Video musicale

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Music Director
1500 or Nothin'
Performer
Andrew Lippman
Andrew Lippman
Trombone
Chris Bautista
Chris Bautista
Trumpet
Dante Thomas
Dante Thomas
Alto Saxophone
Nate Jones
Nate Jones
Bass
Reginald Paul
Reginald Paul
Tenor Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer

Testi

There's a nigga right now somewhere He at the table with a bowl of Apple Jacks And he's reading the back of the cereal And in between eating the Apple Jacks he's writing some shit And he wants my spot I'mma find him though, I'mma sign him I don't want no problems Like we always do at this time, Cole blowin' your mind Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was designed Tā€”tā€”tā€”took my time, cā€”cā€”crept from behind And I opened up your blinds, rise and shine, Cole World Same nigga used to drive around with yo girl In my mama's Civic, now I'm out here tryna get it I ain't like you lame ass niggas, boy I spit it how I live it So when you see me in the streets, man I ain't gotta mimic 'Cause I ain't got an image to uphold, this real shit I ain't got a gimmick, I just flow, the niggas went nuts for The boy that set fire to the booth In a game full of liars, it turns out that I'm the truth Some say that rap's alive, it turns out that I'm the proof 'Cause the ones y'all thought would save the day can't even tie my boots The ones y'all thought could hang with me can't even tie my noose Let these words be my bullets, nigga, I don't rhyme, I shoot, bang! Before I wake, uh I pray to the Lord, uh, my soul to take, uh My soul to take, uh, my soul take, uh My soul to take Lord I been dreamin' bout the paper, get rich 'fore I see my life taper Hope my mama get to see Jamaica before she meet her maker I hoop was never good enough to ever be a Laker But these words I record got me ballin', Jordan More than a rapper, this a natural disaster Boy, I'm meaner than Katrina mixed with Gina, "Shut up, Cole!" This is for my niggas back home, homes, what up, bo? This is for the bitches that played me, what up, ho? Nah, I ain't mad, it's sad, you went from bad to real bad Two kids that don't even know their real dad Real sad, baby girl I wish you still had it Then maybe you could get a taste of livin' Villematic Is Cole still at it? Y'all be talkin' about the same shit That's how I feel about it, mama was a real addict That's why I don't respect that lyin' ass white shit you talkin' Cole's planning funerals, you might fit the coffin Before I wake, uh I pray to the Lord, uh, my soul to take, uh My soul to take, uh, my soul take, uh My soul to take, hey Uh Get on your job lil mane, this ain't Saturday We in two different lanes, you can't navigate We in two different games, you playin' patty cake Brother you're lame, you're Shane Battier You out of shape, my mind run a mile a minute The sky's the limit, I'm so high, I'm divin' in it My rides is tinted, my knob's gettin' slobbed up in it She hollerin' God, man you would've thought that God was in it But it's just a nigga God invented The best out, foolish pride'll make you not admit it But if this shit ain't fire nigga, why you noddin' with it? The hate in your blood can't stop your soul from vibin' with it Now you all conflicted cause my flows is wicked And my hoes is thicker and all of yours is pickin' me Cause they know a star when they see a star, nigga Ain't even got to fuck him to know he a raw nigga I got her in my bedroom, but cheer up, nigga You saved so many hoes, you a hero, nigga! Medal of honor, I'm feelin' on top like Pac When he slept with Madonna, hey, this is death before dishonor Get arrested and forget to tell my mama She got enough to stress about, my niggas gonna get me out Then we hit the club with the thugs and the liquors No criminal record but I'm makin' criminal records Isn't it ironic? Isn't it iconic? Jacket so expensive you wouldn't even try on it But it fit me perfect, I purchase it if I want it The city on my shoulder, so no girl, you can't cry on it When you make a list of the greatest aye, am I on it? Maybe not yet but bitch I got the clock set It goes tick-tock, game on lock Sun gon' shine but the rain won't stop, oh no If I should die before I wake I pray to the Lord my soul to take My soul to take, my soul to take
Writer(s): Jermaine L. Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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