- J. Cole 2Face 歌詞
- J. Cole
- '2face'
Hey I got a dolla in a dream
But its all a nigga got so its about that green
And Im all up in that spot
Hey Yeah the mental state of a young black genius conflicted
The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive
Money and clothes I done dreamed about
And all the hoes that I thinked about
Ey tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I neva had
Waving gats instead of flags the American dream
Why do we cling to the villians?
Knowing they killin
My niggas high enough to swaing from the ceiling
Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook
Filled with dreams, this is my whole book
Still the screams from girls shot and killed fill my head on a daily
At times I question God can you blame me they cant tame me?
My voice screech through the street Im a beast on em
Oh no he will not fold you will not see a priest on him
He will not slip or lose his grip they got them cleats on em
But never will he run unless you call police on em
One time, two times, three times
Sometimes I scrap sometimes Im throwin up the peace sign
Its two sides to a nigga though
I said Its two sides to a nigga yo
Ey look sometimes Im feeling high
Then Im feeling low
Lord will I die will I survive let a nigga know
You say you know me but what side did you get to know?
Its two sides to a nigga yo yo yo
Yeah some pussy niggas put out on me and my mans
Wasnt for the pistol we drop em right there where he stands
But stillwe never ran foolish pride made us stand right there
Not understanding we could lose our life there
And then the hit us, thinking bout the close calls from long distance
Ugh as lil niggas in the Ville we was trippin
Type of nose ass niggas to watching the fight until its over
They ran when the gatts came out, I moved closer
Foolish what was I thinking? wasnt trying to be cool its
Just the thrill of the danger get so filled up with anger
When a stranger get to violating
He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch I, ll annihilate him
Im tired of wait on my ticket out this motherfucka
Hope they dont kill me before I get up out this motherfucka
I gotta go,
Now can I be that nigga I thought I was? I gotta know
Will I make it like I thought I would? I gotta blow
One time, two times, three times
Sometimes I scrap sometimes Im throwin up the peace sign
Its two sides to a nigga though
I said Its two sides to a nigga yo
Ey look sometimes Im feeling high
Then Im feeling low
Lord will I die will I survive let a nigga know
You say you know me but what side did you get to know?
Its two sides to a nigga yo yo yo
Yeah I seen heaven, seen hell
The two faces of the Ville
One side dreams, the other sides real
One side schemes, the other side deals
What the pain brings another mother cry still
Why the fuck am I here God?
That nigga died why the fuck am I still alive?
I feel ashamed cause the good Lord done
brought all this success to me
And all I seem to focus on is all this stress on me
Bless homie we breathin
Cold world got me sneezing
Wrote this when I was broke so hey I guess we even
Though it blows fighting demons trying to stop from bustin semen
In an unfamiliar bitch I know my niggas feel this shit
How could I fuck her raw? And I just met the hoe
My dick took over it aint never felt this wet before
Im stressing in my mind but its way to late to stop it
Make this shit so bad, I had a condom in my pocket
Lets change the topic
Before I go berserk
Im so alert, riding down 95
Naw I aint finna to go to work
Im headed back home aint staying that long
Im chasing dreams shawty Im paying back loans
Im paying dues that a nigga paying tax on
Im tryina blow like a nigga playing saxophone
Im playing daddy to another niggas daughter
Dont worry even Jesus never saw his real father
I dont bother me at all though
Yeah say it dont bother me
They got me thinking bout my mom though
Man I cant wait to sing this song I be like, I be like
Hey dont cry hey ohh no
We aint gotta worry bout the money no more
We aint gotta worry bout how them bill get paid
We aint gotta worry how the meals get fed
Hey dont cry hey ohh no
We aint gotta worry bout the money no more
We aint gotta worry bout how them bill get paid
We aint gotta worry how the meals get fed
Hey Hey Hey
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