J. Cole 2013 ‘Born Sinner’ Deluxe Album, Cover Art, Tracklist, Lyrics, Listen

J. Cole 2013 ‘Born Sinner’ Deluxe Album, Cover Art, Tracklist, Lyrics, Listen  

Tracklist

Villuminati

Kerney Sermon (Skit)

Land Of The Snakes

Power Trip

Mo Money (Interlude)

Trouble

Runaway

She Knows

Rich Niggaz

Where's Jermaine? (Skit)

Forbidden Fruit

Chaining Day

Ain't That Some Shit (Interlude)

Crooked Smile

Let Nas Down

Born Sinner

Miss America[Deluxe Edition Bonus Track]

New York Times[Deluxe Edition Bonus Track]

Is She Gon Pop[Deluxe Edition Bonus Track]

Niggaz Know[Deluxe Edition Bonus Track]

Sparks Will Fly[Deluxe Edition Bonus Track]

Lyrics to all the songs

Villuminati Lyrics – J. Cole

 [Intro]

It's way darker this time

[Hook]

Sometimes I brag like Hov

(Born sinner)

Sometimes I brag like Hov

(Born sinner)

Sometimes I brag like Hov

(Born sinner)

Sometimes I brag like Hov

(Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight

Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade)

[Verse 1]

Sometimes I brag like Hov', sometimes I'm real like Pac

Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got

Sometimes I focus on the dough, look at these bills I got

This is a message for some rappers tryna steal my spot

You niggas famous on the internet, I'm real life hot

Homie, get your weight up, fake niggas get sprayed up

My verbal AK slay faggots and I don't mean no disrespect

Whenever I say faggot, okay faggot? huh, don't be so sensitive

If you want to get fucked in the ass

That's between you and whoever else's dick it is, pause

Maybe that line was too far

Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are

And who can blame ya? Boy Meets World

I'm trying to find a new Topanga

And bang her out, no hangin' out

My pop's was club hopping back when Rick James was out

And all I get is Trinidad James, wait a minute that's strange

Sip a bit of champagne, say "fuck"

If the hoes like it, I love it nigga nigga nigga

Used to watch Rap City Big Tigga Tigga

Rap nerd even copped Rah Digga Digga

Pac had a nigga saying "Fuck Jigga, fuck Biggie"

I was only like eleven so forgive me

A decade later I be all up in the city

Tryna get Hov to fuck with me

With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand

When he said he didn't want it, it was "Fuck him again"

One day, he gon' regret playing me

Little did I know, in a year he'd be fucking paying me

What can you say to me, I beat the odds like Vegas

I use to rap about haters before niggas was hating me

Now they hate to see a young black man with a college degree

Fucking all these little models for free, pardon me

[Hook]

Sometimes I brag like Hov

(Born sinner)

Sometimes I brag like Hov

(Born sinner)

Sometimes I brag like Hov

(Born sinner)

Sometimes I brag like Hov

Got game back

I ain't ever letting go

[Verse 2]

I'm prince of the city, I studied Machiavelli

You niggas couldn't blow with C4 strapped to your belly

I snuck up out the parks where niggas be living heartless

And cannot tell the difference between Iraqi, Israeli

So I'm on the really, what could you actually tell me?

I'm tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully

So, back with this pen to give back for my sins

Took a black president to tell the Japanese "Sorry"

But who the fuck gon' tell my niggas "sorry"?

Never seen his pops cause he's sorry

Fuck the education, would ask for reparations

But I'm probably just gonna buy Ferraris (Vroom)

Please forgive him

According to the preacher man he needs Jesus in him

But the Devil run the TV so the demons in him, I'm in trouble

Did a deal with the Devil but now I'm pleading with him

Like give me my soul

[Bridge]

My nigga

I ain't ever letting you go again

I ain't ever letting go

I ain't ever letting you go again

Please give me my soul

I ain't ever letting go

I ain't ever letting you go again

Please give me my soul

I ain't ever letting go

But the Devil don't play fair

I'm bout to go and join the Illuminati

Fuck everybody

I'm bout to go and join the Illuminati

Fuck everybody

I'm bout to go and join the Illuminati

Fuck everybody

I'm bout to go and join the Illuminati

[Verse 3]

These next three bars is dedicated to the retards

Keep on asking me about the Illuminati

Is you stupid nigga? Young black millionaire

Old white billionaires, I'm sure that they could do without me

And I ain't really into sacrificing human bodies

Couple more A's I would have been a summa cuma lade

Beyonce told me that she want to cop the new Bugatti

That shit is more than what I'm worth, I think she knew it probably

Well this is awkward (awkward),

Want to know what else is really awkward (awkward)?

When niggas buy rings for bitches that have flings

When I'm praying I don't see them at the Oscars

Re-adjusted my target audience, cause it's obvious

I've gone astray, losing my way

Like Timberlake produced by Timberland

On that goddamn Futuresex Lovesounds

What's playing in my mind? Just the sound of my whole career

Crashing burning, the thing that I mostly fear

Was on track for the first two years

Until I let the Devil steer, now what have we here?

Now I got to mask my tears, but I

[Bridge]

I ain't ever letting go

I ain't ever letting you go again

I ain't ever letting go

I ain't ever letting you go again

I ain't ever letting go

I ain't ever letting you go again

I ain't ever letting go

I ain't ever letting you go again

[Outro (x2)]

Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole

My nigga

(Born sinner)

Sometimes I brag like Hov

Kerney Sermon (Skit) Lyrics – J. Cole

[Kerney Thomas]

I'm just thankful 18 years of suffering gone just like that

You been suffering 18 years yourself

You been going through pure hell but it can be over just like that

This is pastor Kerney Thomas and I literally have tens of thousands across the country

That were hurting for God to heal them

And God could work a miracle for them

All you gotta do is either log on to our website

Or you can dial the toll-free number

For the Personal Prayer Package

I want you quickly, to place that order right now

For the Personal Prayer Package

Pick up the telephone right now

I said pick up the phone right now

You're past due a miracle

Land Of The Snakes Lyrics – J. Cole

 [Verse 1]

This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with

Lord, know some hoes from the past like

"Damn Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich"

Well, should've asked

It's funny how these niggas on some real "Be cool with me" shit

I bagged two bitches like it's two of me bitch

This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with

Finally got my own bedroom in this bitch

No more sleeping in my brother's room

Like man I might as well be sleeping in my mother's room

Cause how I'm supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here?

Plus she gon' find out I been rocking all this old gear

This is flow here, this is no fair

This is so pure, this is so clear

This is one breath, this is no air

Ain't no wedding and I do the most here

I'm the President you the co-chair

You the player, yeah, I'm the coach here

Nigga I coast here

That's why they got me set up on this West Coast here

Avoiding the snakes, AK's, and coke yeah

Get my dick wet but I never let it soak there

Man I been thinkin' bout movin' out

What? Country boy in the city in New York nine years

Ran that shit like Diddy

Riding through South Side Queens like Fiddy

[Hook]

Nothing's impossible

And all you lame niggas show me what not to do

I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight

She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you"

I told her, "Aw baby don't stop! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!"

She said, "You 'bout to miss church" while she riding me

I like my Sundays with a cherry on top

Make that ass drop

Make that ass drop

Make that ass drop

Make that ass drop

[Verse 2]

Now if you only had one wish is it devious?

Cause you already know who your genie is

Can't get a cover now your mag on my penis

Like damn he turned out to be a genius

Damn real shit nigga no Pixar

You niggas soft like Meagan Good's lips are

My kicks hard, my whip hard

I came out the womb with my dick hard

Back when I was playing Stomp the Yard

It be a bunch of niggas up on campus talking hard

Don't get exposed to these hoes, boy, knock it off

I seen your mama in a Benz when she dropped you off

Damn now who more thorough than me?

I paint a picture of my pain for the world to see

Could paint a picture of the game but my girl would see

Gotta ask myself, "What mean the world to me?"

[Hook]

Nothing's impossible

And all you lame niggas show me what not to do

I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight

She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you"

I told her, "Aw baby don't stop! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!"

She said, "You 'bout to miss church" while she riding me

I like my Sundays with a cherry on top

Make that ass drop

Make that ass drop

Make that ass drop

Make that ass drop

[Verse 3]

This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with

A little Fayettenam nigga out in Beverly Hills

That's when I ran into this chick I went to college with

Yeah back when a nigga was on scholarship

Was in a rush but I still stopped to holla, shit

That's the least I owed her cause see I tried to hit

On the first night, nah I ain't proud of it

I boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of it

And I never called back, how thoughtfuless

Now I'm standing in the streets tryna politic with her

In her mind she calling me a misogynist nigga

On some Bobby Brown shit my prerogative nigga is to hit and never commit

Now realizing when I hit she never forgets

So every time I ignore the telephone call

Saying I'll hit her back knowing I'm never gon' call

She was hurting, now she staring dead in my face, she was smirking

Like, "Yeah I remember and nah you ain't worth shit, nigga

You ain't worth shit, nigga"

 This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with

Power Trip Lyrics – J. Cole feat. Miguel

 [Hook 1: J. Cole]

Got me up all night, all I'm singin' is love songs

She got me up all night, constant drinkin' and love songs

She got me up all night, down and out with these love songs

She got me up all night, drownin' out with these love songs

She got me up all night, all I'm singin' is love songs

She got me up all night, constant drinkin' and love songs

She got me up all night, down and out with these love songs

She got me open all night, got me open all night

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

Okay, back when I was sleepin’ in my mama’s crib

Even back then when I was up there in Mohammed crib

Payin’ seventeen-hundred for the rent, money well spent

No heater, but a nigga made heat, may I vent

Had a thing for you, even wrote the song dreams for you

Cause I had dreams for you, thoughts of a ring for you

Childish shit, you know childish shit

Anonymous flowers sent, you know coward shit

Now a nigga signed to Hov, took a power trip

Back home I'm grown now and this city's my throne now

The same clubs I used to get tossed out

Life got crisscrossed, totally crossed out

Cause now I'm in this bitch and I'm totally bossed out

Old chicks cryin' cause they know that they lost out

But I'm still on you, I'm still on you

My drink spilled on me, while I feel on you

I'm saying...

[Hook 2: Miguel & J. Cole]

Would you believe me if I said I'm in love?

Baby, I want you to want me

Would you believe me if I said I'm in love?

Baby, I want ya

And we are we are we are

Got me up all night

And we are we are we are

All I'm singin' is love songs

And we are we are we are

Got me up all night

And we are we are we are

She got me

And we are we are we are

She got me

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

Well this has gotta be the longest crush ever

If I ever get to fuck it'd be the longest bust ever

Love is a drug, like the strongest stuff ever

And, fuck it I'm on one, you feel me?

She on a power trip, she got me where she want a nigga

Wifin' in the club, man my homies' gon' disown a nigga

Like, give me 20 dolla, dolla

Ass stupid, how you get to college, college

I'm in your city and I'm wonderin' if you're home now

Went and found a man, but I'm hopin' you alone now

Can't help but feelin' like I dropped the ball, cliche

I used to pop up on you at the mall each day

Now typically I kick game like Eastbay

But you got a nigga freeze-framed yellin', "Please play!"

For pete's sake, homie pull it together

Just fuck her one time and be through it forever

But...

[Hook 2 & Hook 1]

Mo Money (Interlude) Lyrics – J. Cole

Mo money, yeah

Mo money, blow money, show money

Party money, side ho money, dope money

New clothes money from shit that I wrote money

So much money I don't know who stole from me

Hard to keep track I'm used to having no money

Still broke compared to niggas with old money

I mean the type of niggas that laugh at Hov money

Billionaires with Petroleum and coal money

Probably kill themselves if the had Cole money

Talk shit and I'ma see you like you owe money

I'm wrapping up the album, fourth quarter I'm so money

I'm overseas looking for trees to grow money

Peter Popper off robbing people for hope money

Prostitutes collecting that let me stroke money

Put up a couple dollars for the liquor store money

Used to dread the strip club cause I couldn't throw money

Now the strippers give a nigga the throat for no money

How mama gonna teach you how to save your money

When she barely on the boat got stay afloat money

Blacks always broke cause we don't know money

Spend it before we get it and could never hold money

No wallets, nah, nigga we'd rather fold money

Money control niggas, white man control money

Laughing like "yeah yeah my nigga, get your money"

Trouble Lyrics – J. Cole

 [Hook]

I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right

I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight

I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight

I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life

[Verse 1]

Yeah, god flow

Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso

Niggas say I live fast, die young, so I drive slow

And pray I die old

In the drop with the top low

Met a bad bitch from Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yo

Kept it straight, shit, cause y'all know

And if not, you'll learn how them niggas in the Chi go

I ain't fuck her but I'm thinkin' 'bout it

My niggas say why you gotta think about it?

The bitch want too much, hit my phone too much

If I gotta be frank about it, ain't worth the stress

First the text, then the draws, see first the sex

Then it's calls cause the bird's obsessed

Want flowers, cards, and the purses next

Nah, bitch can't get a dollar

Cole on twitter, bitch can't get a follow

Can get a nut, heard Can't Get Enough

Now she fuck a nigga thinkin' that she may hit the lotto

No way Jose, could write a book called "The Things Hoes Say"

Show a lot of love to my sisters though

But these bitches so predictable

I'm in trouble

Gettin' to the promised land

You don't want problems, I promise man

I take you to the promise land

You don't want problems, I promise man

[Hook]

I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right

I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight

I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight

I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life

[Verse 2]

And I'm going back to school

Only for the hoes and a class or two

Young bad bitch made the pastor drool

Everybody sweat her like Catholic school

Sat next to her in the back of the class

Cheated off her test and I'm grabbin' her ass

She like "Don't you know this shit already? Nigga ain't you rich already?"

Yeah, but I got dumb as shit

Hangin' 'round these rappers cause they dumb as shit

But I'm back on track, jumpshot wasn't that good

Couldn't sell crack but I rap good

That's one stereotype, know a lot of niggas that'll marry your type

Bad bitch with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya

I'm Koopa, I never been the Mario type

No saving hoes

I ain't fooled cause a lot of cool bitches that a nigga went to school with is major hoes

And they mans don't know, they mans don't know, fo sho

Had a nigga baby, little mans don't know

Momma was a freak, got it in on the low

12 years later when my song come on, he ask

"Momma did you fuck J. Cole?"

Whoa

Gettin' to the promised land

You don't want problems, I promise man

I take you to the promise land

You don't want problems, I promise man

[Hook]

I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right

I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight

I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight

I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life

Runaway Lyrics – J. Cole

 [Intro: Mike Epps]

Married men act totally different when they're by themselves, don't they?

You see them with their wife, like

"What's up Tony? Hey man, how's everything going brother?"

"Just taking it easy, hanging out with the lady"

"Alright, God bless you, take it easy now"

You be like that nigga ain't like that

You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?"

"Hey, where's the bitches at, nigga?"

[Verse 1]

Yeah, give me my space

Lord ain't enough time to chase all these dreams

I mean I got no time to wait

Love my girl but I told her straight up "don't wait up"

Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked then made up

Used to living free as a bird, now I'm laid up

Feeling like a nigga got handcuffs on

How the fuck did my life become a damn love song?

She ride for a nigga and she stand up for him

But a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a nigga

Ride through the streets with freaks and real niggas

She never understand what it's like to be a man

Knowing when you look inside yourself you see a nigga

And you don't wanna let her down but you too young for the settle down

And maybe you can thug it out, learn what is love about

When you can't live with her and you can't live without

Oh shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his hands on me

Stripper saying: "Baby, won't you throw these bands on me?"

And I came to spend, she pop a molly let the motherfucking games begin

I'm running...

[Hook]

Run away, run away, run away, run away

I'm holding on desperately

Run away, run away, run away, run away

I'm holding on

[Verse 2]

When it's all said and done everybody dies

In this life ain't no happy endings

Only pure beginnings followed by years of sinning and fake repentance

The preacher says we were made in image of Lord

To which I replied: "Are you sure?

Even the murderer? Even the whore?

Even the nigga running through bitches on tour?"

With a good girl at home folding clothes and shit

She losing faith in him and he knows and shit

Like what the fuck is a break, don't know how much I can take no more

I give you all I got till it ain't no more

No more tears it's been ten long years, damn near

I don't know if I can wait no more, and who can blame her

You complaining 'bout every time you out, you come back she pout

Sleeping back to back, this is wack

We 'bout to go platinum in a minute, crib acting out

My childhood fantasies of wife and home

But it's a whole lot of actresses I'd like to bone

And despite the rumors you hold out

On account of the guilt that she has got to spend her nights alone

And she ride or die like Eve and 'em

Make home cooked meals every evening

And even then, your lowest days when you no longer Superman

At least you know you got Lois Lane

But you...

[Hook]

Run away, run away, run away, run away

I'm holding on desperately

Run away, run away, run away, run away

I'm holding on

[Verse 3]

Yeah, unbelievable seen evil that not even Knievel know

At age 3 I knew this world was three below

Listen, even know my ego low achieved the unachievable

Imagine if my confidence was halfway decent, yo

This just in, fucked more bitches than Bieber though

Still I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to know

Basis, my manager back in the days was racist

I was a young boy, passing skate and tucking laces

Old perverted white man who told me:

"Jermaine, it's all pink on the inside. Fuck what color their face is."

Wise words from an indecent man

Made me reflect on the times when we was three fifths of them

And change empower less, brave souls reduce the cowardice

Slaving in the baking sun for hours

Just to see the master creep into the shack where your lady at

Nine months later got a baby that's not quite what you excepted

But you refuse to neglect it cause you know your wifey love you

Does you refuse to accept it?

That's that type shit that tell why my granny light skin

Rich white man rule the nation still, only difference is we all slaves now

The chains still concealed in our thoughts

If I follow my heart to save myself

Could I run away from 50 mill like Dave Chappell?

[Hook]

Run away, run away, run away, run away

I'm holding on desperately

Run away, run away, run away, run away

I'm holding on

She Knows Lyrics – J. Cole

 [Intro]

She knows, she knows

Oh I, oh I-I-I

Alright

Oh I, oh I-I-I

Alright

[Verse 1]

Damned if I do, damned if I don't

You know I got a girl back home

You got a man but you want, but you want

What these bitches want from a nigga

That's some DMX shit

I know them other niggas love tricking

On some BMX shit, but not me

Now I'm sure you done heard about me

A black star, Mos Def, Kweli

Good southern bad hoes try me, they try me

This is Martin Luther King in the club gettin' dubs

With a bad bitch in his ear sayin' that she down for whatever

In the back of his mind is Coretta

[Hook]

And she knows, she knows

And I know she knows, and I know she knows

And deep down she knows, she knows

And I know she knows, and I know she knows

Well alright

Oh I, oh I-I-I

I can't give you what you want from me

Well alright

Oh I, oh I-I-I

I can't give you what you want from me

Well alright

[Verse 2]

Damned if I do, damned if I don't

I'm passing up on bad hoes, trying to be the man that she want

What she want, what she want from a nigga

To put a ring on it

Got a bitch on my dick right now

And she just want to sing on it

Got me up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie

I be up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie

Dance on fire, with my pants on fire

Cause I told her I was sleeping

Cause I creep with this pretty young thing I chose

That she could be doing the same thing I suppose

[Hook]

And she knows, she knows

And I know she knows, and I know she knows

And deep down she knows, she knows

And I know she knows, and I know she knows

Well alright

Oh I, oh I-I-I

I can't give you what you want from me

Well alright

Oh I, oh I-I-I

I can't give you what you want from me

Well alright

Niggas say turn up, hoes say turn up

Only bad thing about a star is they burn up

Niggas say turn up, hoes say turn up

Only bad thing about a star is they burn up

Rest in peace to Aaliyah

Rest in peace to Left Eye

Michael Jackson I'll see ya

Just as soon as I die

Got me up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie

I be up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie

Got me up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie

I be up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie

[Outro]

Well alright

Oh I, oh I-I-I

I can't give you what you want from me

Well alright

Oh I, oh I-I-I

I can't give you what you want from me

Well alright

Rich Niggaz Lyrics – J. Cole

 [Intro]

Ey yo, ey yo, ey yo uh, ey yo uh

Ey yo, ey yo, ey yo uh

Yeah

[Verse 1]

I hate rich niggas goddammit

Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit

Who you had to kill, who you had to rob

Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top dammit.

Or maybe that's daddy money, escalator no ladder money

Escalating new caddy money

Worst fear going broke cause I'm bad with money.

Crookest smile nigga momma never had the money damn

I ain't trippin' a nigga Jordan I ain't Pippen yeah

Up the steps I ain't slippin'

Tears blood sweat I ain't crippled

Here's a song you can sing along with when you down

On some let you know you ain't alone shit

When your momma ain't at home cause she got a second job

Delivering pizzas, you think she out there getting robbed

Please God watch her I know how niggas do

Half cracker but a nigga too.

Talking all that shit 'bout your step-pops

How he was a dog now look at you

I ain't bad as that nigga, plus dawg I'm a grown man now

I ain't mad at that nigga

But if a plane crashed and only it killed his lame ass

Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac

On crack used that to cope.

Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope

Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope

Try to ride the storm out and crash the boat

Could have drowned but I grabbed the rope

And there go you, and there go you, and there go you

Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

And there go you, and there go you, and there go you

Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

Said,

[Hook (x2)]

You got what I want

I got what you need

How much for your soul and uh

How much for your soul and uh

[Verse 2]

I hate rich niggas goddammit

Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit

N*ggas can't front on the flows you got

But every fucking verse how much dough you got

Homie, don't quit now, hear my shit and try to switch now.

Know you felt the shit just now, know you felt the shit just now

Ain't it more to you? Don't it ever get boring to you?

I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power

F*ck it, more to you.

So I threw you and it made me ashamed that I played the game

Not for more money like Damon Wayons

Wanted the respect but it came with fame

I just wanted love but this ain't the same

I took a train down memory lane and watched little Jermaine do his thang before he made a name

Its like Sony signed Basquiat

He gave it all he got, now the nigga don't paint the same.

I guess he can't complain

All the money that be raining in

Spend a hundred thou for the chain again

Thinking old school niggas like Dana Dane

Probably kill for another claim to fame

My brain the same, yeah nigga at least he ain't insane.

At least he ain't insane.

You ain't crazy motherfucker you just afraid of change.

That's new, maybe that's true

But listen here, I got a bigger fear

Of one day that I become you.

And I become lost and I become heartless

And numb from all the Ménages

Just one bitch don't feel the same no more

And Henny don't really kill the pain no more

Now I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain cause I can't maintain no more.

Tad bit extreme I know.

Money can't save your soul.

But there go you, there go you, there go you

Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

And there go you, and there go you, and there go you

Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

[Hook (x2)]

You got what I want

I got what you need

How much for your soul and uh

How much for your soul and uh

Where's Jermaine? (Skit) Lyrics – J. Cole

 [Ken Lewis' Choir]

For being a precious friend

I give thanks to you

For holding our spirits high

I do thank you lord

For blessing my life each day

I give thanks to you

For always being there when all is said and done (Wooo)

To thee, do we give thanks

[Ken Lewis]

Now hol' on, hol' on, hol' up

Has anybody seen Jermaine? (No)

Jermaine

Where's Jermaine Cole?

Forbidden Fruit Lyrics – J. Cole

 [Hook: J. Cole]

Me and my bitch, took a little trip

Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)

Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip (boom)

Little sip

Took a little sip, took a little sip

T-t-took a little, took a little, took a little sip (uh)

Uh huh

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

Ey yo, I walked through the valley of the shadow of death

When niggas hold tec's like they mad at the ref

That's why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest

Do you believe that Eve had Adam in check? And if so

You gotta expect to sip juice from the forbidden fruit and get loose

Cole is the king, most definite

My little black book thicker than the old testament

Niggas pay for head but the pussy sold separate

Same bitch giving brains to the minister

The same reason they call Mr. Cee "the finisher"

Forbidden fruit, watch for the Adam's apple

Slick with words don't hate me, son

What you eat don't make me shit and who you fuck don't make me come

Put a price on my head won't make me run,

Try to kill me but it can't be done

Cause my words gon' live forever

You put two and two together Cole here forever

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

Me and my bitch, took a little trip

Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)

Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip (boom)

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar (J. Cole)]

Bitches come and go (You know that)

Money come and go (You know that)

Love come and go (Don't shit last)

[x2]

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

Take a seat baby girl you've been all in my mind

I know I ain't called gotta pardon my grind

Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine

Came a man by myself, only father was time

I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit

So she raised that nigga kids but she swallowing mine

And that's why you all in my mind

All in my line like calling number nine

Cause a nigga poppin' like Harlem in the nine-

Seven, way before Mase was a reverend

I was a young nigga making A's at 11

At 12, tryna get that taste of the heaven, or hell... only time will tell

Fuck her while her mama home, "baby, don't yell"

How many records do a nigga gotta sell

Just to get the cover of the double XL

Or Fader, fuck a magazine hater

When I say that I'm the greatest I ain't talking about later

I'ma drop the album the same day as Kanye

Just to show the boys the man now like Wanyá

And I don't mean no disrespect, I praise legends

But this whats next the boy sick, can't disinfect

Life's a bitch and the pussy's wet

My clip is loaded and this is the kiss of... death. Blah.

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

Me and my bitch, took a little trip

Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)

Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip (boom)

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar (J. Cole)]

Bitches come and go (You know that)

Money come and go (You know that)

Love come and go (Don't shit last)

[x2]

[Outro: J. Cole]

Don't shit last, and you know that

Went to hell, got hot didn't melt

The only man above me is God himself

All these other niggas is below me

Word to Phife, Q-Tip, Ali, and Jarobi

What up Queens

Cole is the king (and you know that)

Started with A Dollar and a Dream (and you know that)

Never give a bird bitch a ring (you should know that)

Bitch! Bitch!

That should be my new ad lib.

Bitch!

I got a new one; I finally got a cool ad lib.

Be at all the shows everybody be like

Bitch! Bitch!

[Lil Cole]

Yo, yo, yo pull over right here, right here, here you go

Yeah pull over right here, to the right, pull over, pull over, pull over, pull over

Aight, look look, park right here, I'ma be out it'll be like 30 minutes tops

It'll be like 30 minutes, I'll be right back out, aight

Bitches come and go, bitches come and

Yo, yo what up, what's poppin', I'm back, I'm back

Yo you got that piece ready for me, that Jesus piece?

Nah the gold, the rose gold joint.... yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah let me see that, oh shit what is that some, what's, what the fuck is that platinum

Is that? What's that chain right there, is that's white gold, that's platinum.

Is that plat, well niggas doing platinum again, niggas doing, niggas ain't even doing platinum yet right, oh shit bout to make

Yo I'm trying to bring that shit back, kill these niggas

Let me see that one too, the wat, the watch, the platinum watch

Chaining Day Lyrics – J. Cole

 [Verse 1]

Look at me, pathetic nigga, this chain that I bought

You mix dream pain and fame, this is heinous result

Let these words be the colors I'm just paintin' my heart

I'm knee-deep in the game and it ain't what I thought

Copped the Range Rover, my girl got the Mercedes

Iced out crazy I wanna shine like Baby

Compared to that nigga, I ain't even got a bib yet

Truth be told I ain't even bought a crib yet

This is everything they told a nigga not to do

Image is everything I see, it got a lot to do

With the way people perceive, and what they believe

Money short so this jewelry is like a weave

Meant to deceive and hear niggas say I see you

Now bitches wanna fuck you and niggas wanna be you

And police wanna stop you, frisk you wonder what he do

If a hater snatch yo chain, I bet it still won't free you

Cause I'll be right back grinding 'til I cop another

I sit and think about all this shit I coulda copped my mother

My partner said that's just the game my nigga

So I heard my jeweler say, here go your chain my nigga

[Hook]

This is chaining day

(I need you to love me, love me)

Chaining day, oh my chaining day

(I need you to love me, love me)

My chaining day

My last piece, I swear, my guilt heavy as this piece I wear

They even iced out Jesus' hair

My last piece, I swear, they even iced out Jesus' hair

[Verse 2]

Ice on this white Jesus seem a little unholy

The real strange thing about this iced out Rolly

It's the same shit a broke black nigga get gassed at

The same shit a rich white mo'fucka laugh at

Well laugh on white man, I ain't paid as you

But I bet your rims ain't the same age as you

And I ain't got no investment portfolio

But my black and white diamonds shinin' like a Oreo

I know back home where niggas sit today

He rock a chain and he always got some shit to say

Even back when I was broke I knew his shit was fake

He'd prolly sneeze too hard and his shit could break

But hey, you know the sayin', "Fake it 'til you make it"

Me, I did the opposite, made it then I faked it

And actin' like I gave a fuck, money I was savin' up

To buy a crib that's gated to that hundred racks, I gave it up

For what

[Hook]

(I need you to love me, love me)

Chaining day, oh my chaining day

(I need you to love me, love me)

My chaining day

My last piece, I swear, my guilt heavy as this piece I wear

They even iced out Jesus' hair

My last piece, I swear, they even iced out Jesus' hair

[Outro]

Lord

This is the last time

Told my accountant, it's the last time

I swear this is the last time

I know that I said that shit last time

But this the last time

Mama I swear this is the last time

So don't take my chains from me

This is the last time

Cause I chose this slavery

This is the last time

Don't take my chains from me

This is the last time

Cause I love this slavery

I need you to love me, love me, love me...

I said this is my last time

Ain't That Some Shit (Interlude) Lyrics – J. Cole

OK I lied.

[Verse 1]

Motherfucker try

Say I can't come to the hood, true lie

See I would but I'm out in Dubai

When I get back I'ma roll through that

Snatch yo bitch give yo niggas dap

The hood gone ballistic, Cole was here and you missed it

That nigga walk like Obama man

Shake yo momma's hand and kissed it

This pimp shit, pimp shit

Cole hard, you limp dick

My flow hard no wimp shit

Put in that work no temp shit

Yo bitch wearin' that lipstick

Gave this dick a french kiss

That nigga so wack when the bitch came back

Kissed her hoping that it get him sick, ha

Ain't that some shit

Well paid for this rap and shit

Ville made it to the map and shit

Niggas move cane like Kappa shit

Ain't that some shit

For no Benz and Range and my mattresses

For fuckin' these bad little actresses

I'm bad as shit

[Bridge]

I got that work

Say what? My flow

Say what? My bitches

Say what? You Cole

Say what? I said

[Hook (x3)]

Say what?

Ain't that some shit

Well paid for this rap and shit

Ain't that some shit bitch

Bitch

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce (bounce) [x4]

[Verse 2]

Flow, flow, flow, flow

Flow tight put a nigga in a headlock

Fuck hoes out of wedlock

Nigga bed rock

Red hot, so they got red dots

Pullin' that trigger nigga better be a head shot

Money long like dread locks shit

If you send shots then you bet not miss

For a couple G's, send a couple G's

Fuck copping pleas, Matlock shit (testify)

I gotta testify

Came through humble so it's best if I

Explain the noise shit, rockin' jewels shit

Got the full clip, cock and pull

Stop the bullshit watch the flow

How you gon' stop the unstoppable

Keep bitches on they toes no Dr. Scholls

It's the Roc bitch, rock and roll

[Bridge]

I got that work

Say what? My flow

Say what? My bitches

Say what? You Cole

Say what? I said

[Hook (x3)]

Say what?

Ain't that some shit

Well paid for this rap and shit

Ain't that some shit bitch

Bitch

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce (bounce) [x4]

My nigga Syience killed this beat

Crooked Smile Lyrics – J. Cole feat. TLC

 [TLC]

Even though...

[Chorus 1: TLC]

I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down

I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down

You're the one that was tryna keep me way down

But like the sun, all you know if I'm on my way down

[J. Cole]

Look, they tell me I should fix my grill cause I got money now

I ain't gon' sit around and front like I ain't thought about it

A perfect smile is more appealing but it's funny how

My shit is crooked look at how far I done got without it

I keep my twisted grill, just to show them kids it's real

We ain't picture perfect but we worth the picture still

I got smart, I got rich, and I got bitches still

And they all look my eyebrows: thick as hell

Love yourself, girl, or nobody will

Oh, you a woman? I don't know how you deal

With all the pressure to look impressive and go out in heels; I feel for you

Killing yourself to find a man that'll kill for you

You wake up, put makeup on, stare in the mirror

But its clear that you can’t face what’s wrong; no need to fix

What God already put his paint brush on; your roommate yelling

"Why you gotta take so long?" What it's like to have a crooked smile

This crooked smile

[Chorus 1]

[J. Cole]

To all the women with the flaws, know it's hard my darling

You wonder why you're lonely and your man's not calling

You keep falling victim cause you're insecure

And when I tell you that you're beautiful you can't be sure

Cause you see that no one wants you back and it got you asking

So all you see is what you lacking, not what you packing

Take it from a man that loves what you got

And baby you're a star, don't let 'em tell you you're not

Now is it real? Eyebrows, fingernails, hair

Is it real? if it's not, girl you don't care

Cause what's real is something that the eyes can't see

That the hands can’t touch, that them broads can’t be, and that’s you

Never let 'em see you frown

And if you need a friend to pick you up, I’ll be around

And we can ride with the windows down, the music loud

I can tell you ain’t laughed in a while, but I wanna see that crooked smile

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2: J. Cole (TLC)]

Crooked smile, we could style on 'em (back 'round)

Crooked smile, we could style on 'em

(You’re the one that was tryna keep me way down)

(But like the sun, I know you know I found my way back round..)

[J. Cole]

We only fronting like the people on the screen

You know them movie stars, picture perfect beauty queens

But we got dreams and we got the right to chase ‘em

Look at the nation, that’s a crooked smile braces couldn’t even straighten

Seem like half the race is either on probation

Or in jail; wonder why we inhale

Cause we in hell already - I asked if my skin pale

Would I then sell like Eminem or Adele?

Yo one more time for the 'Ville

And fuck all of that beef shit, nigga let’s make a mil'

Hey officer man, we don’t want nobody getting killed

Just open up that cell, let my brother out of jail

I got money for the bail now, well now

If you asking will I tell now? Hell naw - I ain’t snitching cause

Man, they get them niggas stitches now

If you was around, then you wouldn’t need a witness now

How you like this crooked smile?

...That crooked smile

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

[Outro: Choir]

Ohhhhhhhhhhohoh [4X]

La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la [4X]

I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down

I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down

You're the one that was tryna keep me way down

But like the sun, all you know if I'm on my way back 'round

Back 'round... you're the one that was tryna keep me way down

But like the sun, all you know if I'm on my way back 'round

Back 'round... you're the one that was tryna keep me way down

But like the sun, all you know if I'm on my way back 'round

Let Nas Down Lyrics – J. Cole

 [Intro]

Freedom or jail, clips inserted

A baby's bein' born, same time a man is murdered

The beginning and end, as far as rap goes

It's only natural, I explain my plateau

And also what defines my name

[Hook]

Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals

Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible

Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin

No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin

[Verse 1]

I used to print out Nas raps and tape 'em up on my wall

My niggas thought they was words, but it was pictures I saw

And since I wanted to draw, I used to read 'em in awe

Then he dropped Stillmatic, rocked the cleanest Velour

Fast forward, who'da thought that I would meet him on tour?

I'm earnin' stripes now nigga, got Adidas galore

Backstage I shook his hand, let him know that he's the man

When he said he was a fan it was too hard to understand

No time to soak up the moment though, cause I was in a jam

Hov askin' where's the record that the radio could play

And I was strikin' out for months, 9th inning feeling fear

Jeter under pressure, made the biggest hit of my career

But at first, that wasn't clear, niggas had no idea

Dion called me when it dropped, sounded sad but sincere

Told me Nas heard your single and he hate that shit

Said you the one, yo why you make that shit?

I can't believe I let Nas down

Damn, my heart sunk to my stomach, I can't believe I let Nas down

I got defensive on the phone, resentment was in my tone, fuck it

[Hook]

Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals

Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible

Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin

No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin

[Verse 2]

I couldn't help but think that maybe I had made a mistake

I mean, you made "You Owe Me" dog, I thought that you could relate

But while I shot up the charts, you mean tellin' me

That I was not up to par, when I followed my heart

Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind, I kept on sayin'

Where's the hits? You ain't got none

You know Jay would never put your album out without none

And dog, you know how come

Labels are archaic, formulaic with their outcomes

They don't know, they just study the charts

Me, I study the shows, the fans, study their hearts

I had a feelin' I was killin', and this music we were spillin' out

Would change lives forever, fuck the label, put it out

Friday Night Lights blew, that was classic number 2

Now it seemed as if the Nas comparisons was comin' true

Still no release date from the label, are they insane?

Coach told me play the game to change the game but on the way I let Nas down,

I got no one to blame, I'm ashamed I let Nas down

But this is God's plan, you could never understand, fuck it

[Hook]

Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals

Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible

Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin

No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin

[Verse 3]

I always believed in the bigger picture

If I could get them niggas to listen outside my core then I can open a door

Reintroduce 'em to honesty, show 'em that they need more

The difference between the pretenders and the Kendrick Lamars

And so, I took the fall like the Son of the Lord

On the cross, dyin' for that fake shit you niggas bought

For the past decade, if I should pass please let this be my last essay

Therefore I write from the heart

Apologies to OG's for sacrificin' my art

But I'm here for a greater purpose, I knew right from the start

I'm just a man of the people, not above but equal

And for the greater good I walk amongst the evil

Don't cry mama, this the life I choose myself

Just pray along the way that I don't lose myself

This is for the nigga that said that hip-hop was dead

I went to Hell to resurrect it, how could you fail to respect it?

Lettin' Nas down, I got the phone call quietly I mourned dog, I let Nas down

Yeah, and on this flight may I never lose sight, fuck it

[Hook]

Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals

Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible

Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin

No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin

Born Sinner Lyrics – J. Cole

 [Verse 1]

Spinning in circles, live my life without rehearsal

If I die today my nigga was it business? Was it personal?

Should this be my last breath, I'm blessed cause it was purposeful

Never got to church to worship Lord but please be merciful

You made me versatile, well-rounded like cursive

Now you chose me for a purpose, I put my soul in these verses

Born sinner, was never born to be perfect

Sucka for women licking their lips and holding these purses

Back when we ran the streets who would think we grow to be murderers

Teachers treated niggas as if they totally worthless

And violent, and hopeless

I saw but never noticed that the college point is right to

"Be All That You Can Be" posters

Rest in peace to Tiffany, I don't know if this is the realest shit I wrote

But know the realest nigga wrote this

And signed it, and sealed it in a envelope and knew one day you'd find it

And knew one day you'd come back and rewind this, singing...

[Hook: James Fauntleroy]

I'm a born sinner, but I'll die better than that; swear.

You were always where I needed you to be whether you were there or not there (I was there)

I was born sinning but I live better than that (better than that, better than that)

And if you ain't fucking with that, I don't care.

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

Yeah, this music shit is a gift

But God help us make it cause this music business is a cliff

I got a life in my grip, she holding tight to my wrist

She screaming: "Don't let me slip"

She see the tears in my eyes, I see the fear on her lips

True when I told you, you the only reason why I don't flip and go insane

My roof in the pouring rain

You knew me before the fame, don't lose me the more I change, no

Just grow with me, go broke you go broke with me

I smoke you gon' smoke with me

Woman's curse since birth, man lead her to the hearse

I go Bobby you go with me damn

Listen here, I'll tell you my biggest fears

You the only one who knows them

Don't you ever go expose them

This life is harder than you'll probably ever know

Emotions I hardly ever show

More for you than for me

Don't you worry yourself

I gotta do this for me

They tell me life is a test but where's a tutor for me

Pops came late I'm already stuck in my ways

Ducking calls from my mother for days

Sometimes she hate the way she raised me but she love what she raised

Can't wait to hand her these house keys with nothing to say

Except

[Hook: James Fauntleroy]

I'm a born sinner, but I'll die better than that; swear.

You were always where I needed you to be whether you were there or not there (I was there)

I was born sinning but I live better than that (better than that, better than that)

And if you ain't fucking with that, I don't care.

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[x2]

Miss America Lyrics – J. Cole

This is a public service announcement!

Brought to you by the good people at Dreamville Records

And so my fellow americans

Ask not what your country can do for you

Ask what you can do for your country

Excuse me....

Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get oscars

All my niggas is mobsters, all my bitches is doctors

Cole World, this just the tip of the iceberg

So talk shit and taste the tip of the Mossberg

Don't trip nigga, they just words

Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs

niggas don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse

Granny broke cause she always givin' bread to the Church

Now pastor Mason Betha in a Lambo

And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo

Bumpin' my shit, always wondered why they fuck with my shit

I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my dick

But oh well, I'm gon' sell like I had no bail

For my chain and my piece I should've won Nobel

Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I know nigga

Only young nigga do it better than the old niggas

Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch

Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich

Since you all in my business, this what I tell 'em, bitch

If you ain't fuck with me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge

Green dollars splurged all on embellishments

My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas shit

Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit

Smash for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge

Miss America, petty thoughts

Miss America, petty thoughts

Miss America, petty thoughts

Just to floss pay any and every cost

Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out

Am I about dollars or about change?

Am I about knowledge or about brains?

Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my pain

Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the grievers

He played the corner like Revis he should've had better defense

That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love killin'

niggas'll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets

Rap game changed, this is embarrassing shit

Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss America shit

I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist shit, moving careless as shit

In a city where niggas really don't care who they hit

Who the fuck was I?

Just a young little nigga tryin' to see the other side

Of the railroad tracks, where them scarecrows at

No brains on a nigga but they'll air your back

fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell your crack

I won't fight your wars, I won't wear your hat

I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn your craft

I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn your flag

Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch

Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich

Since you all in my business, this what I tell 'em, bitch

If you ain't fuck with me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge

Green dollars splurged all on embellishments

My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas shit

Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit

Smash for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge

Miss America, petty thoughts

Miss America, petty thoughts

Miss America, petty thoughts

Just to floss pay any and every cost

Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out

Am I about dollars or about change?

Am I about knowledge or about brains?

Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my pain

They don't feel my pain

They'll never feel my pain

And they'll never play this shit on the radio

New York Times Lyrics – J. Cole feat. 50 Cent & Bas

 [Verse 1: J Cole]

New York Times

Come listen to these New York rhymes

A southern nigga with a New York mind

In the concrete jungle of Queens trying to be kings

Getting to the money of sins by any means

As I watch it all, pain out, trying not to stand out

Fish out of water, unofficial reporter

Appear, life is a bitch I blow a kiss at her daughter

In a city with niggas will leave you shit outta order

So yeah, you heard the news, disturbing news

Shot a brother in the head, thank the lord he ain't dead

Was in a coma for months, eyes ain't opened not once

My nigga visibally stressed in a mess he's smoking a blunt

What could I say, I can't relate to that

All I do is pray for that

This is city God told me, go and make it at

I got a date with destiny, I'm running late for that

Grab a paper, hey kid, you gotta pay for that

[Hook: 50 Cent & J Cole]

The New York Times

The New York Times

(Extra, extra, read all about it)

They say you can win anywhere

If you can win there

And you ain't been nowhere if you ain't been there

[?]

Same places, different faces on the train, man

New York, New York

[Verse 2: J Cole]

Hop on the F train, took the express train

Skip that local shit, my vocal sick

That's how success came

Once kings, now we pawns in this chess game

Wall Street got black slave blood stains

Which means, we built this city

And never got scraps while the devil got fat

In fact, reparation for niggas in desperation

Fuck money, get my kid a real education

Blood money spills, had a real revelation

Southside make you realize there's still segregation

Don't wanna preach, I'm just thinking out loud

Sometimes I wanna save the world and I be thinking 'bout how

My motive: to lead my niggas to paradise

Imagine the world, free from pain

And we no longer scared of night

Far from the crime, the blind leading the blind

We gon' make it primetime till we dyin'

[Hook: 50 Cent & J Cole]

The New York Times

The New York Times

(Extra, extra, read all about it)

They say you can win anywhere if you can win there

And you ain't been nowhere if you ain't been there

[?]

Same places, different faces on the train, man

New York, New York

[Verse 3: Bas]

How I go from selling reefa and plates

To eating steaks with Cole and playing FIFA with Drake

Should've been in the States, property of the Jakes

Now I'm plotting on profits and properties on the lake

Let me properly immigrate you to it

Show you how the heads of states and gangsters do it

Them niggas talk a lot of shit but they ain't been through it

I done been up in everything, cars you never seen

Cities you never heard of, from the streets where they murder

Police observe us till they reach the verdict

Kill 'em all, fucking kill 'em all

If you can't send 'em to the pen, send 'em to the morgue

Send 'em to the Lord, fuck it, send his broad

Hundred shots through the dark but they never hit my heart, nigga

Bitch nigga, take a pause

Hundred shots through the dark you can never hit my heart

[Hook: 50 Cent & J Cole]

The New York Times

The New York Times

(Extra, extra, read all about it)

They say you can win anywhere if you can win there

And you ain't been nowhere if you ain't been there

[?]

Same places, different faces on the train, man

New York, New York

Is She Gon Pop Lyrics – J. Cole

Yeah

Yeah

[Verse 1:]

Art of seduction

Hoes jump like vince carter backstage like they apart of production

We talked about her dreams you gotta start out with somethin'

Her momma went to college but yet her father was hustlin'

Found it funny cuz now they daughter is stuck-in

A similar predicament, I'm askin' where her nigga went

She said your guess is good as mine

Dropped outta school now he run the streets like all the time

Left me alone with this baby I don't hear from the nigga

And to keep hundred with you I don't care for the nigga

Well, movin on

Funny cause I only know a couple of your songs

But I love when they come on

Word?

[Bridge:]

I'll take it, Baby I'll take it

Why I'm starin' at you cause I'm picturing you naked

Know whats on your mind embrace it, do not fake it

Tonight is what you make it, take it do not waste it

Take a shot you not wasted, look in the blocks with mindplay[?]

I'm in a small ass town with a superstar chick

This is superstar dick

Girl, How could you not taste it?

[Verse 2:]

That's a little egotistic, my amigos be hocking in Toledo

Niggas winning off me, it's all G though,

Cause he know bitches can't get the Michael so they settling for Tito

We know, yeah nigga we know, hot bitch fell in my lap like cappucino

Niggas so thirsty it irks me, you keep on putting bitches over money but that ain't my cup of tea though,

Nah nigga, the game is to get, a bunch of paper just to change your fucking neighbors and shit,

I swear if niggas put half of what they put in chasing ass into a craft, now you'd be famous and rich,

But I get it, you rather lay with a bitch, while you play with her pussy, and let her play with your dick,

She thinking she got a first round pick, she thinking bout all the things she can get,

she thinking you got a Range for a whip, and a fly ass cribbo, and it's not that simple cause,

All you got is a phone full of bitches, and they just like her

Meanwhile I'm stacking paper up, my word

Had more hoes coming than a bus driver

Got a full grown woman wanna fuck my word, wanna ride my nouns, let her suck my verbs... Aye

[Bridge:]

I'll take it, Baby I'll take it

Why I'm starin' at you cause I'm picturing you naked

Know whats on your mind embrace it, do not fake it

Tonight is what you make it, take it do not waste it

Take a shot you not wasted, look in the blocks with mindplay[?]

I'm in a small ass town with a superstar chick

This is superstar dick

Girl, How could you not taste it?

Niggaz Know Lyrics – J. Cole

These niggas know

[Verse 1]

Armed and dangerous, call the law

Stick to the script, no audible

Country ass nigga with an Audemars

Can't spell the shit but I order more

French hoes treat me like Charles De Gaulle

Get good head on the Autobahn

Hit hood hoes out in Baltimore

Pack the shows like wall to wall, my God

Five steps like Dru Hill

Came home from the first tour, with

Bad credit and a school bill

Middle finger to the bursar

Finally famous but

Ain't too much really change with us

Straight up weed, no angel dust

Label us notorious, that was 9-7

Saw my old teacher and she asked how I'm livin'

You ain't know my shit drop bitch? 9-11

Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend

Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend

Nigga you should too, if you knew

What this game would do to you

Look at all the bullshit I've been through

Better me than you

[Bridge]

I must confess, I copped the chains

I hit the club, I made it rain

I hit the road, I made a name

I came on home, I ain't the same

I ain't the same

I ain't the same

[Hook]

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know

[Verse 2]

These niggas know, boo-ya nigga?

Came through the door like who y'all niggas?

Stole a nigga flow, I could sue y'all niggas

Better yet put a hot one through y'all niggas

Nah, let me stop frontin' for y'all niggas but

Don't let the college shit fool y'all niggas

Ain't the hardest nigga in the land

But a grown ass man, and I will step to y'all niggas

Like what's the problem?

Ain't gettin' paper, nigga here's a loan

My shit long, need a hair salon

Get it cut, shut the fuck up

And wipe your face with my money 'til your tears is gone

No cryin' ass, lyin' ass

Can't afford a whip, but you buyin' ass

This Fresh Prince nigga, I ain't Jazz

Fucked yo bitch, nigga I ain't ask

She pitched it to me like Sosa (Oh God)

What the fuck was I s'posed do?

Deny that, rather try that, but I never fly that,

Keep hoes bi-coastal

And they buy postals, ain't shit for free

Dick the only thing that they get from me

Sit VIP, get a sip for free

Later on she'll be sippin' me, literally

Picture me at the tip-top

With your bitch lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop

This B.I.G. nigga, this Pac

Minus six shots, but it's still this hot

Thirty grand and that's just for the wristwatch

Hate to brag but backpackin', that's hip hop

Write my life and make sure that the script hot

And pray the kids watch, if not

These niggas know

If not, these niggas know

[Bridge (x2)]

I must confess, I copped the chains

I hit the club, I made it rain

I hit the road, I made a name

I came on home, I ain't the same

I ain't the same

I ain't the same

[Hook]

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know

Sparks Will Fly Lyrics – J. Cole feat. Jhené Aiko

 [Hook: Jhene Aiko (J. Cole)]

It may seem like our fire

Has been a little burnt out, we're tired

We only need to stay close

In time, sparks will fly

(And we fly too, and we, and we,

And we fly too)

[x2]

[Verse 1]

Baby you deserve the whole enchilada, Gucci and Prada

Toast to the days when I didn't have a dollar

You stuck around even when the world frowned on me

Kicked me when I was down, and so they clowned on me

Down for me, my homie

You better believe, I know your home girl said you should leave

Know you as tired like the Michelin man

What if Gina would have listened to Pam?

Now they hate to see us last this long

When they get my album, probably pass this on

Thought they knew me, well

Money can't buy you happiness that's true as hell

The happiness can't buy yo ass this new SL

I love you like the fat kid loves cakes and shit

I love you like the bad kid love breakin' shit

Ride and die chick fighting insecurities

Want a ring and my last name for securities

[Hook: Jhene Aiko (J. Cole)]

It may seem like our fire

Has been a little burnt out, we're tired

We only need to stay close

In time, sparks will fly

(And we fly too, and we, and we,

And we fly too)

[x2]

[Verse 2]

I know my style ain't perfect

I know my smile ain't perfect

Nigga ain't perfect, it's true

Funny though I'm perfect for you

All the drama seem worth it for you

She put up with the shit like she work at the zoo, true

Now what you crying for?

She says you ain't gon' settle down, what you lyin' for?

She want that old thing back

Things ain't the same, think we both seen that

Love is war, end up on the floor

But baby you only lose when you don't swing back

I say those words hoping that,

You fight for a nigga like I fight for you

Like I fight temptations every night for you

And though I slip, only girl in my life is you

[Hook: Jhene Aiko (J. Cole)]

It may seem like our fire

Has been a little burnt out, we're tired

We only need to stay close

In time, sparks will fly

(And we fly too, and we, and we,

And we fly too)

[x2]

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