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Relaxation : J. Cole

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[J. Cole]
It’s ya n-gga, deep thinker, big drinker
late night, with ya wife in ya crib sneaker
when you out of town, and you not around
turn your ass over like a n-gga stepped out of bounds
crowd around young’n
I got ammo and a lot of rounds coming
up in the streets where you not allowed, runnin’
got the songs bitches ride around hummin’
and the n-ggas stay thumpin’
and the hater’s hate pumpin’
got the 808's bumpin’
so the trunks stay thumpin’
and the n-gga get high only on occasion in
my mind too wild
damn thought weed supposed to calm you down
but I’m so high I can palm two clouds
boy look, these n-ggas quote my lines like the Lord’s book
you n-ggas less rhymes more hooks
more bucks but less love
you hear them drums, ?uestlove
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no Roots, I’m so truth
I used to rock sidelines like a coat suit
had to look at all them loafers, yeah them boat shoes
now I’m in the game but I wont boast to you dummy
remember n-ggas had short jokes for my money
toast to the honey’s, money and the liquor
and bitch I don’t sound like any other n-gga
with my finger on the trigger
I burn rappers like Henny on the liver
grant death wishes like a genie I’ma killer
Lord giveth and he taketh like an Indian giver
hard to keep jimmy in zipper
when you got them bad Anne Vivians with ya
Remy and weed, I got em on Pluto
I like Henny but the hoes prefer Nuvo.

[Fashawn]
Check, every time a n-gga roll,
old school whips and it’s sittin on 4's
hoes on me when I enter the door
if a n-gga wanna trip, good grip on the chrome
empty out a clip from the fifth then I’m gone
twist up a spliff, get a fifth of Patron
hate a chick who just talk sh-t on the phone
baby I’m tryna stick, give ya dicks to ya dome, sh-t
if I was you n-gga I would hate him
hot August nights I’m out there in Vegas
stuntin til time, had that patience
now it’s big faces, fly vacations
alias Shawn stacks
miss shows, never call back
blowin’ Dro sippin tall cats
on the low had to crawl back
n-ggas wonder if it’s all raps
or it’s all facts…
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[Omen]
As I step in the toe like Fe fi foe
with the heat like flow and the beat typo
better rewrite yo, get your rhyming straight
get murked plus 8 like Jon and Kate
I mean it’s time for the face off
hit the corner like an 8 ball
me not concentrate like Adolf
no time for I had a get a day job
me on the mind you aint even on the radar
never bring it but I never been a fiend for her silly ways
so I’m tryna get the cream til I’m silly paid
couldn’t put her on the team, every week another reason
thats fiend like Billy Mays
gotta grind gotta focus
gotta shine through the minds of the blind light the hopeless
never confined to the rhymes that I’ve chosen
moment of silence the Times gotta quote this!

No Holding Me Back : J. Cole

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[J. Cole Chorus]
Whats sunshine with no rain
whats joy without no pain
and I’m still gon do my thing
there aint no holding me back
hey I’m gon get mine believe that
and whats sunshine with no rain
and whats Joy without no pain
hey yeah
yeah hey

[J. Cole - Verse 1]
The city f-cked up even thug n-ggas getting robbed.
know it’s bad when the drug dealers getting jobs
same n-ggas who skipped out on graduation
at the gas station filling out the applications but
they aint calling me back
best friends be our references
pay checks spent on necklaces
down payments on the Lexuses
debit in the negative
overdraft with the sky overcast
but I’m screaming f-ck the pessimist
cause there aint no holding me back, huh
the little n-gga had big dreams to do big things
but in this thing everything aint what this sh-t seems
trying hard to come up in the flag pole just to
find out your heroes is some assholes
but there aint no hlding me back

It Won't Be Long : J. Cole

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[Chorus]
uh, yeah
I said it won’t be long (no)
‘fore we out here baby
gotta get you up out here baby
Said it won’t be long
‘fore we out here baby
we up out here baby

[J. Cole Verse 1]
I say a prayer and look up in the sky
thank God even though a n-gga headed to this tired day job
will my eyes stay wide
still I know I’m gonna blow
this is music for my n-ggas cause I know you want more
cause that old sh-t fake and this new sh-t real
J Cole not Jay witness that Blueprint feel
hey Cole is you crazy thats some big boots to fill
yeah straight out the Ville and the shoes fit well
same heaven same hell
same n-ggas get killed
knew every detail still never would tell
scared of the repercussion
scared of them people bussin
bullets be hittin’ n-gga’s you swear they could be percussion
n-ggas be holding triggers before they could read instructions
oh God, never did our fathers teach us nothing
no law, but became a man on my own
showed my momma I could stand on my own

[Chorus]

[J. Cole Verse 2]
Dear mama, your son hurting
living in this cold World where n-ggas shun virgins
and praise hoes
as days go by shawty 19 years old
no clothes for her baby yet she stay so fly
tell me why mamma do you cry
is it cause you know my teacher be feeding me lies
is it cause you know that Preacher is greedy inside
cause racism is alive I see the disguise
mamma I know it hurts
it hurts me to watch you go to work barely hanging on
some rich man getting richer while you slaving for him
so whats the options for him
a young n-gga from the hood without a pops at home
surrounded by no good
and soon no good becomes so good quick
a little drug money got him feeling so hood rich
killing your hood with the same sh-t Ronald Reagon filled up your hood with
and it’s still in your hood sh-t
I’m feeling no good mamma
I’m sick of my soul
is there a better life for us I just sit and I hope
I just hope and I pray
it’ll change one day I’ll make a change one way
and mamma I can fly you out this cold World
this cold life, it’s all wrong
there’s no right
its hard to see the good when there’s no light
just grrab onto me, trust me hold tight!

[Chorus]

Blow Up : J. Cole

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[Chorus]
La, La La La La, La La
This is a song for my haters
Y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
This is a song for my haters
Ya'll got me feeling like the greatest, yeah

Bitch im about to Blow up!
Bitch im about to Blow Up!
I came up, I warmed up, the next up
Bitch im about to Blow Up!

[Verse 1]
Now don't it sound legendary,
Live enough to resurrect the dead and buried,
This for niggas who ain't satisfied with secondary,
This for my sisters who ain't satisfied with secretary,
I'm blowin up and bitch im still me,
But whats the cost to live your dreams, do you feel me
Everything glittering ain't what you think it will be
Funny how money changed, The whips make me feel free
I'm starring in this bitch and yeah I write the show
Fuck the haters im headed to that place you'd like to go,
They say what you fightin for,
The games on live support,
Ay Gary Coleman just passed, Life is short

[Chorus]
Bitch im about to Blow Up!
Look im about to Blow Up!
Yeah,
Got to the club early,
Just to get in free, And wait for hoes to show up
Man, But now theres bottles at the tables
Bring the models boy im about to pour up
Uh huh, you know what?
Bitch im about to Blow Up!

La, La La La La, La La
La, La La La La, La La
Left side Life side eh,
Right side Right side uh huh,
Left side Left side eh,
Bitch im about to Blow Up!

This is a song for my haters
Y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
This is a song for my haters
Ya'll got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
Bitch im about to Blow up!

[Verse 2]
Mama say I should reconsider law school,
That means ill wear a suit, and bend the truth, and feel awful,
Hell naw, gotta degree but what'd that cost you
Your makin good salary, Just to pay Sally Maie
That's real as ever,
Duckin bill collectors,
Like Jehovah's Witness when they showed up at your door at Christmas,
Was broke as dishes, Tryna let it go
Hit the club, She drop it low
Lower than my credit score,
Account overdraft, What I got this debit for
So much debt it got me drinkin, Thinkin bitch I better blow
I better blow,
These hoes aint checkin for no nigga with no vehicle,
You border like Meh-He-Co
Ay baby girl what it look like,
Ay where your head at, Ay what you cook like
She say where your bread at, Or whats your whip like
You aint got one or the other, Well brother goodnight

[Chorus]
Bitch im about to Blow Up!
Look im about to Blow Up!
Yeah,
Got to the club early,
Just to get in free, And wait for hoes to show up
Man, But now theres bottles at the tables
Bring the models boy im about to pour up
Uh huh, you know what?
Bitch im about to Blow Up!

La, La La La La, La La
La, La La La La, La La
Left side Life side eh,
Right side Right side uh huh,
Left side Left side eh,
Bitch im about to Blow Up!

This is a song for my haters
Y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
This is a song for my haters
Ya'll got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
Bitch im about to Blow up!

[Verse 3]
Praise god, its hard to stay spiritual,
How they got these niggas on the TV sellin miracles,
You mean to tell me everything gon' be fine,
If I call your hotline, and pay $29.99? shit,
Well damn, Why aint you say so,
Take this check and ass, Gotta multiply all my pesos
And eraise my number out the phones of these fake hoes,
Ill take their number just in case, but now its case closed,
To you niggas bitin my flows and my subject matter,
You'll never be me partner, So it dont fuckin matter
You try to be and your career"ll see funerals,
Ay Be You that's when the sound's Be-You-Tiful(beautiful)

Then maybe you can Blow Up,
Ay maybe you can Blow Up,
Shit, But, You Know what?
For now, Bitch im about to Blow up!

Bun B For President : J. Cole

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(j. cole)
uh yeah,
below that mason dixon my residence
dirty south confederate
eh, we should hold elections,
i say bun b for president
he represent them real n-ggas
tx to atl, to nc,
yeah them ville n-ggas
them trill n-ggas
chill n-gga it’s thgat rider sh-t
my bottom b-tch say “i’m not a bitch boy i got a bitch”
i keep her ass in prada sh-t, these rappers counterfeit
i probably train n-ggas, yeah this that teach you hotter sh-t
i’m bout this sh-t
my minds a glock, my mouths the clip
my words is bullets, i’m bout to spit
i leave you leaking you lay in peace
as if the streets encounter sh-t
you see me on my bouncing sh-t
watch out i put you out this sh-t
man i’m makling so much money i gotta pay somebody to count this sh-t
probably gonna make my accountant sick
boy i’m higher than the mountains get
these new n-ggas aint talkin bout nothing
cuz its obvious they aint been around this sh-t
so they bound to split where they go down
profound with these pronouns
ladys loving j. cole now
so you better not bring your hoe round

you know the residence
dirty south confederate
eh we should hold elections
i say bun b for president!
he represent them real n-ggas
tx to atl, to nc,
yeah them ville n-ggas
them trill n-ggas
hey

Problems : J. Cole

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[Verse 1]
Yea, yea, yea, Dear Mrs. Bill Collector
I know ya just doing your job, don’t mean to disrespect ya
But we’ve been going through this thang since way back
I told ya when I get the dough I would pay back
But I got problems babayy…yea, if you only knew
I got bigger problems babbayyy
So why ya talkin about the money that I owe, like as if I didn’t know man, it don’t mean nothing to me
Cause right now I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, could you please stop f-ckin with me?
Listen here, I aint lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year, and my momma keep smoking that s-it
On top of that, I’m broke, please put that in your notes for the next one to call me up talking that sh-t

[Verse 2]
Hey, Dear Mr. Policeman
Hey am I wrong, aint you suppose to keep the peace man?
I coulda swore I was driving pretty peaceful
So why the hell is you pullin over me fo’?
Is it this black Mercedez? (Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it)
Or cause I’m black? Hmmm, maybe
Hey, tell me why my hands start sweatin and I hold my breath everytime that you get behind me
I turn my music down, so you won’t hear a sound, man I’m nervous like I got a couple pounds on me
You pulled me over, you frown on me
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
Thug niggas, drug dealers, its a trip, every nigga in this whip got a mothaf-ckin college degree

[Verse 3]
Yea, my middle finger to the law, bustin off, tryna touch the sky
My teacher said, “Impossible”, but I’mma f-ckin try
Plus how he gon’ tell me, he dont make the rules
There’s niggas dying everyday, but we don’t make the news
Instead they talkin bout some thunderstorm, cyclones
Timmy got his bike stole, top story, Tiger Woods “be f-ckin all these white hoes”
Anchorman stop snitchin
Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches, hey my goodness
How ironic, on trial for possession of some chronic
My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet
Hey your honor, is you kidding? How you sit above me?
Are you perfect mothaf-cker, how you finna judge me?
When you home you dont cuss, drink and puff like us
These cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff
They hate they jobs and they days be f-cked up like us
At the end of the day, you niggas just like us

Premeditated Murder : J. Cole

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Am I changing right before your eyes?
Becoming someone you don't recognize
As if I was disguised, I'm on that shit as if I was the Fly
I'm touchin' skies, no puffin' lie
Man these songs that I made in my bedroom and shit
Gon' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip
From a Civic to a Chevy must've died and went to heaven
Like a passenger on 9/11 -- please go find a reverend
You see I promise that I'd never change
But that was way before I made the dough and met the game
Say hello to Miss Thang, I forgot yo name, she yellow
And even white women want a nigga -- Othello
I'm ballin' with nuggets, like fuck it I'm Carmello
Now the crib got much room -- Portobello
She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow
I sit yo ass down like you was playin' a cello
See, you niggas hated and I levitated further
Knew I would kill the game, premeditated murder
So if it comes down, may the best man win
No sweat like a hair pin

Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen
You know it can't get no better for me
No it can't get no better for me
Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen
You know it can't get no better for me
No it can't get no better for me

I'ma kill the game and invite witnesses
No death penalty, I'm givin' out life sentences
Like keep grindin' boy, your life can change in one year
And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere
Yeah, look here I pay dues
My own worst enemy so fuck it either way I can't lose
808's so my south niggas feel me
Light-skinned so the house niggas feel me
She catch me creepin' out your house she'll kill me
Is it worth it what's under that blouse?
My heart'll turn pitch black and cold if I split with my girl
If I could gift-wrap the globe, I would give you the world
Do you love me like you used to?
Even though I ain't that nigga that you're used to
Remember back when I was broke, you would fix me
Do you prefer the broke me or the rich me
The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal
And now I pay for everything, how you feel?
Mixed feelings 'cause now all the chicks feelin' him
You gotta adapt though never goin' back

Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen
You know it can't get no better for me
No it can't get no better for me
Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen
You know it can't get no better for me
No it can't get no better for me

I can't keep running away
I can't keep running away
I swear I'm coming back today
But if I'm wrong
And I ain't got what it takes
Then all dem people that was counting on me
Boy won't you climb down the mountain for me