J. COLE

J. COLE - Revenge Of The Dreamers

rate me

I’m on the zone which is all on fire

Nigga check my tire

Your worse fears confirmed

…No application,I’m higher this year

…that bitch to slash my nigga’s tire,oh,yeah

I know about you,bitch,I know about you,ok?

Came up on a good nigga,he ain’t have a clue about you

Tried gto tell that nigga

Don’t trust the bitch as far as you can smell a nigga

But you live and you learn

On this road to rich niggaz bound to miss a few turns

Don’t let the bridges that you cross turn into bridges you burn

You’re bound to miss a few turns

Don’t let the bridges that you

Fuck it,you don’t hear me

Look,I walk along this long harbor of life and sit on the …

Reflect on my pain and shit on my fears

Should I feel an …of guilt that I outdid all my peers?

Or write my name in the sky and show them niggaz I’m here?

This one is for the history books,picture me shook or failin’

This is revenge of the dreamers

Mistery took a million of my niggaz ‘ hopes from them

Don’t even know some of them

No more,the coke numbed them,no suicide notes from them

They are killin’ themselves ,slowly killin’ themselves

5 iPhones dropped,my nigga still in the cell

He said he found God,shit

I doubt it ,to …his own

Whatever keeps you strong to get up out it

We need you home

Cause see,a war is goin’ on outside ,I …cried

When that boy that the cops shot died

My mouth wide opened from the shock

Sick and tired and hoping it will stop

This pen the only hope that I got

I open up ,shot,and break out

Got what you want,got what you need

My heart on my sleeve ,watch me bleed,I break out

Dreamville is the team,my team ill and faints

And you ain’t real as you seem ,

And we can tell,nigga

Fuck what you think,cause if your shit don’t stink

Nigga my shit won’t stink,cause it can’t

I break out

I gotta break the fuck up out of here

Dreamville is the team,my team ill and faints

And you ain’t real as you seem ,and we can tell nigga

War stories,got tour stories

Pop 4 whores on the top floor stories

Niggaz know every verse is worth a brick of blow

Just a seven figure nigga ,got the game in figure 4

I know at times I’m hypocritical ,you niggaz dig it though

I fuck until my dick be sore,leave bitches walkin’ pigeon toe

And break out

On to the next bitch,homie

Your new chick ,that’s my ex-bitch,homie

In fact I’m still logged in her Netflix,homie

Just make sure she cooks your breakfast,homie

Her bacon slimmin’ but her eggs get …funny

So many bombs,you’d think Flex got money from me

Cold world but my neck gets sunny

Now I don’t fuck around with hoes from reality shows

Or blow up dolls,cause don’t like havin’sex with dummies,love me

No disrespect meant,honey,this is just a compilation of my observations

While trapped in this God-forsaken nation

Shit,but since we makin’ conversation

I’ve been thinkin’ me and you would make a bangin’ combination

I know that you mad ,I know what I said

But my dick be arguin’ with my head,all you with the bed

Well,if so,let’s break out

Got what you want,got what you need

My heart on my sleeve ,watch me bleed,I break out

Dreamville is the team,my team ill and faints

And you ain’t real as you seem ,

And we can tell,nigga

Fuck what you think,cause if your shit don’t stink

Nigga my shit won’t stink,cause it can’t

I break out

I gotta break the fuck up out of here

Dreamville is the team,my team ill and faints

And you ain’t real as you seem ,and we can tell nigga

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