J. COLE - Fire Squad Lyrics

I woke up early in the morning hoers blowing on my phone
And I use a small talking but they know I’m tryna ball, fuck up
I halla later man, right now my mind is else wet
My mom helps kid, get out this hell hit
A lot if niggas fail for a nigga it can’t provide hell
We seen it all man nigga can’t even spell
A fresh prince but yo my city ain’t no hit bell
Fuck if you will sell I’m worry ‘bout my well fans
So fair, fair to them broke days
But all til I’m most fade and soon as my dope straight
Told my wify get some dope chain
And put some chains on my nigga like I own slaves
Get up, look at the window hope the sunshine get down on that niggas on that front line
I hit the streets and see them boys out there lucking and get some older hit
So God damn homie, hold your head

I get up and I see the cloud on my window
I pray the sun gonna shine this way
Yeah where I go is the wind blow
Mamma your son gonna find his way
If I gotta call ‘em make him to the end
To the top if I come my way
Tell to mamma rise ‘em, my way

Take the picture a sort of death so as life so listen
Let’s speak the words, it’s hella blind man what he listen
For all my niggas doing time all in prison
Thought you have to resolve the crime man, fuck the system
We raise the babies, back in ’80 ain’t no hope
Ain’t no father, no take the scholar ship, got no hope
Politician halla bout problems but I ain’t gonna vote
Keep on my chain til we flowing in the same old both
Tell me how am I suppose to feel when the president spoke
When he ain’t never got the struggle, never got broke
Ain’t even roll throw the ghetto, whenever they close
Trust in this game man like trust in the devil
For ever I got and get up, get up
Life style of a young black and reckless
A generation of nigga strap and asking questions
Like tell me I ain’t got shit
Or let this liquor feel my (?) with them toxics

I get up and I see the cloud on my window
I pray the sun gonna shine this way
Yeah where I go is the wind blow
Mamma your son gonna find his way
If I gotta call ‘em make him to the end
To the top if I come my way
Tell to mamma rise ‘em, my way

To all my niggas paper chasing
I’m praying for you patient
Just keep the faith and you gonna make you one day you’ll be getting
Taking the hit one step at the time
That real shit is stocking my mind
But til that bullshit I’m death and blind
My destiny to shine, I’mma find a way
Cuz hey damn it the (?) I just try to pay
I pray granny, nine to five it’s hard to survive
I ain’t try to survive, I try to get my mamma in rise
I’mma provide for my seed I’m the soil
I teach ‘em botu loyalty, I teach ‘em that the skin black is royalty
So I’m all the things tha my pops never sow in me
Treat ‘em like a growing trees
With this poetry I get up and show the sons how to lead not to fallow
The presents that I get but leave tomorrow
Please nigas raise your kids and help ‘em get over that bullshit
I blaze the shit

I get up and I see the cloud on my window
I pray the sun gonna shine this way
Yeah where I go is the wind blow
Mamma your son gonna find his way
If I gotta call ‘em make him to the end
To the top if I come my way
Tell to mamma rise ‘em, my way

I get up and I see the cloud on my window
I pray the sun gonna shine this way
Yeah where I go is the wind blow
Mamma your son gonna find his way
If I gotta call ‘em make him to the end
To the top if I come my way
Tell to mamma rise ‘em, my way
 

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