- J. Cole Dolla A Dream 歌詞
- J. Cole
- 編曲: Just Blaze
For all my ville *****s man
All my Carolina *****s man, (lights off and ****)
All my real ** ***s, no matter where you come from
A dolla and a dream, thats all a ***** got
So if its about that cream, then I'm all up in the spot
I was raised in the F-A-Y (why), a ***** never gave me nothing?
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, **** him, that's life
And trust me I'm living, look what a ***** made out
The **** that I was given, look what a ***** came out
Momma sewing patches on my holes
Man, our hoes couldn't put this flame out
Straight up, I got my back against the brick wall
I'm from a world where *****s never pop no Cristal, it was pistols
You pass through, you better pray them bullets missed y'all
I thank the Lord, He let a ***** make it this far
A lot *****s don' t, a lot of moms weep
I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me
You never know when a ***** might try to harm me
Rest In Peace that **** * John Lee, I pour liquor, homie
It's foul, but yo the world keeps spinning
Gotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linen
***** I'mma eat, even if it means sinning
*****s want beef, I'mma sink my teeth in 'em
Pause, I go harder, I am all about a dollar
You *****s street smart ? I'm a ************* scholar
So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my money is long
So much dough, them hoes will think I' m rocking money cologne
Have a model at the crib waiting, 'Honey, I'm home.'
Cooking greens for a *****, give 'em plenty, a dome
It's funny, we dream about money so much its like we almost got it
Until we reach up in our pockets, its time to face reality
The ville is a trap ***** now
And if you ain't focused you gonna be here for awhile, yeah
My ***** Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun
Type a ***** know about every car, but don't got one
That's hunger, no wonder **** *s ******* with the evils
Posted on the corner, selling crack like its legal
But who am I to judge how a ***** get his paper?
This money coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up
I guess I gotta wake up these *****s myself
An E&J sipper, but my **** is top shelf
Young J, the rawest **** you *****s ever heard of
A journalist *****, call me the Fayetteville Observer
You know the routine, man
Fayettnam
Real *****s can relate
And Ville *****s can relate, man
My *****s know about the struggle, man
What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, *****?
I had the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh ****
I was in like first grade man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out, the Jordan Sixes
Them **** was so fly man, I wanted them so bad
Darryl what up man?
My ***** Darryl had them *** *s on in class yo
I wanted that **** so bad
I begged my mom for that ****, you know
But she couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me
Got me some Reeboks black tops, ahaha
But that was all good tho, cuz uh
The year after that I had, I had some, some no name ****s
Some all black ****s, haha
Them ****s had metal, metal shoelace buckles and ****, you know?
But you know back then *****s didn't
*****s ain't even know he was broke man, no worries and ****
But uh, times have changed man, I got bills
My mom is in debt, what you know about that?
College loans and ****, *****
Gotta get this money, ma
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