J. COLE

J. COLE - Can I Live

rate me

Yeah!

Pussy my passion, never been a fan of flashing

Probably cause I never could so if I had it, never would.

Then I got my first little taste of paper, and I splurged

I guess it's just the nigga urge, this is the Boondocks

I swear yo I'm like Huey mixed with Riley

Thursday I be trynna save the world, then on Friday I hit the club

Hoping that my dick get rubbed by some fat asses

Niggas get to scraping then you hear the gats blasting Damn!, older niggas ain't got no problems with me

My momma told me to speak like you got a college degree

You see I can, but I won't

Plus I'm saying what I won't

Plus this slang that I speak don't change that I'm deep

That's the throat, on a certified freak, while she choke?

As we headed to the crib, yes I let her give me head so she won't remember where I live

My game is tight, baby no need to bring pajamas, you ain't staying the night

No disrespect, I just say it polite

I drop her off before I sleep, I be praying for life

Like Hov said it Can I Live?

Aye dear Lord, Can I live? -Hey!

Now am I Living to get paid just slaves for a wage (all week)

I can't do no 9 to 5 told my momma (sorry)

I can't do no suit and tie, no I want the (glory)

If you knew me know my life is like a movie starring me

Pardon me, if it seems that I'm following my dreams

I ain't reading off the script that they picked (for me)

I ain't pissed, naw could'ntgive a shit (hardly)

I be shitting on them niggas that was shitting on me

Will I live or will I die before they get to know me

If I go I know the ones that's pouring liquor for me

And I know the fake niggas really hating on me

Knew that I was bout to blow so they was waiting on me

But Oh-No, Lord

See I'm smarter then they know-oh-oh

So hold on, Lord, Cause I ain't quite ready to go-oh oh

Can I live

-Somebody told me that it's only one shot, so I'll be God damn, If I'm ever gonna stop

Promise to my momma I'm a make it to the top

So I'm a keep climbing to my heartbeat drop

Like the phone when she heard the news

Her sister on the other line talking to her shoes

The only son, what a thing to lose

More blacks singing more blues

More niggas pouring more brews

Poor dude he was young like 21, strait up out that city that I'm from

A real smart Nigga, but his niggas they was dumb

He ain't even get a chance to run

Before it landed in his lung

God, breath nigga.

His partner screaming Don't you *** leave nigga!

Took off his shirt trynna stop the bleeding nigga, Don't you go!

But his life fading slow

Did I tell my mom I love her, do she know?

Did I tell my baby sorry from befo

Won't get to see my son grow

Lord I ain't ready to go

Can I live? Can I live? Dear Lord, Can I live?

Can I live? Yea

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