Music Video

January 28th
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Keyboards
Kaye Fox
Kaye Fox
Vocals
David Linaburg
David Linaburg
Guitar
Nate Jones
Nate Jones
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yumi Arai
Yumi Arai
Songwriter
Kunihiko Murai
Kunihiko Murai
Songwriter
Andre "Dre Charles" Thomas
Andre "Dre Charles" Thomas
Songwriter
Jermaine Cole
Jermaine Cole
Songwriter
Nick Paradise
Nick Paradise
Songwriter
Timothy "Nick Paradise" Thomas
Timothy "Nick Paradise" Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Cimino
Jeremy Cimino
Assistant Engineer
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Dre Thomas
Dre Thomas
Producer
Jack Mason
Jack Mason
Assistant Engineer
Nick Paradise
Nick Paradise
Producer

Lyrics

Rap tune Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune? Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune? I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune Yeah, look The real is back, the ville is back Flow bananas, here, peel this back And what you'll find is, your highness Can paint a picture that's vivid enough to cure blindness Carolina's finest, you knew that already In terms of the greatest, I proved that already And if you would like, I do it twice I just sharpen my blade, for a minute became lost in my ways This for my niggas that was tossed in the graves Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts And then get lost in the days We used to play before your coffin was made Just got the call nigga got caught with a stray Hope he's okay Just got paid what Cochran got paid to free OJ Just to share my life on the stage in front of strangers Who know a nigga far too well, and that's the danger Know me better than I know myself I rip a page out my notebook in anger And let these thoughts linger, singing Don't give 'em too much you (don't give 'em too much you) Don't let 'em take control (don't let 'em take control) It's one thing you do (it's one thing you do) Don't let 'em taint your soul (don't let 'em taint your soul) If you believe in God (if you believe in God) One thing's for sure (one thing's for sure) If you ain't aim too high (if you ain't aim too high) Then you aim too low (then you aim too low) What's the price for a black man life? I check the toe tag, not one zero in sight I turn the TV on, not one hero in sight Unless he dribble or he fiddle with mics Look out the window 'cause tonight the city lit up With lights, cameras and action May no man alive come through and damage my faction I brought you niggas with me 'Cause I love you like my brothers And your mothers' like my mother Think we need a plan of action The bigger we get the more likely egos collide, it's just physics Please let's put our egos aside, you my niggas And should our worst tendencies turn us into enemies I hope that we remember these Nights full of Hennessey When Hov around we switch up to that D'usse Gotta show respect, one day we tryna stay where you stay 'Cause we from where you from Not talkin' bout the slums I'm talkin' 'bout that mind state That keep a black nigga dumb Keep a black nigga dyin' by a black nigga gun And keep on listening to the frontin' ass rap niggas son Yeah I said, son This is New York's finest For 11 winters straight I took on New York's climate Like show me New York's ladder I climb it and set the bar so high that you Gotta get Obama to force the air force to find it Never mind it, you'll never reach that Cole is the hypnotist, control the game whenever he snap That's every track, nigga Don't give 'em too much you (Don't give 'em too much you) Don't let 'em take control (Don't let 'em take control) It's one thing you do (It's one thing you do) Don't let 'em taint your soul (Don't let 'em taint your soul) If you believe in God (If you believe in God) One thing's for sure (One thing's for sure) If you ain't aim too high (If you ain't aim too high) Then you aim too low (Then you aim too low) I ain't serve no pies, I ain't slang no dope I don't bring no lies, niggas sang my quotes I don't play no games, boy I ain't no joke Like the great Rakim, when I make my notes You niggas might be L or you might be Kane Or you might be Slick Rick with 19 chains Or you might be Drizzy Drake or Kendrick Lamar But check your birth date nigga, you ain't the God Nah, you ain't the God Nigga, Cole the God (Cole the God, Cole the God) January 28th Make a million dollars off a rap tune Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune? I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune I wanna make a million dollars off a rap tune I'm gonna make a million dollars off a rap tune
Writer(s): Timothy Fuller Thomas, Andre Thomas, Jermaine L. Cole, Mayumi Arai, Kanihiko Maurai Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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