt The only man above me is God himself All these other niggas is below me Word to Phife, Q-Tip, Ali, and Jarobi What up Queens Cole is the King and you know that Started with a dollar and a dream, and you know that Never give a bird bitch a ring, you should know that Bitch, bitch That should be my new ad lib (bitch) I got a new one. I finally got a cool ad lib Be at all the shows everybody be like, bitch Bitch, bitch Or you can do the low cool shit, bitch Yo, yo, yo pull over right here, right here, here you go Yeah pull over right here, to the right Pull over, pull over, pull over, pull over Ight, look look, park right here I'ma be out it'll be like thirty minutes tops It'll be like thirty minutes, I'll be right back out, ight Bitches come and go, bitches come and Yo, yo what up, what's popping, I'm back, I'm back Yo you got that piece ready for me, that Jesus piece Nah the gold, the rose gold joint, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah let me see that, oh shit what is that some What's, what the fuck is that platinum Is that? What's that chain right there Is that-ss-ss white gold, that's platinum Is that plat, well niggas doing platinum again, niggas doing, niggas ain't even platinum yet right, oh shit bout to make Yo I'm trying to bring that shit back, kill these niggas Let me see that one too, the wat, the watch, the platinum watch

J. Cole

03' Adolescence

03' Adolescence by J. Cole

La la la La la la la la La la la (Yeah) La la la la la (Yeah) I grew up, a fucking screw up, tie my shoe up Wish they was newer, damn, need something newer In love with the baddest girl in the city, I wish I knew her I wish I wasn't so shy, I wish I was a bit more fly I wish that I could tell her how I really feel inside That I'm the perfect nigga for her, but then maybe that's a lie She like a certain type of nigga, and it's clear I'm not that guy Ball player, star player, I'm just watchin' from the side On the bench, 'cause my lack of confidence won't let me fly I ain't grow up with my father, I ain't thinkin' 'bout that now Fast forward four years or so from now, I'll probably cry When I realize what I missed, but as of now my eyes are dry 'Cause I'm tryna stay alive, in the city where too many niggas die Dreamin' quiet trying to dodge a suit and tie Who am I? (La la la) Ayy, who am I? (La la la la la, yeah) You might also like Things change, rearrange and so do I It ain't always for the better, dawg, I can't lie I get high 'cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to soothe your soul If you see my tears fall, just let me be Move along, nothing to see I always did shit the hard way My nigga slangin' in the hallway Burnt CD's and trees like this was Broadway Times Square, kept the dimes there in the locker Some Reggie Miller with more brown hairs than Chewbacca Whispers that he got it for the low-low, sell a Dime for a dub, them white boys ain't know no better Besides, what's twenty dollars to a nigga like that? He tell his pops he need some lunch and he gon' get it right back I peeped game, got home snatched my mama keychain Took her whip, the appeal, too ill to refrain I hit the boulevard, pull up to my nigga front do' His mama at home, she still let 'em hit the blunt though I told her, "Hello", and sat with my nigga and laughed And talked about how we gon' smash all the bitches in class I complimented how I see him out here getting his cash And just asked, "What a nigga gotta do to get that? Put me on," he just laughed when he seen I was sure 17 years breathing, his demeanor said more He told me, "Nigga, you know how you sound right now? If you wasn't my mans, I would think that you a clown right now Listen, you everything I wanna be, that's why I fucks with you So how you looking up to me when I look up to you? You 'bout to go get a degree, I'ma be stuck with two choices: Either graduate to weight or selling number two For what? A hundred bucks or two a week? Do you think that you would know what to do if you was me? I got, four brothers, one mother that don't love us If they ain't want us, why the fuck they never wore rubbers?" I felt ashamed to have ever complained About my lack of gear and thought about how far we done came From trailer park to a front yard with trees in the sky Thank you mama, dry your eyes, there ain't no reason to cry You made a genius and I, ain't gon' take it for granted I ain't gon' settle for lesser, I ain't gon' take what they handed Nah, I'm gon' take what they owe me and show you that I can fly And show old girl what she missing, the illest nigga alive Ayy, who am I? Things change, rearrange and so do I (Ayy, who am I?) It ain't always for the better, dawg, I can't lie (Who am I?) I get high 'cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to soothe your soul If you see my tears fall, just let me be Move along, nothing to see I never felt better

J. Cole

Work Out

Work Out by J. Cole

I want to see you work out for me, work out for me Ayy, we've got a good thing Don’t know if I’ma see you again But is that a good thing? 'Cause girl, I can’t be your man, no ma'am I know what's on your brain You probably hoped it never would end Like, “Is it the real thing Or is it just a one-night stand?” Well then Let me see you get high, then go low Now, girl, won't you drop that thing down to the floor? I’m here for one night, how far will you go? I wanna see you (Work out for me, work out for me) High, then go low Now, girl, won't you drop that thing down to the floor? I’m here for one night, how far will you go? I wanna see you (Work out for me, work out for me) She like them boys with the big ol' chains Ridin' around town in a big ol' Range I knew her when I rocked big ol' jeans Now the little nigga doin' big ol' thangs Would you look at that? I came back for her Just to give it to ya, like you asked for it Man, that thing in them jeans too fat for her Rebounds so I caught her off the backboard I told her: “Baby girl, come here Know I run the town even when I ain't from there.” And I brag hardly, but just to show up at this party I made what yo' nigga make in one year That's unfair, but so is life, take a chance, roll the dice Money can’t buy you love, 'cause it’s overpriced Don’t overthink, just hope it's right I’m only here for the night You might also like Ayy, we've got a good thing Don’t know if I’ma see you again But is that a good thing? 'Cause girl, I can’t be your man, no ma'am I know what's on your brain You probably hoped it never would end Like, “Is it the real thing Or is it just a one-night stand?” Well then Let me see you get high, then go low Now, girl, won't you drop that thing down to the floor? I’m here for one night, how far will you go? I wanna see you (Work out for me, work out for me) High, then go low Now, girl, won't you drop that thing down to the floor? I’m here for one night, how far will you go? I wanna see you (Work out for me, work out for me) Carolina Blue kicks, fresh on the scene Hottest nigga on the block Damn, girl, you're mean They be startin' shit, but it’s yo' world On my Martin shit: “You go, girl!” She bad and she know it Some niggas save hoes, I’m not that heroic Could you be my escort? 'Cause just like them two door Fords Damn, they don’t make 'em like you no more Cole World, real Cole World Them boys cool—me, I’m on fire Know what's on my mind Tryna see what's on yours tonight, tonight, tonight Move slow, 'cause you wanna live fast Up late so you'll probably skip class Life is a test so before the night pass, get right, get right Ayy, we've got a good thing Don’t know if I’ma see you again But is that a good thing? 'Cause girl, I can’t be your man, no ma'am I know what's on your brain You probably hoped it never would end Like, “Is it the real thing Or is it just a one-night stand?” Well then (Cole World) Straight up, now tell me Do you really wanna love me forever? (Oh oh oh) Or is it just a hit-and-run? (Well, hey) Straight up, I tell ya I just really wanna cut when we together (Oh oh oh) Come here, girl, let's get it on! (Work out for me) Straight up, now tell me Do you really wanna love me forever? (Oh oh oh) Or is it just a hit-and-run? Well straight up, I tell ya I just really wanna cut when we together (Oh oh oh) Come here, girl, let's get it on! (Work out for me)

J. Cole

Immortal

Immortal by J. Cole

Awwwww...haha Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope Screamin' "dollar and a dream" with my closet lookin' broke And my nigga's lookin' clean, gettin' caught up with that dope Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap? Nigga I can tell you things that you probably shouldn't know Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor? Flashbacks to the pain, wakin' up, cold sweats Six o'clock in the mornin', gotta hit the BowFlex Get my weight up on the block, keep watch for the cops God they love to serve a nigga three hots and a cot Nowadays crime pays like a part time job And the drought got me prayin' for a Carl Thom vibe Summer Rain come again Numb the pain 'cause it's hard for a felon In my mind I been cryin', know it's wrong but I'm sellin' Eyes wellin' up with tears Thinkin' 'bout my niggas dead in the dirt Immortalized on this shirt Real niggas don't die Forward with the plot One-Seven-Forty-Five Form at the plot Real niggas don't die Form on the block Real niggas don't lie Form in the plot My niggas don't die Form on the block Real niggas don't die Form on the block Real niggas don't die Real niggas don't die You might also like Have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on the spoon? Have you ever seen a nigga that was black on the moon? Have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cry? Have you ever seen a motherfuckin' ribbon in the sky? Nope, all I see is that C.R.E.A.M nigga, that green I'm a black king, black jeans on my black queen And her ass fat, too fat for a flat screen I'm the type of nigga make the whole fuckin' trap lean Kingpin nigga, put wings on a crack fiend If they want a nigga, they gon' have to send a SWAT team And I'm goin' out like Scarface in his last scene A legend, what that mean—? Real niggas don't die Forward with the plot One-Seven-Forty-Five Form at the plot Real niggas don't die Form on the block Hood niggas don't lie Form in the plot My niggas don't die Form on the block Real niggas don't die Form on the block Real niggas don't die Real niggas don't die To die a young legend or live a long life unfulfilled 'Cause you wanna change the world, but while alive you never will 'Cause they only feel you after you gone, or I've been told And now I'm caught between bein' heard and gettin' old Damn, death creepin' in my thoughts lately My one wish in this bitch, "Make it quick if the Lord take me" I know nobody meant to live forever anyway And so I hustle like my niggas in Virgini-A They tellin' niggas, "sell dope, rap or go to NBA" In that order, it's that sort of thinkin' That been keepin' niggas chained at the bottom and hanged The strangest fruit that you ever seen, ripe with pain, listen...

J. Cole

Change

Change by J. Cole

Boy, ooh My intuition is telling me there'll be better days, yeah (Mmm, mmm) My intuition is telling me there'll be better days I like this tone (Ooh, ooh) Yeah, my intuition is telling me there'll be better days I sit in silence and find whenever I meditate My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate (Mmm) My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date But see, I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath (Mmm) Bringing me closer to Heaven's doors with every step (Mmm) As we speak, I'm at peace, no longer scared to die Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell Asking the Father for forgiveness got 'em overwhelmed (Mmm, "Please, God, I want to go to Heaven") As if He's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail (Mmm) See, I believe if God is real, He'd never judge a man Because He knows us all and therefore He would understand (Mmm) The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother life The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife (Mmm), like I know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from— (Ooh) In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from— (Ooh, oh, woah) You might also like Yeah, my Chosen religion, Jesus piece frozen from sinnin' Doin' dirt, hoping to God, He know my intentions (Mmm) To see a million 'fore I see a casket I got a baby on the way, know he gon' be a bastard (Mmm) I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste When I was a senior, I was ballin' on my classmates (Mmm) Niggas put three bullets in my car, one hit the gas tank Know I got a angel, 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo (Mmm) Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility For my ability to make them birds fly (Mmm) Fiends wan' get higher than a bird's eye view And who am I to tell a nigga what to do? I just supply It's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie (Oh, wait) Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine (Oh, wait) I can't oblige, dawg, I work too hard So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard, nigga (Mmm) I know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from— (Oh, hey) In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry But the only real change come from inside (Come from the inside) But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from— (Yeah) Prodigal son, got a new gun, this one Don't run out of ammo, lately been working on my handles Can I ball, become a star, and remain myself? (Myself) If I fall, dust it off and regain myself (Myself) Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt, I evolved (Ooh) I no longer bury demons I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing (Ooh) Life is all about the evolution I give up, I give in, I move back a little I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more, yeah, yeah (I, I, yeah) You can dream but don't neglect the execution I give up, I give in, I move back a little (Oh, no) I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (Oh, oh, no) "Time is short," that's what somebody told me (Told me, oh) I give up, I give in, I move back a little I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more Ayy, now I'm back for more Too short to keep following your homies I give up, I give in, I move back a little I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands (Ooh) All of a sudden, niggas poppin' trunk and then we scram (Mmm) Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man (Ooh, yeah) Eyes wide, that's from the power that the coward feels Niggas die over bitches, disrespect, and dollar bills (Ooh) Bloodshed done turned the city to a battlefield (Mmm) I call it poison, you call it real, that's how you feel? (Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop) Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) Body laid on the concrete Look, somebody laid on the concrete No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, 'cause I'm running too I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news Overcame with a feeling I can't explain 'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was twenty-two (Last night at around 7:45) He was twenty-two (Twenty-two year old black male, suspect, reporting on the news) (I swear to God, bruh, no) We're gathered here today... (I swear to God) To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr. (No) (I swear to God—nigga, I'ma kill them niggas, man) A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community (I promise you, bro) We got to do better, people Twenty-two years old, this boy was too young (Oh my God) (I promise you, bro, I'ma kill them niggas) Our condolences go to his family, our prayers (I'ma kill them niggas myself) We know he's in a better place We know he's in a better place But this has got to end, ladies and gentlemen We've got to come together, this is—this is beyond words (I'ma kill them niggas) Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from—

J. Cole

Rich Niggaz

Rich Niggaz by J. Cole

Ayo Ayo Ayo, ah Ayo, ah Ayo Ayo Ayo, ah Yeah I hate rich niggas, god damn it 'Cause I ain't never had a lot, damn it Who you had to kill? Who you had to rob? Who you had to fuck Just to make it to the top, damn it? Or maybe that's daddy money; escalator, no ladder money Escalade, new Caddy money Worst fear - goin' broke, 'cause I'm bad with money Crooked smile nigga, momma never had the money, damn I ain't trippin' Nigga Jordan, I ain't Pippen, yeah Up the steps, I ain't slippin', tears Blood, sweat, and I ain't crippin', here's A song you can sing along wit' When you down on some let you know you ain't alone shit When your momma ain't at home 'cause she got a second job Deliverin' pizzas, you think she out there gettin' robbed Please God, watch her, I know how niggas do Half cracker but a nigga too Talkin' all that shit 'bout your step-pops How he was a dog, now look at you I ain't bad as that nigga, plus dawg I'm a grown man now, I ain't mad at that nigga But if a plane crashed and it only killed his lame ass I'd be glad it's that nigga, nigga Did Kay dirty, now it's back to broke Refund checks, used that to float Momma gets depressed, falls in love with the next maniac On crack, use that to cope Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope Writin' rhymes, try and bring back the hope Tried to ride the storm out and crashed the boat Coulda drowned, but I grabbed the rope You might also like And there go you And there go you And there go you Sellin' me dreams and tellin' me things you knew And there go you And there go you And there go you Sellin' me dreams and tellin' me things you knew Sing You got what I want I got what you need "How much for your soul, Anna?" "How much for your soul, Anna?" You got what I want I got what you need (Yeah) "How much for your soul, Anna?" "How much for your soul, Anna?" (Yeah) I hate rich niggas, god damn it 'Cause I ain't never had a lot, damn it Niggas can't front on the flows you got But e'ry fuckin' verse how much dough you got Homie, don't quit now Hear my shit, you try switch now Know you felt the shit just now Know you felt the shit just now, ha Ain't there more to you? Don't it ever get borin' to you? I realize deep down you a coward gettin' high off of power Fuck it more to you, saw through you And it made me ashamed that I played the game Not for mo' money like Damon Wayans Wanted the respect, but it came with fame I just wanted love, but this ain't the same I took a train down memory lane and watched lil Jermaine Do his thang before he made a name It's like Sony signed Basquiat, he gave it all he got And now the nigga don't paint the same, damn I guess he can't complain All the money that be rainin' in Spend a hundred thou' for the chain again Think of old-school niggas like Dana Dane Prolly kill for another claim to fame, my brain just sayin' "Yeah, nigga, least he ain't insane Least he ain't insane" You ain't crazy, ma'fucker, you just 'fraid of change, ayy That's new Maybe that's true But listen here, I got a bigger fear: One day that I become you when I become lost And I become heartless And numb from all the ménages Just one bitch don't feel the same no more And Henny don't really kill the pain no more Now, I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain 'Cause I can't maintain no more Tad bit extreme, I know Money can't save your soul But there go you There go you There go you Sellin' me dreams and tellin' me things you knew And there go you And there go you And there go you Sellin' me dreams and tellin' me things you knew Sing You got what I want I got what you need "How much for your soul, Anna?" "How much for your soul, Anna?" You got what I want I got what you need "How much for your soul, Anna?" "How much for your soul, Anna?" "How much for your soul, Anna?" "How much for your soul, Anna?"

J. Cole

January 28th

January 28th by J. Cole

Rap tune Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune? Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune? I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune Yeah, look The real is back, the ville is back Flow bananas, here, peel this back And what you'll find is, your highness Can paint a picture that is vivid enough to cure blindness Carolina's finest, you knew that already In terms of the greatest, I proved that already And if you would like, I do it twice I just sharpen my blade, for a minute became lost in my ways This for my niggas that was tossed in the graves Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts And then get lost in the days We used to play before your coffin was made Just got the call nigga got caught with a stray Hope he's okay Just got paid what Cochran got paid to free OJ Just to share my life on the stage in front of strangers Who know a nigga far too well, and that's the danger Know me better than I know myself I rip a page out my notebook in anger And let these thoughts linger, singing You might also like Don't give 'em too much you (Don't give 'em too much you) Don't let 'em take control (Don't let 'em take control) It's one thing you do (It's one thing you do) Don't let 'em taint your soul (Don't let 'em taint your soul) If you believe in God (If you believe in God) One thing's for sure (One thing's for sure) If you ain't aim too high (If you ain't aim too high) Then you aim too low (Then you aim too low) What's the price for a black man life? I check the toe tag, not one zero in sight I turn the TV on, not one hero in sight Unless he dribble or he fiddle with mics Look out the window 'cause tonight the city lit up with lights Cameras and action May no man alive come through and damage my faction I brought you niggas with me 'cause I love you like my brothers And your mothers' like my mother Think we need a plan of action The bigger we get the more likely egos collide, it's just physics Please let's put our egos aside, you my niggas And should our worst tendencies turn us into enemies I hope that we remember these Nights full of Hennessy When Hov around we switch up to that D'usse Gotta show respect, one day we tryna stay where you stay 'Cause we from where you from Not talkin' bout the slums I'm talkin' 'bout that mind state that keep a black nigga dumb Keep a black nigga dyin' by a black nigga gun And keep on listening to the frontin' ass rap niggas son Yeah I said 'son' This is New York's finest For 11 winters straight I took on New York's climate Like show me New York's ladder I climb it and set the bar so high that you gotta get Obama to force the air force to find it Never mind it, you'll never reach that Cole is the hypnotist, control the game whenever he snap That's every track, nigga Don't give 'em too much you (Don't give 'em too much you) Don't let 'em take control (Don't let 'em take control) It's one thing you do (It's one thing you do) Don't let 'em taint your soul (Don't let 'em taint your soul) If you believe in God (If you believe in God) One thing's for sure (One thing's for sure) If you ain't aim too high (If you ain't aim too high) Then you aim too low (Then you aim too low) I ain't serve no pies, I ain't slang no dope I don't bring no lies, niggas sang my quotes I don't play no games, boy I ain't no joke Like the great Rakim, when I make my notes You niggas might be L or you might be Kane Or you might be Slick Rick with 19 chains Or you might be Drizzy Drake or Kendrick Lamar But check your birth date nigga, you ain't the god Nah you ain't the god Nigga, Cole the god (Cole the god, Cole the god) January 28th Make a million dollars off a rap tune Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune? (*sound of baby laughing*) I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune I wanna make a million dollars off a rap tune I'm gonna make a million dollars off a rap tune

J. Cole

ATM

ATM by J. Cole

Life can bring much pain There are many ways to deal with this pain Choose wisely Will I fall? Will I fly? Heal my soul Fulfill my high Cross my heart (Count, count, count, count it) And hope to die (Count, count, count, count it) With my slice (Count, count, count, count it) Of Devil's pie Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it I know that it's difficult I'm stackin' this paper, it's sort of habitual I blow the residual And fuckin' yo bitch like its part of my ritual Pardon the visual But money, it give me a hard-on it's typical I want it in physical A million dollars, I count up in intervals Without it I'm miserable Don't wanna fall off so I'm all in my bag Thankin' God like it's biblical I know it's gon' solve every problem I have I balled on the principal Remember the teachers was all on my ass Now look all of them, pitiful And all of a sudden I'm so good at math You might also like Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Can't take it when you die, but you can't live without it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Can't take it when you die Uno, dos, tres Big bills, big bills I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills My niggas runnin' tip drills, can't sit still Don't give a fuck if it kills, it mix well I'm only countin' Big bills, big bills I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills My niggas runnin' tip drills, can't sit still Don't give a fuck if it kills, it mix well I'm only countin'... Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Proceed with caution I heard if you chase it only results in A hole in your heart Fuck it, I take the whole cake and I won't leave a portion It's only an organ Thank God mama couldn't afford the abortion The loneliest orphan I flip my misfortune and grow me a fortune My Rollie is scorchin' Them niggas that hated is slowly endorsin' Now Cole, he important My niggas beside me like Tommy and Martin We ball on your court and Then skate with your bitch like we Tonya Harding She don't need her garments She horny from all the money we countin' Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Can't take it when you die, but you can't live without it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Can't take it when you die Uno dos Will I fall? Will I fly? Heal my soul Fulfill my high Cross my heart And hope to die With my slice of Devil’s pie

J. Cole

Let Nas Down

Let Nas Down by J. Cole

Freedom or jail, clips inserted A baby's bein' born, same time a man is murdered The beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain My plateau, and also what defines my name Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin I used to print out Nas raps and tape 'em up on my wall My niggas thought they was words, but it was pictures I saw And since I wanted to draw, I used to read 'em in awe Then he dropped Stillmatic, rocked the cleanest velour Fast forward, who'da thought that I would meet him on tour I'm earnin' stripes now, a nigga got Adidas galore Backstage I shook his hand, let 'em know that he's the man When he said he was a fan it was too hard to understand No time to soak up the moment though ‘cause I was in a jam Hov askin' where's the record that the radio could play and I was strikin' out for months, 9th inning, feelin' fear Jeter under pressure, made the biggest hit of my career But at first, that wasn't clear, niggas had no idea Dion called me when it dropped, soundin' sad but sincere Told me Nas heard your single and he hate that shit Said, "You the one, yo, why you make that shit?" I can't believe I let Nas down Damn, my heart sunk to my stomach I can't believe I let Nas down I got defensive on the phone Resentment was in my tone, fuck it Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible Now what you're 'bout to hear is a tale of glory and sin No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin I couldn't help but think that maybe I had made a mistake I mean, you made "You Owe Me", dog, I thought that you could relate But while I shot up the charts You mean tellin' me that I was not up to par when I followed my heart? Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind that kept on sayin' "Where's the hits?" You ain't got none, you know Jay'll never put your album out without none And, dog, you know how come Labels are archaic, formulaic with they outcomes, huh They don't know, they just study the charts Me, I studied the shows, the fans, studied they hearts I had a feelin' I was killin', and this music we were spillin' out Would change lives forever, fuck the label, put it out Friday Night Lights blew, that was classic number two Now it seemed as if the Nas comparisons was comin' true Still no release date from the label, are they insane? Gucc told me play the game to change the game But on the way I let Nas down Damn, I got no one to blame I'm ashamed, I let Nas down But this is God's plan, you could never understand, fuck it Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible Now what you're 'bout to hear is a tale of glory and sin No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin I always believed in the bigger picture If I could get them niggas to listen outside my core then I can open the door Reintroduce 'em to honesty, show 'em that they need more The difference between the pretenders and the Kendrick Lamars And so, I took the fall Like the son of the Lord on the cross dyin' for that fake shit you niggas bought For the past decade If I should pass, please let this be my last essay Therefore I write from the heart Apologies to OG's for sacrificin' my art But I'm here for a greater purpose, I knew right from the start I'm just a man of the people, not above but equal And for the greater good I walk amongst the evil Don't cry, Mama, this the life I choose myself Just pray along the way that I don't lose myself This is for the nigga that said that Hip-Hop was dead I went to Hell to resurrect it, how could you fail to respect it? You might also like Letting Nas down I got the phone call Quietly I mourned, dog, I let Nas down Yeah, and on this flight May I never lose sight, fuck it Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible Now what you just heard's a tale of glory and sin No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin, begin Story begin

J. Cole

Nobody’s Perfect

Nobody's Perfect by J. Cole (Ft. Missy Elliott)

99 ContributorsNobody’s Perfect Lyrics Hey, oh yeah Uh, Cole world Uh, oh yeah Yeah, this is for all the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated Old hoes we dated, look, Mama, we made it Your son out in Barbados, cheese, eggs, and potatoes Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like Plato's Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' 'bout girls I'm handin' diamonds and pearls, and vandalizin' her curls Sweatin' her weave out, moans as she breathes out Fuck I'm doin' in parties with Hova and Steve Stoute I step over piranha, death over dishonor They killin' niggas for J's, that's death over designer Hey, Cole heatin' up like that leftover lasagna Remember when I used to be stressed over D'wana Now a nigga only text and get stressed over Rihannas I'm talkin' tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters And we always argue 'bout the same thing And tell me, why we gotta argue 'bout the same thing, same thing Well Nobody's perfect, uh Nobody's perfect, ay ay, uh Hey, but you're perfect for me Nobody's perfect, uh (Ay, ay, ay) Nobody's perfect, ay Hey, but you're perfect for me We rollin', we ridin' He like to go inside and I love to go all night and We rock the boat, Poseidon I love to call your name, name, name Yeah, baby, I love to call your name, name, name, ay You might also like Oh yeah, to my college girl: Take the weekend off and come home soon I graduated way too long ago to be sneakin' all in your dorm room But that thing tight like Fort Knox So I call you when the tour stops But baby, where your roommates? Did you make sure the door's locked? She love it when we get together Smoke a little weed but her shit together Now that I'm on I can pick and choose Only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose Yeah, I heard the stories 'bout different dudes Her man on campus, but it's fine by me She say she only fucked like four–five niggas So you know you gotta multiply by three Nobody's perfect, uh Nobody's perfect, ay ay, uh Hey, but you're perfect for me Nobody's perfect, uh (Ay, ay, ay) Nobody's perfect, ay Hey, but you're perfect for me We rollin', we ridin' He like to go inside and I love to go all night and We rock the boat, Poseidon I love to call your name, name, name Yeah, baby, I love to call your name, name, name, ay

J. Cole

False Prophets

False Prophets by J. Cole

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Yeah, life is a balance You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss No doubt, you see these niggas trippin' Ego in charge of every move, he's a star And we can't look away due to the days that he caught our hearts He's fallin' apart, but we deny it Justifying that half ass shit he dropped, we always buy it When he tell us he a genius but it's clearer lately It's been hard for him to look into the mirror lately There was a time when this nigga was my hero, maybe That's the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take 'Cause I believed him when he said his shit was purer and he The type of nigga swear he real but all around him's fake The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men Nobody with the balls to say somethin' to contest him So he grows out of control Into the person that he truly was all along, it's startin' to show Damn, wonder what happened Maybe it's my fault for idolizin' niggas Based off the words they be rappin' But come to find out, these niggas don't even write they shit Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite this shit Damn, that's what I get for lyin' to myself Well, fuck it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for help While the world's eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop it Playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it False prophets You might also like Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this False prophets (La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la…) Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Yeah, false prophets I got a homie, he a rapper and he wanna win bad He want the fame, the acclaim, the respect that's been had By all the legends, so every time I see him, he stressin' Talkin' 'bout, niggas don't fuck with him, this shit is depressin' And I know he so bitter he can't see his own blessings Goddamn, nigga, you too blind to see you got fans, nigga And a platform to make a classic rap song To change a nigga's life, but you too anxious livin' life Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't ever fuckin' did it I write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who fuckin' with it But in a sense I can relate, the need to be great Turns into an obsession and keeps a nigga up late Writin' words, hopin' people observe the dedication That stirs in you constantly, but intentions get blurred Do I do it for the love of the music or is there more to me? Do I want these niggas to worship me? False prophets Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this, be like this False prophets (La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la…) Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Yeah, false prophets These rappers insecure They talk about being a man so much I finally understand that they ain't even sure 'Bout who they are and why they do this Guess I'm included in that category as a nigga who done had the glory My highest moments come from tellin' all the saddest stories I've seen in my life, I be fiendin' to write Songs that raise the hair on my arms My lowest moments came from tryin' too hard To impress some niggas that couldn't care if I'm on Therefore from here on out, my hair grow out I care nothin' 'bout opinions I wanna give hope like the fountains you throw pennies in Hit the store, take your diss, make your wish This is dedicated to the ones that listen to me on some faithful shit I'm on some thankful shit But the real God is in you, not the music you coppin' I hear my old shit and know I can top it False prophets Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this, be like this False prophets (La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la…) Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Yeah, false prophets

J. Cole

Villuminati

Villuminati by J. Cole

I'm a born sinner But I die better than that, I swear It's way darker this time *Laughs* Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov, now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Cole, time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Sometimes I brag like Hov, sometimes I'm real like Pac Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got Sometimes I focus on the dough, look at these bills I got This is a message for some rappers tryna steal my spot You niggas famous on the internet, I'm real life hot, homie Get your weight up, fake niggas get sprayed up My verbal AK slay faggots And I don't mean no disrespect whenever I say faggot, okay, faggot? Uh, don't be so sensitive If you want to get fucked in the ass that's between you and whoever else's dick it is Pause, maybe that line was too far Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are And who can blame ya? Boy Meets World, I'm tryna find a new Topanga And bang her out, no hanging out My pops was club hopping back when Rick James was out And all I get is Trinidad James, wait a minute, that's strange Sip a bit of champagne, say fuck it If the hoes like it I love it, nigga, nigga, nigga Used to watch Rap City, Big Tigga, Tigga Rap nerd, even copped Rah Diggah, Diggah Pac had a nigga saying fuck Jigga, fuck Biggie I was only like 11 so forgive me A decade later I'd be all up in the city Tryna get Hov to fuck with me With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand When he said he didn't want it it was fuck him again One day, he gon' regret playing me Little did I know in a year he'd be fucking paying me, what could you say to me? I Beat the odds like Vegas, I used to rap about haters Before niggas was hating me, now they hate to see A young black man with a college degree Fucking all these little models for free, pardon me You might also like Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov Got the game back, and I ain’t ever letting go I'm the prince of the city, I studied Machiavelli You niggas couldn't blow with C4 strapped to your belly I snuck up out the parts where niggas be living heartless And cannot tell the difference between Iraqi, Israeli And so I'm wondering really what could you actually tell me I'm tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully So, back with this pen to give back for my sins Took a black president to tell the Japanese sorry But who the fuck gon' tell my niggas sorry Never seen his pops 'cause he's sorry Fucked up education, would ask for reparations But I’m probably just gon' go and buy Ferraris, vroom Please forgive him According to the preacher man he needs Jesus in him But the Devil run the TV so the demons in 'em I'm in trouble Did a deal with the Devil, now I'm pleading with him Like give me my soul My nigga, I ain't ever letting you go again I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again Please give me my soul I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again Please give me my soul I ain't ever letting go But the Devil don't play fair I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati Fuck everybody I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati Fuck everybody I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati Fuck everybody I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati These next three bars is dedicated to the retards Keep on asking me about the Illuminati; Is you stupid, nigga? Young black millionaire Old white billionaires, I'm sure that they can do without me And I ain't really into sacrificing human bodies Couple more A's I would've been a summa cuma laude Beyoncé told me that she want to cop the blue Bugatti That shit is more than what I'm worth, I think she knew it probably Well this is awkward, awkward Want to know what else is really awkward, awkward When niggas buy rings for bitches I had flings with I'm praying I don't see 'em at the Oscars, Oscars Hey J. Cole, this way, hey Oh, hey, what's up? What's goin' on with you? Okay Big smile, man, big smile, let me see that crooked smile J. Cole, J. Cole, this way, look this way Oh friend hug, friend hug, just keep it friendly We friends, friends Re-adjustin' my target audience, 'cause it's obvious I've gone astray, losing my way like Timberlake Produced by Timbaland on that goddamn FutureSex/LoveSounds What's playing in my mind, just the sound of my whole career Crash and burning, the thing that I mostly fear Was on track for the first two years until I let the Devil steer Now what have we here? Mask my tears, but I I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole My nigga Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole My nigga Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner

J. Cole

She’s Mine, Pt. 1

She's Mine, Pt. 1 by J. Cole

I never felt so alive I never felt so alive I never felt so alive (I never felt so alive) I never felt so alive (I never felt so alive) Catch me, don't you— Catch me, don't you catch me I've fallen in love for the first time I wanna cry And I ain't even tryna fight it Don't wanna die (Don't wanna die no more) 'Cause now you're here and I just wanna be Right by your side On any night that you be crying, baby I'll dry your eyes I'll dry your eyes Every time you go to sleep you look like you in Heaven Plus the head game is stronger than a few Excedrin You shine just like the patent leather on my new 11's You read me like a book like I'm the Bible, you the Reverend Yeah, I wanna tell the truth to you I wanna talk about my days as a youth to you Exposing you to all my demons and the reasons I'm this way I would like to paint a picture, but it'll take more than a day It would take more than some years to get all over all my fears Preventing me from letting you see all of me perfectly clear The same wall that's stopping me from letting go and shedding tears From the lack of having father, and the passing of my peers While I'm too scared to expose myself It turns out, you know me better than I know myself Better than I know myself Well how 'bout that? You might also like She gets him (you get me) She hugs him (you kiss me) You tell me you miss me And I believe you, I believe you She gets him (you get me) She hugs him (you kiss me) You tell me you miss me And I believe you, I believe you Catch me, don't you— Catch me, don't you catch me I've fallen in love for the first time

J. Cole

​t h e . c l i m b . b a c k

​t h e . c l i m b . b a c k by J. Cole

Are you doin' this work to facilitate growth or to become famous? Which is more important? Getting or letting go? You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything) You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything) Everything come back around full circle Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful? Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come-back-to-life shit My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon Yeah To the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints And you'll see how I flipped like exclamation points My niggas shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guards Enough straps to fill four U-Hauls More death than World War II caused Around these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts Of black corpses in county morgues, Lord, those images hauntin' I ain't been asleep yet, it's ten in the mornin' I'm sendin' a warnin', a problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop Awards I'm startin' to see you niggas don't want it I'm sick of this flauntin', from niggas I know for sure ain't got mo' dough than Cole Trash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe-to-toe We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole to blast at ya Bassmasters, look how they tote a pole Gotta know the ropes and the protocol Or they gon' for sure blow your clothes half off like a promo code Made a lil' tune called "Foldin Clothes," and a nigga still ain't known to fold under pressure Well, you know what Cole do Make a diamond, they just rhymin', me, I'm quotin' gold One phone call get you canceled like a homophobe in this PC culture Address me as the G.O.A.T. like they call Chief Keef Sosa In my sectional like a fuckin' three-piece sofa I'm known as the chosen one Another dead body lay frozen, that's how it go sometimes When niggas weighin' coke and not the pros and cons Well, I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher, so I go for mines You might also like Everything come back around full circle (Nigga, gotta go for mines) Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful? (Yeah) Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come-back-to-life shit My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon Now I know why they call it blue m— (Yeah) Survival at all costs, every day, niggas get logged off Bodies get hauled off Passin' a funeral procession while holdin' my breath in the car, I thought At times, it be feelin' the devil be winnin' but do that mean God lost? Just got off the phone, my nigga, he back in the kennel, my dog lost I brought him 'round close to me before but he Became addicted to clout and all the hoes we'd meet I slowly peeped jealousy on his breath whenever he spoke to me Like on the low, he feelin' that in my shoes is where he supposed to be I tried to ignore the signs, but they're in the back of my mind It felt like lettin' a nigga come sleep on your couch and he eatin' up all yo' groceries My nigga repeated this quote to me, I felt its potency Said, "Most of these niggas gon' hang they selves, just give 'em the rope and see" Shit, I heeded that, and what got showed to me Was screamin' that, some niggas, you gotta leave 'em back Unfortunately we seen the trap Niggas be on that demon clock resultantly They fiend to clap as often as the Genius app misquotin' me, uh Meanwhile, I see that yo' diamonds is glistenin' I'm glad that you shinin', but need I remind you my niggas is dimin' and nickelin'? Scrapin' up whatever coin they can find, the pettiest crime, they committin' it Just to get by for a limited time, the steepest of mountains, they tryin' to climb I'm here tryna find the derivative, you niggas don't feel me You see the clout, you don't see the real me If I was sick, you niggas wouldn't heal me Therefore I'm healin' myself, gettin' in tune with my God Slowly revealin' myself, buildin' my wealth A nigga touch mine, I'ma kill 'em myself, trust me Everything come back around full circle Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful? Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come-back-to-life shit My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon Now I know why they call it blue m— (Yeah) Bitch, I'm back outside, nigga I'm back outside I'm back outside I'm back outside Everybody mentions suicide prevention Man, they even made a hotline To call up when there's tension, but I got a question What about a fuckin' homicide? Need a number for my niggas to call Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved Need a number for my niggas to call Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved

J. Cole

Born Sinner

Born Sinner by J. Cole (Ft. James Fauntleroy)

Yeah Hey Spinning in circles, live my life without rehearsal If I died today my nigga, was it business, was it personal? Should this be my last breath I'm blessed 'cause it was purposeful Never got to church to worship lord but please be merciful You made me versatile, well-rounded like cursive Know you chose me for a purpose, I put my soul in these verses Born sinner, was never born to be perfect Sucker for women licking they lips and holding these purses Back when we ran the streets who would think we'd grow to be murderers? Teachers treated niggas as if they totally worthless And violent, and hopeless, I saw but never noticed That a college point is right to "Be all that you can be" posters, uh Rest in peace to Tiffany, I don't know if This the realest shit I wrote, but know the realest nigga wrote this And signed it, and sealed it in a envelope and knew one day you'll find it And knew one day you'd come back and rewind it, singing I'm a born sinner But I'll die better than that, I swear You were always where I needed you to be Whether you were there or not there (I was there) I was born sinning But I live better than that (better than that) If you ain't fucking with that, I don't care (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah You might also like Yeah, this music shit is a gift But God help us make it 'cause this music biz is a cliff I got her life in my grip, she holding tight to my wrist She screaming, "Don't let me slip" She see the tears in my eyes, I see the fear on her lips True when I told you, "You the only reason why I don't flip And go insane," my roof in the pouring rain You knew me before the fame, don't lose me the more I change, no Just grow with me, go broke you go broke with me I smoke you gon' smoke with me Woman's curse since birth, man lead her to the hearse I go Bobby, you go Whitney, damn Listen here, I'll tell you my biggest fears You the only one who knows 'em Don't you ever go expose 'em This life is harder than you'll probably ever know Emotions I hardly ever show, more for you than for me Don't you worry yourself, I gotta do this for me They tell me life is a test, but where's the tutor for me? Pops came late, I'm already stuck in my ways Ducking calls from my mother for days Sometimes she hate the way she raised me but she love what she raised Can't wait to hand her these house keys with nothing to say Except I'm a born sinner But I'll die better than that, I swear You were always where I needed you to be Whether you were there or not there (I was there) I was born sinning But I live better than that (better than that) If you ain't fucking with that, I don't care (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a born sinner But I'll die better than that, I swear You were always where I needed you to be Whether you were there or not there (I was there) I was born sinning But I live better than that (better than that) If you ain't fucking with that, I don't care (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah This music shit is a gift

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Snow on tha Bluff

Snow on tha Bluff by J. Cole

Niggas be thinkin' I'm deep, intelligent, fooled by my college degree My IQ is average, there's a young lady out there, she way smarter than me I scrolled through her timeline in these wild times, and I started to read She mad at these crackers, she mad at these capitalists, mad at these murder police She mad at my niggas, she mad at our ignorance, she wear her heart on her sleeve She mad at the celebrities, lowkey I be thinkin' she talkin' 'bout me Now I ain't no dummy to think I'm above criticism So when I see something that's valid, I listen But shit, it's something about the queen tone that's botherin' me She strike me as somebody blessed enough to grow up in conscious environment With parents that know 'bout the struggle for liberation and in turn they provide her with A perspective and awareness of the system and unfairness that afflicts 'em And the clearest understandin' of what we gotta do to get free And the frustration that fills her words seems to come from the fact that most people don't see Just 'cause you woke and I'm not, that shit ain't no reason to talk like you better than me How you gon' lead, when you attackin' the very same niggas that really do need the shit that you sayin'? Instead of conveyin' you holier, come help us get up to speed Shit, it's a reason it took like two hundred years for our ancestors just to get freed These shackles be lockin' the mental way more than the physical I look at freedom like trees, can't grow a forest like overnight Hit the ghetto and slowly start plantin' your seeds Fuck is the point of you preaching your message to those that already believe what you believe? I'm on some "Fuck a retweet," most people is sheep You got all the answers but how you gon' reach? If I could make one more suggestion respectfully I would say it's more effective to treat people like children Understandin' the time and love and patience that's needed to grow This change is inevitable, but ain't none of us seen this before Therefore, we just gotta learn everything as we go I struggle with thoughts on the daily Feel like a slave that somehow done saved enough coins to buy his way up outta slavery Thinkin' just maybe, in my pursuit to make life so much better for me and my babies I done betrayed the very same people that look at me like I'm some kind of a hero Because of the zeros that's next to the commas But look here, I promise I'm not who you think Ran into this nigga outside of the store yesterday He said something that had me like, "Wait" He was like, "Cole, 'preciate what you been doin', my nigga, that's real" But damn, why I feel faker than Snow on tha Bluff? Well, maybe 'cause deep down I know I ain't doin' enough You might also like The sun is shinin' today The sun is shinin' today The sun is shinin' today Can you walk with me? I hope we'll find the reason why we often sob, go on, cry Painful memories fuck up the vibe Though I be tryin' to let the time heal my mind I was once a child, I've gotten older Still, I know I'm just a boy in God's eyes Fill me up with wisdom and some courage Plus endurance to survive, help mine thrive

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In the Morning

In the Morning by J. Cole (Ft. Drake)

Baby, you summertime fine I let you get on top, I be the underline, I'm Tryna get beside you like the number nine, dime You fine as hell I guess I met you for a reason, only time can tell But well, I'm wonderin' what type of shit you wantin' Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman? Would you drink with a nigga? Do you smoke weed? Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing, I used to blow trees Gettin' lifted, I quit but shit, I might get high with you It's only fittin' 'cause I'm lookin' super fly with you A flower, you are powerful, you do somethin' to me 'Cause girl, I caught the vibe like you threw somethin' to me So I threw 'em back, now all my niggas hollerin', “Who was that?” “Oh boy, she bad nigga, what you 'bout to do with that?” I'm finna take you home, just sip a little Patron Now we zonin', baby you so fine And can I hit it in the mornin'? Can I hit it in the mornin'? And can I hit it in the mornin'? The Sun risin' while you moanin' And can I hit it in the mornin'? Can I hit it in the mornin'? And can I hit it in the mornin'? The Sun risin' while you moanin' You might also like Uh, baby, you wintertime cold The night is still young, drink that dinner wine slow I'm tryna make the goosebumps on your inner thigh show I'll let you beat me there as far as finish lines go Yeah, and if you gotta leave for work I'll be right here in the same bed that you left me in I love thick women 'cause my aunt she rode equestrian I used to go to the stables and get them kids to bet me And I would always ride the stallions whenever she let me I'm jokin', I mean that thing is pokin' I mean you kinda like that girl that's in the US Open I mean I got this hidden agenda that you provokin' I got bath water that you can soak in, things I could do with lotion Don't need a towel, we could dry off in the covers And when you think you like it, I promise you gonna love it Yeah, when lights comin' through the drapes and we both yawnin' I roll over and ask if I can hit it in the mornin' Yeah, can I hit it in the mornin'? Yeah, can I hit it in the mornin'? Yeah, the Sun risin' while you moanin', baby Can I hit it in the mornin', uh? Can I hit it in the mornin', yeah? Can I hit it in the mornin'? The Sun risin' while you moanin' Hey, God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the woman that can hold Patron God bless her homegirl that drove us home No strings attached like a cordless phone You see my intentions with you was clear I'm learnin' not to judge a woman by the shit that she wear Therefore you shouldn't judge a nigga off the shit that you hear Get all defensive, apprehensive, all because my career To be fair, I know we barely know each other and yeah Somehow I wound up in your bed so where we headed from here? Just say you're scared if you're scared But if you through frontin', we can do somethin' And you know just what I'm talkin' about Tomorrow you'll be callin' out 'Cause tonight we gettin' right into the wee morn' Cook a nigga breakfast after sex is like a reward Then I go my own way, you think about me all day That's just a warnin' And can I hit it in the mornin'? Can I hit it in the mornin'? Can I hit it in the mornin'? The Sun risin' while you moanin' Can I hit it in the mornin'? Can I hit it in the mornin'? And can I hit it in the mornin'? The Sun risin' while you moanin', yeah

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​i n t e r l u d e

​i n t e r l u d e by J. Cole

I'm a livin' little good thing It's like you never lived for me, yeah Mama said you was a good thing, uh Good, good, good, yeah Yeah We came a long way, man, we done came a long way And we sittin' on top of this shit This shit can go one of two ways This shit can go up, it can go down Either way, nigga, I'm prepared Feel me? Yeah I be comin' in peace, but fuck me Best beware of the others This shit deep, undercovers creep This Southern heat make unbearable summers Just last week, seen yo' mama weep Crying 'cause she don't wan' bury your brother The blood lеaks while the EMTs Gotta carry her baby likе surrogate mothers Woah, thank God we survived around where the terrorists hovered Though traumatized, wouldn't trade it for nothin' Through hard times, it was there I discovered A hustle and makin' the best out the struggle I kept grindin' 'til this day, up a level Respect mine, gotta stay out of trouble 'Cause TEC-9s like to air out rebuttals Cole World, niggas knowin' what it is Just in case they don't, I show 'em what it is This summer, I do real numbers Couldn't dare touch it if they sold a double disc Block hot, niggas burnin' up the street Shots poppin' and we heard it up the street It's a war, niggas runnin' up the score Jesus said that you should turn the other cheek Was his niggas gettin' murdered every week? Dead bodies, smell the odor in the street My homie' homie got out on parole He sold more Coca-Cola than the soda industry Summertime bring the coldest winter breeze Hella blues like the Rollin' 60s Christ went to Heaven age thirty-three And so did Pimp C and so did Nipsey You might also like I told you, I told you This shit can go up, it can go down, I don't give a fuck Nigga, I done seen the highest heights I done seen it twice And I've seen the lowest of the lows And still I rose Now I'm at your neck, nigga, yeah

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​everybody dies

​everybody dies by J. Cole

Yeah, we back Back in Mohammad crib, nigga, top floor The back room with just the one little small window, nigga The light be comin' through it in the morning Old-ass walls and shit But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it Yeah, I'm workin' Yeah, I'm workin', nigga Look, it's the return of the Mr. Burn Suckers Not herpes infested, just perfectly blessed with A style that you can't F with, protection recommended ‘Cause Cole the definition of a weapon that can end it You know, mass destruction when I mash the button I take your favorite major rapper, left him independent Cryin' in the corner ‘Cause I ain't into sorta kinda, dissin' niggas I'm borderline addicted to slaughter Line up niggas in order Of who you think can really fuck with me most Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck then he ghost Ain't no need for discussion If they weren't talkin' 'bout the bread these motherfuckers be toast Clap at the fake deep rappers The OG gatekeep rappers The would-you-take-a-break-please rappers Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate these rappers Especially the amateur eight week rappers Lil' whatever – just another short bus rapper Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers Get exposed standin' next to 6'4" rappers The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork rappers Chosen by the white man, you hit store rappers I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers with that Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers, I'm back Never knew a nigga that was better Revenue, I'm good at gettin' cheddar Reminisce on days I didn't eat If it's meant to be, then it'll be If it's not, then fuck it, I'ma try Ain't no need to ask the Father why, no ‘Cause one day everybody gotta die One day everybody gotta die, oh One day everybody gotta die One day everybody gotta die, my nigga, my niggaYou might also like

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Lost Ones

Lost Ones by J. Cole

Uh-uh, uh-uh One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two, yeah Uh-uh, uh-uh One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two, yeah Uh Baby girl, I can't imagine what it's like for you I got you pregnant, now inside there is a life in you I know you wonderin' if this is gon' make me think 'bout wifin' you Like, if you have my first child Would I spend my whole life with you? Now, I ain't tryna pick a fight with you, I'm tryna talk Now, I ain't tryna spend the night with you, I'm kinda lost See, I've been givin' it some thought lately And frankly, I feel like we ain't ready and this— Hold up now, let me finish! Think about it, baby, me and you, we still kids ourself How we gonna raise a kid by ourself? Handle biz by ourself? A nigga barely over twenty Where the hell we gon' live? Where am I gon' get that money? I refuse to bring my boy or my girl in this world When I ain't got shit to give 'em, and I'm not with them niggas Who be knockin' girls up and skate out So, girl, you gotta think about how the options weigh out What's the way out? Uh You might also like And I ain't too proud to tell you That I cry sometime, I cry sometimes about it And girl, I know it hurt, but if this world was perfect Then we could make it work, but I doubt it And I ain't too proud to tell you That I cry sometime, I cry sometimes about it And girl, I know it hurt, but if this world was perfect Then we could make it work, but I doubt it She said: "Nigga, you got some nerve To come up to me talkin' about abortion This my body, nigga, so don't think you finna force shit! See, I knew that this is how you act, so typical Said you love me, oh, but now you flippin' like reciprocals It figures though, I should've known That you was just another nigga No different from them other niggas Who be claimin' that they love you just to get up in them drawers Knowin' all the right things to say I let you hit it raw, mothafucka! Now I'm pregnant, you don't wanna get involved, mothafucka? Tryna take away a life—is you God, mothafucka?! I don't think so! This a new life up in my stomach Regardless if I'm your wife, this new life here, I'ma love it I ain't budgin', I just do this by my mothafuckin' self See, my mama raised me without no mothafuckin' help From a man, but I still don't understand how you could say that Did you forget all those conversations that we had way back 'Bout your father? And you told me that you hate that nigga Talkin' about he a coward and you so glad that you ain't that nigga ‘Cause he left your mama when she had you and he ain't shit And here you go doin' the same shit… You ain't shit, nigga!" And I ain't too proud to tell you That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about it And boy, this shit hurts, and ain’t nobody perfect Still, we can make it work, but you doubt it And I ain't too proud to tell you That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about it And boy, this shit hurts, and ain’t nobody perfect Still, we can make it work, but you doubt it They say everything happens for a reason And people change like the seasons, then grow apart She wanted him to show his heart and say he loved her He spoke the magic words and on the same day he fucked her Now she wide open She'd put a ring up on his finger if she could But he loved her ‘cause the pussy good But she ain't no wife though Uh-oh! She tellin' him she missed her period, like typos He panickin', froze up like a mannequin, a life grows Inside her, and now he askin': "Is it even mine?" What if this bitch ain't even pregnant? Dog, could she be lyin'? And she be cryin', ‘cause he actin' distant Like, "Ever since I told you this, nigga, you actin' different." And all his niggas sayin', "Man, these hoes be trappin' niggas Playin' with niggas' emotions like they some action figures." Swear they get pregnant for collateral, it's like extortion Man, if that bitch really pregnant, tell her to get a abortion (Uh) But what about your seed, nigga? (Uh-uh) But what about your seed, nigga? But what about your seed, nigga? But what about your seed, nigga? And I ain't too proud to tell you That I cry sometime, I cry sometimes about it And I ain't too proud to tell you That I cry sometime, I cry sometimes about it

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​​a m a r i

​​a m a r i by J. Cole

Bada-ba, bada-ba Bada-ba, da-da Off-Season Let's work, hey Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga's faith Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith I was doin' eighty on the interstate Tryna make it back before my class started Country nigga never seen a passport 'Til I popped off and got a bag for it Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard 'Ville nigga never seen nothing 'Cept a fucking triple beam jumping Good dope leave a fiend krumping Made it out, it gotta mean something Either you gon' hustle or that nigga Uncle Sam got yo' ass re-enlisting 2-6, murder scene pumping Better leave it tucked if you ain't dumping Pow, pow, nigga, he slumping Twelve comin', we ain't seen nothing Time change, niggas ain't rumbling no more Nah, what for? Hungry for more If you solo these vocals, listen close and you can hear grumbling Multi' and I'm still munching Big bag, never fear fumbling Want smoke? Nigga don't choke I'm a whole fuckin' nicotine company Dreamville the Army, not a Navy How could you ever try to play me? Kill 'em on a song, walk up out the booth, do the Westbrook rock-a-baby I never fall out with the bro Hate when your family turn into foe We had a penthouse on the road Interior decorated with the hoes Just like a multiple-choice getting chose My niggas like "Eenie, meenie, miney, moe" Scoop up a dime-piece like we homeless Then we gon' send 'em back pigeon-toed Out of the concrete was a rose and winters was cold Had to go over and stand by the stove We from the Southeast, niggas know This where the opps creep real slow Won't vote but they mob deep with the poles I punch the time sheet, not no more And now my assigned seat is the throne You might also like Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga's faith Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith I was doin' eighty on the interstate Tryna make it back before my class started Country nigga never seen a passport 'Til I popped off and got a bag for it Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard 'Ville nigga never seen nothing 'Cept a fucking triple beam jumping Good dope leave a fiend krumping Made it out, it gotta mean something Made it out, it gotta mean something Made it out, it gotta mean something Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, ah-ah

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Photograph

Photograph by J. Cole

Fell in love through photograph I don't even know your name Wonder if you'd follow back I hope to see you one day I won't show my niggas now I'II keep this one for myself Love today's gone digital And it's messing with my health Yeah Damn, I love your sense of humor You don't get caught up in rumors You don't be talking 'bout who fuckin' who And I notice the way you maneuver Sexy, but never show too much Ain't heard from you in like two months All of a sudden, you pop on my line You could make time, stop on a dime I think you mastered the art of sublime Your type is harder to find You could turn water to wine, yeah You could turn water to wine, yeah I think you mastered the art of sublime Your type is harder to find You could turn water to wine, yeah You could turn water to wine, feel me You might also like Niggas be talkin' so slick (ugh) I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah) Puttin' my heart in a click (yeah) Can't see my heart, it don't fit (yeah) Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah) Too busy thinking what if (yeah) I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) Niggas be talkin' so slick (yeah) I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah) Puttin' my heart in a click (yeah) Can't see my heart it don't fit (yeah) Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah) Too busy thinking what if (yeah) I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) I shoot my shot and it brick (mmm) Fell in love through a photograph I don't even know your name Wonder if you'd follow back I hope to see you one day I won't show my niggas now I'II keep this one for myself Love today's gone digital And it's messing with my health Yeah Feel like I gotta say somethin' Thought of you got my heart jumpin' But I can't come up with nothin' (no) But I can't come up with nothin' I put it off for a day I come back around your way Searching for what I could say That accurately could convey The way that I feel in the word That's different than what you done heard So many done hit you wit game So many been sent to the curb And I did not come here to play And I did not come to observe And I did not come here to play But I did not come to observe Feel me Niggas be talkin' so slick (ugh) I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah) Puttin' my heart in a click (yeah) Can't see my heart, it don't fit (yeah) Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah) Too busy thinking what if (yeah) I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) Niggas be talkin' so slick (yeah) I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah) Puttin' my heart in a click (yeah) Can't see my heart it don't fit (yeah) Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah) Too busy thinking what if (yeah) I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) I shoot my shot and it brick (mmm) Fell in love through photograph I don't even know your name Wonder if you'd follow back I hope to see you one day I won't show my niggas now I'II keep this one for myself Love today's gone digital And it's messing with my health

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Runaway

Runaway by J. Cole

Married men act totally different when they're by themselves, don't they? You see 'em with their wife, "What's up Tony?" "Hey man, how's everything going brother? Oh, just taking it easy, hanging out with the old lady. Alright, God bless you, take it easy now, alright." You be like that nigga ain't like that You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?" "Hey, where's the bitches at, nigga?! Where's the bitches?!" Yeah Gimme my space, Lord, ain't enough time to chase All these dreams, nah mean? I got no time to wait Love my girl, but I told her straight up, "Don't wait up" Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked and made up Used to living free as a bird, but now I'm laid up Feelin' like a nigga got handcuffs on How the fuck did my life become a damn love song? She ride for a nigga and she stand up for him But a nigga wan' be a nigga, be a nigga Ride through the streets with freaks and real niggas She'll never understand what it's like to be a man Knowin' when you look inside yourself you see a nigga And you don't wan' let her down But you too young for the settle down And maybe you can thug it out, learn what is love about When you can't live with her and you can't live without Aw shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his hands on me Stripper saying, "Baby, won't you throw them bands on me?" And I came to spend She pop a molly, let the motherfuckin' games begin I'm running away You might also like Runaway, runaway Runaway, runaway I'm holdin' on Desperately Runaway, runaway Runaway, runaway I'm holdin' on When it's all said and done everybody dies In this life ain't no happy endings Only pure beginnings followed by years of sinning and fake repentance The preacher say we were made in image of Lord To which I replied: "Are you sure? Even a murderer? Even a whore? Even a nigga running through bitches on tour With a good girl at home folding clothes and shit?" She losin' faith in him and he knows the shit, like, "What the fuck is a break? Don't know how much I can take no more I give you all I got 'til it ain't no more No more tears, it's been ten long years Damn near, I don't know if I can wait no more" And who can blame her, you complain about Every time you out, you come back she poutin' Sleeping back to back, this is wack, we 'bout To go platinum and I'm in the crib acting out My childhood fantasies of wife and home But it's a whole lot of actresses I'd like to bone And despite the rumors you hold out On account of your guilt and she has got to spend her nights alone And she ride or die like Eve and 'em Make home-cooked meals every evenin' And even in your lowest days When you're no longer Superman, at least you know you got Lois Lane But you Runaway, runaway Runaway, runaway I'm holdin' on Desperately Runaway, runaway Runaway, runaway I'm holdin' on Yeah Unbelievable, seen evil that not even Knievel know At age three I knew this world was three below Listen, even though my ego low, achieved the unachievable Imagine if my confidence was halfway decent yo This just in, fucked more bitches than Bieber though Still I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to know Basis, my manager back in the days was racist I was a young boy, passing skates and tucking laces Old perverted white man who told me, "Jermaine It's all pink on the inside, fuck what color they face is" Wise words from an indecent man Made me reflect on the times when we was three-fifths of them In chains and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardice Slaving in the baking sun for hours just To see the master creep into the shack where your lady at Nine months later got a baby, that's Not quite what you expected, but you Refuse to neglect it, 'cause you Know your wifey loves you, thus you refuse to accept it That’s the type of shit that turned my granny light-skinned Rich white men rule the nation still Only difference is we all slaves now, the chains concealed In our thoughts, if I follow my heart to save myself Could I run away from fifty-mill like Dave Chappelle? You know Runaway, runaway Runaway, runaway I'm holdin' on Desperately Runaway, runaway Runaway, runaway I'm holdin' on

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LAnd of the Snakes

LAnd of the Snakes by J. Cole

Yeah, uh-huh This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with Lord, know some hoes from the past Like, "Damn Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich" Well, shoulda asked It's funny how these niggas on some real "be cool with me" shit I bag two bitches like it's two of me, bitch This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with Finally got my own bedroom in this bitch No more sleeping in my brother room Like, "Man, I might as well be sleeping in my mother room" 'Cause how I'm supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here? Plus she gon' find out I been rocking all his old gear This his flow here, this is no fair, this is so pure This is so clear, this is one breath, this is no air Ain't no wedding but I do the most here I'm the President, you the co-chair You the player, yeah, I'm the coach here, nigga, I coast here This weather got me set up on this West Coast, yeah Avoidin' the snakes, AKs, and coke, yeah Get my dick wet, but I never let it soak there Man, I been thinkin' 'bout movin' out What? Country boy in the city Of New York nine years, ran that shit like Diddy Riding through South Side Queens like Fiddy You might also like Nothing's impossible And all you lame niggas show me what not to do I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight She told me, "Watch the snakes 'cause they watching you" I told her, "Awww baby don't start! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!" She said, "You 'bout to miss church" while she riding me I like my sundaes with a cherry on top Make that ass drop (drop, drop) Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop) Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop) Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop, drop) Now if you only had one wish is it devious? 'Cause you already know who your genie is Ain't get a cover now your mag on my penis Like damn, he turned out to be a genius Damn, real shit nigga, no Pixar You niggas soft like Meagan Good's lips are My kicks hard, my whip hard I came out the womb with my dick hard Back when I was playing Stomp the Yard It'd be a bunch of niggas up on campus talking hard Don't get exposed to these hoes boy, knock it off I seen your mama in the Benz when she dropped you off Damn, now who more thorough than me? I paint a picture of my pain for the world to see Could paint a picture of the game but my girl would see Gotta ask myself, "What mean the world to me?" Me, me Nothing's impossible And all you lame niggas show me what not to do I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight She told me, "Watch the snakes 'cause they watching you" I told her, "Aw baby don't start! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!" She said, "You bout to miss church" while she riding me I like my sundaes with a cherry on top Make that ass drop (drop, drop) Make that ass drop Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop) Make that ass drop Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop) Make that ass drop Hey make that ass drop Make that ass drop Make, hey, make that ass drop (Drop) Hey, you seen me in this every damn day (Drop) It got the dick hard as a rock (Drop) And I can't control (Let it ride) Hehe, control This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street wit' Yeah This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street wit' A little Fayettenam nigga out in Beverly Hills That's when I ran into this chick I went to college with Yeah, back when a nigga was on scholarship Was in a rush, but I still stopped to holla, shit That's the least I owed her 'cause see I tried to hit On the first night, and nah, I ain't proud of it I boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of it, huh And I never called back, how thoughtfulless Now I'm standing in the streets tryna politic with her In her mind she calling me a misogynist, nigga On some Bobby Brown shit, my prerogative, nigga Is to hit and never commit Not realizing when I hit she never forgets So every time I ignore the telephone call Saying I'll hit her back knowing I'm never gon' call, she was hurtin' Now she's staring dead in my face, she was smirking Like, "Yeah, I remember and nah you ain't worth shit, nigga You ain't worth shit, nigga" Hm, this the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with

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9 5 . s o u t h

9 5 . s o u t h by J. Cole

Killa, it's The Off-Season Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man And don't check your watch, you know the time Cole World, Killa Cam', niggas is fuckin' finished (Yeah) This shit too easy for me now Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou' If I'm bettin' on myself, then I completely double down If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref' I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Off this clever rappin', bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten You might also like They gon' forever fatten See, we tried to tell niggas They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the The nigga that made them, peep the reaper Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill 12 (Uh) 'Cause they steady harassin' We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion My young niggas nutty, they blastin' Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin' All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (Y'all way) We sendin' 'em y'all way (Y'all way) That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here (Killa, Harlem) I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Represent your shit, motherfucker Represent your shit, motherfucker Represent your clique, motherfucker Represent your clique, motherfucker If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club

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Can’t Get Enough

Can't Get Enough by J. Cole (Ft. Trey Songz)

Cole World Southside Can’t get enough, can’t get enough Eastside, Westside, worldwide, ride out Now, I ain’t got no kids yet, but this right here’s for practice I hate to get the seats in the Benz wet, but that’s how good your ass is Make an old man get his glasses, make Wesley pay his taxes Then follow your moves all week on Twitter, pro'bly make a gay nigga reconsider You're now rockin' with the best, mane, dress game down to the sex game Won’t brag, but the boy been blessed, mane, let you play with the stick; Ovechkin She callin', she textin', she’s fallin', but let me explain Gotta tell your old boyfriend skate, girl, ‘cause a nigga don’t play them ex games Nope! Straight sexing, no handcuff or arresting And I ain’t coming off of my last name, ‘cause I really can’t take no stressing 'Bout where I done been, who I done hit, your homegirl saying, “He a bad boy.” But I’m signed to the Roc, no time for the gossip, bitch, put down them tabloids! She said “I heard you got a main chick, a mistress and some hoes You be up to no good and everybody knows My homegirls tried to warn me, they tried to let me know But what you got I need a lot, so I can’t let you go.” You might also like She said, “I can’t get enough, can’t get enough” (I need that) “I can’t get enough, can’t get enough” (I need that) “I can’t get enough of what you got, good God, you hit the spot Try to let go but I just cannot, so don’t you stop, I need that.” Hey Globetrotter, Cole hotter, even way out in London town Hoes holla, ’cause they love my sound and I got love for the underground Kweli, Pimp C, H-Town where Bun get down Met a bad bitch that’ll cut all night, that’ll suck all night, you just cut off lights Almost missed my flight, tryna get my last little nut, all right? She be down for whatever whenever I wanna get up in the guts, all right? Never fuss or fight, on the grind, tryna find this lettuce I love it when you give me head, I hate it when you give me headaches She said “I heard you got a main chick, a mistress and some hoes You be up to no good and everybody knows My homegirls tried to warn me, they tried to let me know But what you got I need a lot, so I can’t let you go.” She said, “I can’t get enough, can’t get enough” (I need that) “I can’t get enough, can’t get enough” (I need that) “I can’t get enough of what you got, good God, you hit the spot Try to let go but I just cannot, so don’t you stop, I need that.” Hey, Cole World, baby, ain’t nothin' sunny, I see ‘em hating, but it ain’t nuttin' to me I’m from the Ville where they bang for the money and carry fo’-fives, like change for a twenty So what I look like, scurred? Them niggas over there look like nerds Never mind that, girl, let’s make a track, I’ll beat the pussy up, that’s the hook right thurr That’s the hook right thurr! That's the hook right thurr! Never mind that, girl, let’s make a track, I’ll beat the pussy up, that’s the hook right thurr She said “I heard you got a main chick, a mistress and some hoes You be up to no good and everybody knows My homegirls tried to warn me, they tried to let me know But what you got I need a lot, so I can’t let you go.” She said, “I can’t get enough, can’t get enough” (I need that) “I can’t get enough, can’t get enough” (I need that) “I can’t get enough of what you got, good God, you hit the spot Try to let go but I just cannot, so don’t you stop, I need that.”

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Sparks Will Fly

Sparks Will Fly by J. Cole (Ft. Jhené Aiko)

74 ContributorsSparks Will Fly Lyrics It may seem like our fire Has been a little burnt out, we're tired We only need to stay close, in time Sparks will fly And we fly too, and we, and we And we fly too It may seem like our fire Has been a little burnt out, we're tired We only need to stay close, in time Sparks will fly And we fly too, and we, and we And we fly too Baby you deserve the whole enchilada Gucci and Prada Toast to the days when I didn't have a dollar You stuck around even when the world frowned on me Kicked me when I was down, and so they clowned on me Down for me, my homie You better believe, I know your home girl said you should leave a note Know you was tired like the Michelin man What if Gina would have listened to Pam? Now they hate to see us last this long When they get my album, probably pass this song Thought they knew me well Money can't buy you happiness that's true as hell But happiness can't buy yo' ass this new SL I love you like the fat kid loves cakes and shit I love you like the bad kid love breakin' shit Ride or die chick, fighting insecurities Want a ring and my last name for securities You might also like It may seem like our fire Has been a little burnt out, we're tired We only need to stay close, in time Sparks will fly And we fly too, and we, and we And we fly too It may seem like our fire Has been a little burnt out, we're tired We only need to stay close, in time Sparks will fly And we fly too, and we, and we And we fly too I know my style ain't perfect I know my smile ain't perfect Nigga ain't perfect, it's true Funny though I am perfect for you All the drama seem worth it for you She put up with the shit like she work at the zoo, true Now what you crying for? She says you ain't gon' settle down, what you lyin' for? She want that old thing back Things ain't the same, think we both seen that Love is war, end up on the floor But baby you only lose when you don't swing back I say those words hoping that You fight for a nigga like I fight for you Like I fight temptations every night for you And know I slip, only girl in my life is you It may seem like our fire Has been a little burnt out, we're tired We only need to stay close, in time Sparks will fly And we fly too, and we, and we And we fly too It may seem like our fire Has been a little burnt out, we're tired We only need to stay close, in time Sparks will fly And we fly too, and we, and we And we fly too Feels as though our world's crashing down We can’t forget to breathe through this now We live through the ups and the downs It’ll get better It may seem like our fire Has been a little burnt out, we're tired We only need to stay close, in time Sparks will fly

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FRIENDS

FRIENDS by J. Cole (Ft. ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​kiLL edward)

Cop another bag and smoke today Cop another bag and smoke today Cop another bag and smoke today Cop another bag and smoke today Cop another bag and smoke today Cop another bag and smoke today Cop another bag and smoke today Cop another bag and smoke today I got thoughts, can't control Got me down, got me low Rest my mind, rest my soul When I blow, when I blow Am I wrong, let them know Feels so right to let things go Don't think twice, this is me This is how I should be But I'm aggravated without it My saddest days are without it My Saturdays are the loudest I'm blowing strong Some niggas graduated to powder I dabble later, I doubt it My database of narcotics It's growing long But I'm aggravated without it My saddest days are without it My Saturdays are the loudest I'm blowing strong Some niggas graduated to powder I dabble later, I doubt it My database of narcotics It's growing long You might also like I wrote this shit to talk about the word addiction To my niggas --- I hope you listening --- and ---, I hope you listening This is for the whole fucking Ville, I hope you're listening Smoking medical grade, but I ain't got prescription All the way in Cali where they ain't got precipi- -tation, feeling like the only one that made it And I hate it for my niggas 'cause they ain't got ambition Fuck did you expect, you can blame it on condition Blame it on crack, you can blame it on the system Blame it on the fact that 12 got jurisdiction To ride around in neighborhoods that they ain't ever lived in Blame it on the strain that you feel when daddy missing Blame it on Trump shit, blame it on Clinton Blame it on trap music and the politicians Or the fact that every black boy wanna be Pippen But they only got 12 slots on the Pistons Blame it on the rain, Milli Vanilli with the disk skip What I'm tryna say is the blame can go deep as seas Just to blame 'em all I would need like twenty CD's There's all sorts of trauma from drama that children see Type of shit that normally would call for therapy But you know just how it go in our community Keep that shit inside it don't matter how hard it be Fast forward, them kids is grown and they blowing trees And popping pills due to chronic anxiety I been saw the problem but stay silent 'cause I ain't Jesus This ain't no trial if you desire go higher please But fuck that now I'm older I love you 'cause you my friend Without the drugs I want you be comfortable in your skin I know you so I know you still keep a lot of shit in You running from yourself and you buying product again I know you say it helps and no I'm not trying to offend But I know depression and drug addiction don't blend Reality distorts and then you get lost in the wind And I done seen the combo take niggas off the deep end One thing about your demons they bound to catch up one day I'd rather see you stand up and face them than run away I understand this message is not the coolest to say But if you down to try it I know of a better way Meditate Meditate, meditate, meditate, meditate Don't medicate, medicate, don't medicate, medicate Meditate, meditate, meditate, meditate Don't medicate, medicate, don't medicate, medicate I got thoughts, can't control Got me down, got me low Rest my mind, rest my soul When I blow, when I blow Am I wrong, let them know Feels so right to let things go Don't think twice, this is me This is how I should be Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today

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She’s Mine, Pt. 2

She's Mine, Pt. 2 by J. Cole

Catch me, don't you Catch me, don't you Catch me, I've fallen in love for the first time For you I drop the tough guy shit, on this bus I sit Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you Damn it feel good to have you Damn it feel good to have you Damn it feel good to have you Damn it feel good to have you Needin' me, wantin' me, givin' me a chance to feel special To somebody in a world where they not lovin' me Handcuffs keep huggin' the, wrists of my niggas And I wish stuff was different here But if I had a magic wand to make the evil disappear That means that there would be no Santa Claus no more To bring you Christmas cheer 'Cause what he represents is really greed And the need to purchase shit from corporations That make a killin' because they feed On the wallets of the poor who be knockin' on they door Every Black Friday just to get some shit they can't afford Even with the discount, write a check, that shit bounce But as long as we got credit, it don't matter, the amount We just swipin' shit here, we don't love, we just likin' shit here What's that smell? Where's your diaper shit here? Lay on your back, don't pee right now Or else I'll have to get you back One day when you gon' want to get your way Yeah I'll have fun with that Reminisce when you came out the womb Tears of joy I think filled up the room You are now the reason that I fight I ain't never did nothing this right in my whole life Got me thinking... You might also like Am I worthy of this gift? Am I strong enough to lift? (Am I strong enough to lift?) Into a place that I can see (Into a place that I can see) Someone more important than me? (Someone more important than me?) Am I worthy of this gift? (Am I worthy of this gift?) Am I strong enough to lift (Am I strong enough to lift) Into a place that I can see (Into a place that I can see) Someone more important than me? (Someone more important than me?) Ib gon' ask me how I did this shit I'm gon' do a humble stunt act like I meant this shit Thats the ego taking credit for what God made Fuck this album shit, hey mama look what God made (She's mine) Catch me, don't you (She's mine) Catch me, don't you (She's mine) Catch me I've fallen in love for the first time I wanna cry, and I ain't even tryna fight it Don't wanna die, 'cause now you're here And I just wanna be right by your side On any night that you be cryin', baby I dry your eyes, I dry your eyes There is a God, it is a God Yeah, it is a God I never felt so alive I never felt so alive I never felt so alive (I never felt so alive) I never felt so alive (I never felt so alive) Catch me, don't you— Catch me, don't you— Catch me, I've fallen in love for the first time

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Black Friday

Black Friday by J. Cole

Yeah Ten toes to the ground Yeah Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening No Promethazine I’m a king, no leaning I got a better way to fight these demons Fuck do you know ‘bout my pain? blaow Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening No Promethazine I’m a king, no leaning I got a better way to fight them demons Fuck do you know ‘bout my pain? If I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga Six head shots, I’ll erode a nigga Pop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga Ain’t no way around it, I’m the coldest nigga Do a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga Get you cleaned up then I fold you nigga Shout out to the haters who promote a nigga Flow hot, whip cold, I’m bipolar nigga But I don’t like to talk about a Rover nigga Keep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga Tired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga Probably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga Don’t need a rollie on to know I’m getting older nigga Dreamville going way up like a floater nigga Couple hands out like I owe them niggas Where was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga? No snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga You might also like Fuck do you know ‘bout my pain? (Right there let me get that there Talk about it) Fuck do you know ‘bout my dreams? (Talk about it) Nada (If you really believe it, ain't gotta talk about it You heard about what happens when you talk about it Niggas lookin’ at you funny when they start to doubt it Fucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too) Rollercoaster ride (Start to doubt it too) How much do it cost? (Start to doubt it) If I take a ride, fuck around get lost (Shoutout my nigga Ib) Rollercoaster ride, how much do it cost? (El Presidente and shit) (He want me to talk my shit for y'all) If I take a ride, fuck around get lost Cole world you should stay off this dick I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples A nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker But I ain’t coming to talk about all that paper That’s what they talk about when they ain’t got shit to say Can’t understand why niggas never got shit to do You know the saying, same shit nigga, different day I never felt that, no way Cause on the same day a nigga doing different shit Spit different flows hit different chicks Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips Why I do a lot of shows? I’m the shit, that’s it Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists Never stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris So if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga The flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit I never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit Then lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I’m that nice, woo What’s the plan? Cole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam Got a middle finger for Uncle Sam I done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan But instead they make a young nigga fund the man Same man that keep a young nigga under, damn I just cocked back nigga and my gun don’t jam On a scale from one to ten I’m a hundred grand It's Cole fuckin’ world nigga Dreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker "When you and K. Dot shit drop?" Bitch never, they can’t handle two Black niggas this clever But this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop... (Censor Tone)

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The Cut Off

The Cut Off by J. Cole (Ft. ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​kiLL edward)

I know Heaven is a mind state, I've been a couple times Stuck in my ways so I keep on falling down Keep on fallin' down Keep on fallin' down I know Heaven is a mind state, I've been a couple times Stuck in my ways so I keep on falling down Keep on falling down Keep on falling down Yeah Gimme drink, gimme smoke Get me high, let me float I'm a cloud, comin' down Put me down, gentle now Gimme drink, gimme dope Bottom line, I can't cope If I die, I don't know I don't know, I don't know Gimme drink, gimme smoke Get me high, let me float I'm a cloud, comin' down Put me down, gentle now Gimme drink, gimme dope Bottom line, I can't cope If I die, I don't know I don't know, I don't know You might also like Yeah, I got some niggas that still owe me an apology I'ma be the bigger man just like I always be Eventually but right now that's hard for me I'm dreaming violent, I can't tolerate disloyalty So I'ma see you when I see you, know that day comin' I pray that on that day you slip and say something I never fantasize 'bout murder 'cause I'm still sane But I can't seem to fight this urge to make you feel pain I know that vengeance is the Lord's and it's not for me I know the punishment for you is that you not with me You place your value on the bitches that you got with me And now the bitches ask you daily "Why you not with me?" I had to cut some people off 'cause they was using me My heart is big, I want to give too much and usually I send the bread and don't hear back for like two months now You hit my phone, you need a loan, oh I'm a crutch now I had to learn, I never had shit You never would split, you was hood rich I couldn't get a dollar from you I remember that It was blurry for a while but now it's coming back (coming back) Time will tell who is on my side (Time will tell just who is on my side) I mean well but I can't stop my pride (I mean well but I can't stop my pride) Gimme drink, gimme smoke Get me high, let me float I'm a cloud, comin' down Put me down, gentle now Gimme drink, gimme dope Bottom line, I can't cope If I die, I don't know I don't know, I don't know Gimme drink, gimme smoke Get me high, let me float I'm a cloud, comin' down Put me down, gentle now Gimme drink, gimme dope Bottom line, I can't cope If I die, I don't know I don't know, I don't know Keep on fallin' down Keep on fallin' down Keep on fallin' down I know Heaven is a mind state, I've been a couple times Stuck in my ways so I keep on fallin' down Keep on fallin' down, yeah Time will tell who is on my side (Time will tell just who is on my side) I mean well but I can't stop my pride (I mean well but I can't stop my pride) Gimme drink, gimme smoke Get me high, let me float I'm a cloud, comin' down Put me down, gentle now Gimme drink, gimme dope Bottom line, I can't cope If I die, I don't know I don't know, I don't know Gimme drink, gimme smoke Get me high, let me float I'm a cloud, comin' down Put me down, gentle now Gimme drink, gimme dope Bottom line, I can't cope If I die, I don't know I don't know, I don't know

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Trouble

Trouble by J. Cole

98 ContributorsTrouble Lyrics (I said) Set it off on my left, set it off on my right (I said) Liquor all on my breath, bitches all in my sight (I said) Real niggas tryna fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight (I said) Gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life (I said) Troubles of this, troubles of this world Troubles of this, troubles of this world Yeah, god flow Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso Niggas say "Live fast, die young," so I drive slow And pray I die old In the drop with the top low Met a bad bitch from Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yo Kept it straight, shit, cause y'all know And if not, you'll learn how them niggas in the Chi go I ain't fuck her, but I'm thinking 'bout it My niggas say why you gotta think about it? The bitch want too much, hit my phone too much If I gotta be frank about it Ain't worth the stress First the text, then the draws, see first is sex Then it's calls cause the bird's obsessed Want flowers, cards, and the purses next Nah, bitch can't get a dollar Cole on Twitter, bitch can't get a follow Can get a nut, heard "Can't Get Enough" Now she fuck a nigga thinking that she may have hit the lotto No way, Jose Could write a book called, "The Things Hoes Say" Show a lot of love to my sisters though But these bitches so predictable I'm in trouble You might also like Troubles of this, troubles of this world Getting to the promised land You don't want problems, I promise, man Troubles of this, troubles of this world I take it to the promised land You don't want problems, I promise, man Set it off on my left, set it off on my right (I said) Liquor all on my breath, bitches all in my sight (I said) Real niggas tryna fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight (I said) Gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life (I said) And I'm going back to school Only for the hoes and a class or two Young bad bitch made the pastor drool Everybody sweat her like Catholic school Sat next to her in the back of the class Cheated off her test and I'm grabbing her ass She like "Don't you know this shit already?" "Nigga, ain't you rich already?" Yeah, but I got dumb as shit Hanging 'round these rappers 'cause they dumb as shit But I'm back on track, jump shot wasn't that good Couldn't sell crack but I rap good That's one stereotype Know a lot of niggas that'll marry your type Bad bitch with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya I'm Koopa, I never been the Mario type No saving hoes I ain't fooled cause a lot of cool bitches that a nigga went to school with is major hoes And they mans don't know, they mans don't know, fo' sho Had a nigga baby, little mans don’t know Mama, was a freak, got it in on the low 12 years later when my song come on, he ask "Mama, did you fuck J. Cole?" Whoa Troubles of this, troubles of this world Getting to the promised land You don't want problems, I promise, man Troubles of this, troubles of this world I take it to the promised land You don't want problems, I promise, man Set it off on my left, set it off on my right (I said) Liquor all on my breath, bitches all in my sight (I said) Real niggas tryna fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight (I said) Gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life (I said)

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For Whom the Bell Tolls

For Whom the Bell Tolls by J. Cole

I see the, I see the— I see the, I see the— I see the rain Pouring down Before my very eyes Should come as no surprise I see the, I see the rain Pouring down, uh Before my very eyes Should come as no surprise I'm searching and praying and hoping for something I know I'm gon' see it, I know that it's coming Lord, huh Lord, huh But what do you do when there's no place to turn? I have no one, I'm lonely, my bridges have burnt down Lord Lord The bells getting loud, ain't nowhere to hide Got nowhere to go, put away my pride Tired of feeling low even when I'm high Ain't no way to live, do I wanna die? I don't know, I don't know Bells getting loud, ain't nowhere to hide Got nowhere to go, put away my pride Tired of feeling low even when I'm high Ain't no way to live, do I wanna die? I don't know, I don't know You might also like Bells gettin' louder, louder I see the rain Pouring down