J. COLE

J. COLE - January 28th

rate me

Look the real is back, the vial is back

Flow bananas here, peel is back and what you find is

Your Hines that can pay a picture that viding enough to kill blindness

Here liniest, finest

You knew that already, that turns to the greatest

I’d prove that already

And if you alive, I’ll do it twice

I just shop in my blade, for a minute become lost in my ways

That’s for my niggas how was toasting in way

Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts and nigga losting the days

We use to play before your coffee was make

Just got the call nigga, got caught ‘em straight

Ooh please ok, just got pay, get caught but got pay

Free OG, just to share my life on the stage

And for the strangers how know a nigga it’s far from there

And that’s the danger, no one know me better then I know myself

I wrap a page out my notebook and anger and let these thoughts linger

Singing

Don’t give ‘em too much

Don’t let ‘em take control

Just one thing you do

Don’t let ‘em take your soul

If you believe in God, one thing’s for sure

If you ain’t too high

If you ain’t too luck

Then you ain’t too low

What’s the price for a black man life?

I’ll take the all tag, not 10 inside

I turn the TV on, not one hero inside

Unless he driller and he faded with mics

Look out the window cuz tonight the city leads up with lights, camera and action

Know man alive come throw and damage my affection

I brought you niggas with me cuz I love you like my brother

And your mother is like my mother, think we need a plan to action

The bigger we get, the more like we equals collide

It’s just physics, pleases with our egos aside

You my niggas and should I work (?)

Turn us in enemies, I hope that we remember these

Nights full of hennas

When we hold around, we switch up to that duce

Gotta show respect when they will tryna stay where you stay

Cuz we from where you from

I’m talk about the slam, now talking ‘bout that mind

Stay and keep that black nigga dumb

Keep it black nigga damn five black nigga gun

And keep ‘em listen to this fronting as rap nigga sons

Yeah son this is New York finest

For living in the street

I took ‘em to the New York climbing

Like show me New York slammer

I climb it an set the box so high

But you gotta get Obama, to force to hit, force to find it

Never minded, you never restep

Cold id the (?) control the game, whenever he snap, that’s ever we trap

Don’t give ‘em too much

Don’t let ‘em take control

Just one thing you do

Don’t let ‘em take your soul

If you believe in God, one thing’s for sure

If you ain’t too high

If you ain’t too luck

Then you ain’t too low

I ain’t serve no past

I ain’t slame no dope

I won’t bring no lies

Nigga sell my cross

I ain’t play no games

Boy I ain’t no joke, like the great (?) when I make my notes

You nigga might be there or you might became

Or you might be slick with ninety chains

Or you might be Jezee Jaze or Kidler Lamar

But check the birthday nigga

You ain’t the God

Nah you ain’t the God

January 28th

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