J. COLE - The Cure

rate me

Cole World, the new Nat King

If I ain't the illest nigga, I'm his new vaccine

Really more like poison when his New Jack Swing

And my bed is like a deck of cards - two black queens

A nigga don't like me, he just a fucking hater

What you made last week, I just tipped the fucking waiter

What that feel like? Tell me what that feel like?

Nigga fuck your Twitter, bitches follow me in real life


Welcome back, ladies and gentleman, to a brand new season. Dreamville, Cole World. So much is happening on time, I’m proud. I can’t wait to share it with you all in due time. Did you miss me? I know I missed you. Can’t believe these niggas ain’t rap on this shit man

[Verse 1]

Heard niggas got beef, then they see me on the street, and don't speak

Heard niggas dropping songs every week, but they weak

Yeah I heard about your deal, hope they keep the receipt

Heard niggas out there saying I would be Memphis Bleek

Well, how you feel when that nigga got mills?

And you sitting, commenting, discussing on how you feel?

Bout another nigga shit, or another nigga chips

Meanwhile I’m on the strip, putt puttin’ wit ya bitch

Cut something in the 6 then dip to 160

Bitch don’t fuck with me, trust nigga I’m sick

Can’t tell me, fuck nigga I’m it

…Watch this

With my heart on my sleeve I bleed pardon my greed

I plead insanity, with a side of vanity

How can it be

I blew up singlehandedly, nobody handed me shit

Granted though, I planned to be rich

Understandably, funny how I talk so candidly

On cameras but won’t holla at family only randomly

After a few drinks come our realest convos

My handle on my thoughts used to be as ill as Rondo’s

Screaming fuck whitey, forgetting I’m still mulatto

Ay reverend, will I get to heaven, he said “hell if I know”, shit

Stay scheming, day dreaming, chain gleaming

Name should be Abe Lincoln ‘cause I cannot tell a lie though

All facts in fact, been all that

Before Kenan and Kel swallow the key to my cell

Which means, I got an impossible lock to pick

And if you want my spot, you gotta go through lots of shit

Nigga, Cole the truth, you the opposite

I be tryna figure out why I cannot commit

With who I’ve known for years, is it hoes or fear

Meanwhile she wonder if the one she chose is pure

No cure for the cold, rather Cole the cure

Them last lines was more honest than your whole career

Nigga, you a phony, only got few homies

I prefer lonely, you rap niggas don’t know me

Staying to myself, not concerned ‘bout my health

I’m a mothafucka and yo baby mother is a milf

Couple years ago they had a nigga sitting on the shelf

Now they tell me “man you like the realest shit I ever smelt”

They say “boy you got the belt, plus you better than so-and-so”

I keep it modest but inside I already know it though

Yea thanks my nigga, yea thanks my nigga

I deserve but nah this ain’t Tank my nigga

Leave the party like I just robbed a bank my nigga

Bag full of money, fuck yo debate my nigga

‘Cause two years ago and I ain’t make it, I was pissed

But you care a little less about a lisp when you rich, nigga

When you rich nigga


But that’s not what we came here for. We didn’t come here to brag; we didn’t come here to boast, to stunt. We just came here to flex. Ladies and gentlemen, I appreciate your patience. I assure you, it’ll be well worth the wait.

In the meantime, if I can get right back into it though.

Check it

[Verse 3]

How many Kanye beats do a nigga gotta murder

To prove my mind’s further, hater nigga convert her

Took kids to Carowinds which I’m sure you never heard of

‘Cause I didn’t tell the news or the Fayetteville Observer

I don’t do it for the press, I’m blessed, I made it out

Sitting on this plane, my biggest thing to complain about

Somewhere between yesterday and now

I done lost my jewelry, Rollies, chains, almost lost my cool

But see, I just left kids who ain’t got a fucking thing

‘Cept a lot of fucking problems and a lot of fucking pain

And here I go bitching ‘cause my Jesus piece missing

Got a feeling housekeeping finally caught a nigga slipping

Eyes wide open, they just found a pot of gold

Now lil’ Julio is somewhere shining on you hoes

But that’s how it goes, fuck it I’m still breathing

Like my lil’ nigga Jaheim, we here for a reason


That’s my lil’ man Jaheim. He said, “Cole, can you shout me out on a song?” I was like, “I don’t know man,” but in my mind I knew I would shout him out though, you know

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