J. COLE

J. COLE - Fire Squad

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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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