We Found Love – Rihanna Leak Lyrics
Yellow diamonds in the light
And we’re standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It’s the way I’m feeling I just can’t deny
But I’ve gotta let it go
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
Shine a light through an open door
Love and life I will divide
Turn away cause I need you more
Feel the heartbeat in my mind
It’s the way I’m feeling I just can’t deny
But I’ve gotta let it go
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
Categories: Lyrics Tags: leak, Lyrics, Rihanna, We Found Love
Breakdown Lyrics – J Cole
[Verse 1: j. cole]
Look, I just she’d tears homie and now I ain’t to proud to admit it
Just seen my father for the first time in a minute
And when I say a minute I mean years man
Damn, a whale could have swam in them tears fam
Cause as I left him I reflected on my younger days
When it was just me and my brother and my mother played
Father, cause no other man bothered
Not even my biological, it never seemed logical
But I accepted it cause I ain’t know no better
Thought I was brighter than a polo sweater
No pops was like martin with no coretta
So many things you could have told me
And saved me the trouble or lettin’ my mistakes show me
I feel like you barely know me
And that’s a shame cause our last name is the same
That blood type flowin’ through our veins is the same
My mama left you and it may be that anger’s to blame
But that’s no excuse, only you and god know the truth
And why you only gone monthly, barely ever saw me
Spend some summer’s with you and played with my cousin maury
Maybe I should be tellin’ you fuck you cause you selfish
But I want a father so bad, I can’t help it
Look, I just she’d tears homie and now I ain’t to proud to admit it
Just seen my father for the first time in a minute
And when I say a minute I mean years man
Damn, a whale could have swam in them tears fam
Cause as I left him I reflected on my younger days
When it was just me and my brother and my mother played
Father, cause no other man bothered
Not even my biological, it never seemed logical
But I accepted it cause I ain’t know no better
Thought I was brighter than a polo sweater
No pops was like martin with no coretta
So many things you could have told me
And saved me the trouble or lettin’ my mistakes show me
I feel like you barely know me
And that’s a shame cause our last name is the same
That blood type flowin’ through our veins is the same
My mama left you and it may be that anger’s to blame
But that’s no excuse, only you and god know the truth
And why you only gone monthly, barely ever saw me
Spend some summer’s with you and played with my cousin maury
Maybe I should be tellin’ you fuck you cause you selfish
But I want a father so bad, I can’t help it
I break down, I break down
Can’t help but break down
[Verse 2: j. cole]
I never thought I’d see my mama on that shit man
It’s fuckin’ with her body, now she sit down
I wanted a big house with a white picket fence and a pool
Who would have ever thought that it would come to this, man?
Quicksand is what this life feel like
That shit these rappers kick is nothin’ like real life
You made a milli off of servin’ hard white? yeah right
My mama tell you what sticking to that pipe feel like
Stupid niggas, ain’t heard of coppers shootin’ niggas?
I swear to god, wish I could bullet proof my niggas
Can’t get no jobs, but they still recruitin’ niggas
We tryna stand tall when it gets to crucial niggas
Break down! we break down…
[Verse 3: j. cole]
Servin’ time, lie down
And she don’t want nobody to know, it started 25 pounds
By the time he get out, she gonna be 4
Now will his girl stay down?
Ain’t no doubt, yeah she love him fo sho
But temptation stays round
And if she strayed, how could he ever know?
And so, she goes to the club on the weekend
A little freakin’, but them niggas holla
But she never speakin’, but tonight I see the devil creepin’
Cause she been lonely, she ain’t felt a man in 7 seasons
Damn! she do the best that she can
Her mama tellin’ her to find another man
She college educated with a felon boyfriend
That’s what she thinkin’ tonight
Maybe she’s right, but please
Stay down mama! gotta be strong, don’t break down mama!
Please…
Categories: Lyrics Tags: Breakdown, Cole World, J Cole, Lyrics
God’s Gift Lyrics – J Cole
Would you miss me?
I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m going
Is you coming with me? Up, up and away…
Hey, do you trust me?
If I was on my last dollar
Dead poor, assed out, would you love me?
Then it must be…
I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m going
Is you coming with me? Up, up and away…
Hey, do you trust me?
If I was on my last dollar
Dead poor, assed out, would you love me?
Then it must be…
Up up and away…
Would you trust me…
Would you love me…
Because it might be…
Worldwide stunner
Old man, I’mma
Reign on the game, make it storm and thunder
Grab an umbrella bitch, and go stand under
And huddle up, It’s gonna be a cold (cole) ass summer
You niggas so last summer
On to the new, on on to the new shit
Jigga wouldn’t even take my CD when he seen me
Two years later bitch we made it on, on to the Blueprint
Now how’s that for persistence
Cole World coming, call back up assistance
Same broads, used to hang up on my walls
Now they come up out their drawers
How’s that for a mistress
Real gifted, heaven sent.?
?
Now I know I?, but I still wanna ball
Put money over bitches but we still underdogs
Old man, I’mma
Reign on the game, make it storm and thunder
Grab an umbrella bitch, and go stand under
And huddle up, It’s gonna be a cold (cole) ass summer
You niggas so last summer
On to the new, on on to the new shit
Jigga wouldn’t even take my CD when he seen me
Two years later bitch we made it on, on to the Blueprint
Now how’s that for persistence
Cole World coming, call back up assistance
Same broads, used to hang up on my walls
Now they come up out their drawers
How’s that for a mistress
Real gifted, heaven sent.?
?
Now I know I?, but I still wanna ball
Put money over bitches but we still underdogs
Would you miss me?
I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m going
Is you coming with me? Up, up and away…
Hey, do you trust me?
If I was on my last dollar
Dead poor, assed out, would you love me?
Then it must be…
God’s Gift
Categories: Lyrics Tags: Cole World, God’s Gift, J Cole, Lyrics
Rise and Shine Lyrics – J Cole
[Intro: jay-z]
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 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
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 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
[Verse 1: j. cole]
Like we always do at this time, cole blowin’ your mind
Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was assigned
Took my time, 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 our 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 got a mimic
Cause I ain’t got an image to uphold, this real shit
I ain’t got a gimmick I just flow and 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 raps alive, it turns out that I’m the proof
Cuz 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!
[Hook - j cole]
Where the fuck I went?
I pray to the lord, my soul to take
[Verse 2: j. cole]
Lord I been dreamin’ bout the paper, get rich fore I see my life caper
Hope my mama get to see jamaica before she meet her maker
Our 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, waddup bro?
This is for the bitches that played me, waddup ho?
I ain’t mad, it’s sad, you went from bad to real bad
2 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
It’s called stillmatic: you 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 plannin’ funerals, you might fit the coffin
Lord I been dreamin’ bout the paper, get rich fore I see my life caper
Hope my mama get to see jamaica before she meet her maker
Our 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, waddup bro?
This is for the bitches that played me, waddup ho?
I ain’t mad, it’s sad, you went from bad to real bad
2 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
It’s called stillmatic: you 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 plannin’ funerals, you might fit the coffin
[Hook]
[Verse 3: j. cole]
Get on your job lil mane, this ain’t saturday!
We in two different lanes, you can’t navigate
We in wto 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
Word, this shit ain’t vibe 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!
Categories: Lyrics Tags: J Cole, Lyrics, Rise And Shine
Never Told Lyrics – J Cole
Yeah, Wasup girl ?
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Uh, Angel eyes, long hair, I see you cryin’, what’s wrong there
“He did what? He fucked who?”, we know the story, what’s new?
See I could probably rush you, tell you that he should have loved you
Take advantage, fuck you, tell you I’ll do all the shit he wouldn’t do
But the truth is, we all the same, on different teams, but it’s all a game
The objective, tryna to score, you gotta wife, you find a whore
You fuck her fast, she find her drawers, pull up her pants, you find the
door
You drive her home, she mop you off, you bust again, and drop her off
Then repeat like an episode, why we cheat? I’ll never know
Is it cause we rap ? Heaven’s no, lotta niggas rap though, never blow
A heterosexual, girl you fine, from head to toe
Could it be cause my father let me know
That he cheated, and somehow I never told
I never told
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Ok, that’s what it is, I see the game
The hoes come, the season’s change
The hoes go, we rearrange
Fuck up her life, she’ll never be the same
The old G’s that beat the game, forever young, Peter Pan
35, still playin’, child support, still payin’
Jugglin’, bill payin’, been runnin’ round, field dayin’
Wine and dine, meal payin’, with hopes that she’ll land
The bed and, get wet then, give head then
You bet man, the same girl who said we just met man
Game colder than the fuckin’ dead man
One night stands, no best man, no bridesmaids, or Reverends
Cause Wolverine’s depressin’, don’t wanna be your ex man
Cause cupid aims and throw the darts
There go the sparks and broken hearts
Who wanna build Noah’s Ark just to have that shit torn apart?
Categories: Lyrics Tags: Cole World, J Cole, Lyrics, Never Told
Nobody’s Perfect Lyrics- J Cole & Missy Elliot
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
This is for all the fans that waited
The bitch niggas that hated
Old hoes we dated
Look mama, we made it
Your son out in Barbados
Cheese eggs and potatoes
Smoking weed on the beach
As my mind working like Play Dough
Analyzing the world
Fantasizing about girls
I’m handed diamonds and pearls
And vandalizing her pearls
Sweating her weave out
Moans as she breathes out
Fuck I’m doing in parties with Hov and Steve Stout
I step over pirhannas
Death over dishonor
They killin niggas for J’s
That’s death over designer
Cole heating up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over Dawana
Now a nigga only 15 is stressed over Rihannas
I’m talking tens or better bitches in Timbs and sweaters
And we always argue about the same thing
Tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing?
[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
Nobody’s perfect, nobody’s perfect eh
But you’re perfect for me
Rolling, we riding
He like to go inside and
I love to go all night and
We rock the boat: Poseidon
I love to call your name, name, name
Baby I love to call your name, name, name
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Oh yeah, my college girl
Get off and come home soon
I graduated way too long ago
To be sneaking all in your dorm room, but
This ain’t tight like Fort Knox, so
I call you when the tour stops
But, baby with your roommates..
Could you make sure the door’s locked?
She love it when we get together
Smoke a little weed but the shit together
Now that I’m on, I can pick and choose
Only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose
Yeah, heard stories about different dudes
Her man on campus but it’s fine by me..
Say she only fucked like 4-5 niggas
So you know you gotta multiply by 3
Categories: Lyrics Tags: Cole World, J Cole, Lyrics, Missy Elliot, Nobody’s Perfect
Lost Ones Lyrics -J Cole
[Verse 1]
Baby girl, I can’t imagine what it’s like for you
I got you pregnant now inside there is a life in you
I know you wonderin’ if this gon make me think bout wifing you
Like if you had my first child would I spend my whole life with you
Now I aint tryna pick a fight with you, I’m tryna talk
Now I aint tryna spend the night with you
I’m kinda lost see
I’ve been giving it some thought lately and frankly
I’m feelin’ like we aint ready and it’s… hold up now
Let me finish
Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself
How we gon raise a kid by ourself?
Handle biz by ourself
A nigga barely over 20, where the hell we gon live?
Where am I gon get that money
I refuse to bring my boy or my girl in this world
When I aint got shit to give ‘em
And I’m not with them niggas who be knocking girls up and skate out
Girl, you gotta think bout how the options weigh out
Whats the way out?
[Chorus]
And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
I cry sometimes about it
And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect
then we could make it work but I doubt it
And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
I cry sometimes about it
And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect
then we could make it work but I doubt it
[Verse 2]
She said nigga you got nerve
To come up to me talkin’ bout abortion
This my body nigga so don’t think you finna force shit
See I knew that this is how you act, so typical
Said you love me, oh, but now you flipping like reciprocals
It figures though, should’ve known that you was just another nigga
No different from them other niggas
Who be claiming that they love you just to get up in them draws
Knowing all the right things to say
I let you hit it raw mothafucker
Now I’m pregnant you don’t wanna get involved muthafucker
Tryna take away a life, is you God mothafucker?
I don’t think so
This a new life up in my stomach
Regardless if I’m your wife
This new life here I’mma love it
I’m aint budging, I’ll do this by my muthafucking self
See my momma raised me without no muthafucking help from a man
But I still don’t understand how you could say that
Did you forget all those conversations that we had way back
Bout your father and you told me that you hate nigga
Talkin’ bout he a coward and you so glad that you aint that nigga
Cause he left your mamma when she had you and he aint shit
Here you go doin’ the same shit
You aint shit nigga!
[Chorus]
And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
I cry sometimes about it
And boy that shit hurt
And aint nobody perfect, still we can make it work but you doubt it
Now, I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
I cry sometimes about it
And boy that shit hurt
And aint nobody perfect, still we can make it work but you doubt it
[Verse 3]
They say everything happens for a reason
And people change like the seasons
They grow apart she wanted him to show his heart and say he loved her
He spoke the magic words and on the same day he fucked her
Now she wide open
She put a ring up on his finger if she could
But he loved her cause the pussy good
But she aint no wife though
Uh oh, she tellin’ him she missed her period like typo’s
He panicking, froze up like a mannikin
A life grows inside her now he asking “is it even mine”
What if this bitch aint even pregnant dawg
Could she be lying?
She crying crying cause he acting distant
Like ever since I told you this nigga you acting different
And all his niggas saying man these hoes be trapping niggas
Playing with niggas emotions like they some action figures
Swear they get pregnant for collateral
it’s like extortion, man if that bitch really pregnant
Tell her get an abortion
Uh, but what about your seed nigga?
(What about your seed nigga?)
And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
I cry sometimes about it
And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
I cry sometimes about it
Categories: Lyrics Tags: Cole World, J Cole, Lost Ones, Lyrics
Mr. Nice Watch Lyrics J Cole & Jay-Z
Yeah everybody got a bad sideDrop, let me see that shitWhat you say Cole ain’t hot? What!Where you read that shit?You believe that shit?All cause some lame nigga tweet that shitHave you seen my shows, have you seen my hoes?If I wasn’t hot would they be so thick?Guess not, got the game in a headlockI’m blasting at, I’m laughing at you old niggas, Redd FoxxDon’t mind me boy, I’m red hotUmm nigga, they not,I’m over here, I’m over thereI’m everywhere they not(I said)You’ll never play me, nice tryBallin’ in the night spotNo more Mr Nice guy, hello Mr Nice watchYou don’t want no problems, put yourself in a tight spot soYou can look but don’t touchI’ll stay on my toes like them White Sox
[Hook]Cause it cost me a lotMy chain and my watchThey say time is money, but really it’s notIf we ever go broke girl, than time is all we gotAnd you can’t make that back, no you can make that back soLets ball while we hereLets ball while we hereLike ain’t no tomorrow, like ain’t no next yearDrink away all our problems, make it rain with no careLike I’ll make that back, fuck it I’ll make that backGo
Nice watchNice watch (I know)Nice watchNo more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch
Stack on black, I ain’t never been a high rollerNow its racks on racksNever thought that I would ride RoverBut I’m back on track, add to the fact that I never really drive soberCole World but I’m hot as shitDo that mean that I’m Bi-polar?Young black and gifted, I rap like it’s Christmas eveCoach wouldn’t let him off the bench, no wonder why they quit the teamBut, I’m cut from a different sleeveCole World so the wrist’ll freezeHurry up with your pictures pleaseI gotta make history
[Hook]It cost me a lot, my chain and my watchThey say time is money, but really it’s notIf we ever go broke girl, than time is all we gotAnd you can’t make that back, no you can’t make that back soLets ball while we hereLets ball while we hereLike ain’t no tomorrow, like ain’t no next yearDrink away all our problems, make it rain with no careLike I’ll make that back, fuck it I’ll make that backGo
Nice watchNice watch (I know)Nice watchNo more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch
[Jay-Z]I got a Hublot I call it TebowI strap that bitch with a Gator bandY’all niggas ball half time ya’ll niggas like the gator bandY’all niggas need a timeout, who got these niggas all wind upCocksucka I’m 7.30, y’all know where you’ll niggas gon wind upNo more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice WatchOnly but a matter of time ‘fore I hit ya’ll niggas with the nice shotY’all niggas, better not call the lawGet no blood on my AudemarMeaning ya’ll better not waste my timeWhen y’all ready I’ll take you all to warMeanwhile I’m just chopping off doorsPut the front on the back cause I’m back and forthPut the front on the back of the ‘bach like a bossSo I fronting on niggas when I’m backing offUh, what up Cole, show timeLet these niggas knowAdjust ya Roley’s on these muthafucking hoesWhenever you ready, go!
[Hook]
Categories: Lyrics Tags: J Cole, Jay Z, Lyrics, Mr. Nice Watch
Sideline Story Lyrics – J Cole
[Verse 1: j. cole]
I put my heart and soul in this game, I’m feelin’ drained
Unappreciated, unalleviated
Tired of comin’ up short, fuck abbreviated
Want my whole name spelled out, my whole fame felt out
No pain, no gain, I blow brains, cobain
Throw flames, liu kang, the coach ain’t help out, so I call my own shots
I’m david blaine, I’m breakin’ out of my own box, you stay the same
But homie if you change, man you change for the better
Back when martin king had a thing for coretta
One year she seen all the dreams he was dreamin’
Did she have a clue of all the schemes he was schemin’
Still loved her just enough to put up with the cheatin’
Must go by and only see him for a weekend
I say a prayer, hope my girl ain’t leavin’
We all got angels, we all got demons
As you fall through the club
Bad bitches down to do all the above
Money comes fast so bein’ hungry don’t last
Look in the mirror you saw who you was
Cole world, it couldn’t be more clearer
The time is now, couldn’t be more herer
My reign gonna last like 3-4 eras
Say hello to the real, I can be your hero
I put my heart and soul in this game, I’m feelin’ drained
Unappreciated, unalleviated
Tired of comin’ up short, fuck abbreviated
Want my whole name spelled out, my whole fame felt out
No pain, no gain, I blow brains, cobain
Throw flames, liu kang, the coach ain’t help out, so I call my own shots
I’m david blaine, I’m breakin’ out of my own box, you stay the same
But homie if you change, man you change for the better
Back when martin king had a thing for coretta
One year she seen all the dreams he was dreamin’
Did she have a clue of all the schemes he was schemin’
Still loved her just enough to put up with the cheatin’
Must go by and only see him for a weekend
I say a prayer, hope my girl ain’t leavin’
We all got angels, we all got demons
As you fall through the club
Bad bitches down to do all the above
Money comes fast so bein’ hungry don’t last
Look in the mirror you saw who you was
Cole world, it couldn’t be more clearer
The time is now, couldn’t be more herer
My reign gonna last like 3-4 eras
Say hello to the real, I can be your hero
[Hook]
Hey, I’mma put us all on the map
Gone and I ain’t lookin’ back
I knew they gone feel it like they tank on e
I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me
Cause ain’t nobody tell me why their ain’t gonna be no more
Thinking I’mma fall? don’t be so sure
I wish somebody made guidelines
On how to get up off the sidelines
[Verse 2: j. cole]
Up in 1st class, laugh even though it’s not funny
See a white man wonder how the fuck I got money
While he sit and coach, hate to see me walk past em
Young black pants sag, headphones blastin’
Know what he askin’, “how did he manage?”
“with all the cards against him, he used them to his advantage!”
Slang we be speakin’ probably soundin’ like spanish
Then I fuck they heads up when a nigga show manners
Some new york niggas thought it was funny callin’ us bamma
Laughin’ at the grammer cause they didn’t understand us
Must’ve thought they slow, but little do they know
I came up in here to take advantage of that shit you take for granted
Opportunity that I would kill for
Lookin’ at rappers like “what the fuck you got a deal for!”
When I was assed out with my funds low
It’s nice to know I had the whole world at my front door
Up in 1st class, laugh even though it’s not funny
See a white man wonder how the fuck I got money
While he sit and coach, hate to see me walk past em
Young black pants sag, headphones blastin’
Know what he askin’, “how did he manage?”
“with all the cards against him, he used them to his advantage!”
Slang we be speakin’ probably soundin’ like spanish
Then I fuck they heads up when a nigga show manners
Some new york niggas thought it was funny callin’ us bamma
Laughin’ at the grammer cause they didn’t understand us
Must’ve thought they slow, but little do they know
I came up in here to take advantage of that shit you take for granted
Opportunity that I would kill for
Lookin’ at rappers like “what the fuck you got a deal for!”
When I was assed out with my funds low
It’s nice to know I had the whole world at my front door
[Hook]
[Verse 3: j. cole]
I made it to the roc, even though they tried to box me out
I got the key to the game, they tried to lock me out
But what they don’t understand is this is all plan
It’s a bigger picture and you can’t photoshop me out
Some nigga ask me why jay never shout me out
Like I’m supposed to give a fuck
Don’t you know that I be out in france
Where the fans throw they hands like pepe el
Not cause my looks, cause my hooks could knock rocky out
And my lines is designed from the heart
Young simba been a lion from the start
Dumb nigga’s, ya’ll been lyin from the start
My life’s like a move, truly
And these niggas is dyin for the part
But, you’ll never play me like lebron vs. jordan
Twenty years, wonder who they gone say was more importan’
Both changed the game, came through and made a lane
Who’s to say that who’s greater, all we know, they ain’t the same
[Hook]
Categories: Lyrics Tags: J Cole, Lyrics, Sideline Story
Dollar and a Dream III Lyrics – J Cole
yeah, hey, cole world
[hook]
i gotta dollar and a dream
that’s all a nigga got
so if it’s bout that cream
then i’m all up in the spot
i got a dollar and a dream
just a dollar and a dream
[verse 1: j. cole]
walk with a nigga, i give you my pain
so much on my mind i wonder how it fit in my brain
scattered thoughts, dark secrets lead me to a blacker heart
life can’t get any worse, stevie with his glasses off
cause i still don’t see hope, lookin’ for a quick fix
when everyone i see is broke, get lost in weed smoke
knowing it make it worse, thoughts roam uncontrollably
barely trustin’ niggas, over a decade they been knowin’ me
shit, life at the bottom, nobody but god got em’
they say he wouldn’t leave me but i’m fallin’ like it’s autumn
tell me, what do you do just when you’re on your last dollar
and the stress and that mess you in can make your ass holla?
do you fold? grow bitter and grow cold?
no longer fightin’ now the only thing you grows old
or do you flip that fuckin’ dollar to a dream?
whether a scholar or a fiend, watch a pawn become a king
cole !
young nigga with his jeans low
nice guy just got a mean flow
never seen rich but he’s seen po’
mr dolla and a dream in case yeeain’t know
[hook]
that’s all a nigga got
so if it’s bout that cream
then im all up in the spot
i got a dollar and a dream
just a dollar and a dream
[verse 2: j. cole]
yeah, armed and ready, you niggas strung out, you spaghetti
ya paper, confetti, small time, ya’ll on one, i’m on mine
you logged off cause i’m online, small talk from small minds
i wanna buy the mall but there ain’t shit in this small town
this where i get my dough
my niggas make sure the money right and then i rip the show
i run the town they tried to call me underground
i spun around like, you wish
homie my backpack louis, now watch just how i do this
i got the nerds rappin’ hard shit, dummies rappin’ smart shit
mozart meets humphrey bogart with this from the heart shit
play your part, life is but a dream for me
i get a flash of nightmares where niggas scheme on me
its hard to see my enemies, who infiltrated my team?
i take a step back and notice that things ain’t what they seem
that’s when a nigga refocus, yeah i turn on them high beams
i got that red dot waitin’, i’m wastin’ your whole regime
i wish a nigga would, boy you can’t out-smart me
i let you feel like you the shit, but boy you can’t out-fart me
ya never, have it, i know you want what i got
but nigga you ain’t me, but you are what i’m not
and that’s a phony ass, lonely ass, cole is what you know me as
but we far from homies, if you know my mama, you know me
if ya don’t then well i’m sorry, you should get to know kay
man she been workin’ too hard, i should send her a bouquet
my goal this year is a real one, gonna stack a million
and as soon as i do, mama that 9 to 5 is through
and i know i ain’t been callin’, but i’m thinkin’ bout you
and all the shit that you been through
my girl and then my brother too
cause this life gets hard on this road, yeah it’s true
i don’t never tell you how much i be stressin’, but i do
but i suck it up for who? for my fans, and my mans
who probably never ever had this type of lifestyle in they plans
hoppin’ in and out of vans, on the buses, on the planes
gettin’ brain from a bitch and thinkin’ ‘god damn whats her name?’
sometimes i just shake my head and tell myself this is a shame
and then my other side kick in like ‘bitch don’t be so fuckin’ lame’
dang, what a life, another day, another night
at times this shit is all blurry, pray and hope that god heard me
just for those praying for me, man i know that y’all worry
but i ain’t never failed and you can bet i never will
cole !
young nigga with his jeans low
nice guy just got a mean flow
never seen rich but he’s seen po’
mr dolla and a dream in case yeeain’t know
[hook]
hey
cause nigga that’s life, and trust me i’m livin’
look what a nigga done made out the shit that i was given
look what a nigga made out
look what a nigga made out
got a dollar and a dream
three
Categories: Lyrics Tags: Dollar And A Dream III, J Cole, Lyrics
