- J. Cole The Cure 歌詞
- J. Cole
- Cole World, the new Nat King
If I ain't the illest nıgga, I'm his new vaccine
Really more like poison when his New Jack Swing
And my bed is like a deck of cards - two black queens
A nıgga don't like me, he just a fuccing hater
What you made last week, I just tipped the fuccing waiter
What that feel like? Tell me what that feel like?
Nıgga fucc your Twitter, bıtches follow me in real life
Welcome back, ladies and gentleman, to a brand new season. Dreamville, Cole World. So much has happened in our time apart
I can't wait to share it with you all in due time. Did you miss me?
I know I missed you. Can't believe these nıggas ain't rap on this shıt man...
Heard nıggas got beef
Then they see me on the street, and don't speak
Heard nıggas dropping songs every week, but they weak
Yeah, I heard about your deal, hope they keep the receipt
Heard nıggas out there saying I would be Memphis Bleek
Well, how you feel when that nıgga got mills?
And you sitting, commenting, discussing on how you feel
Bout another nıgga shıt, or another nıgga chips
Meanwhile I'm on the strip, putt puttin' wit ya bıtch
Cut something in the 6 then dip to 160
Bıtch don't fucc with me, trust nıgga I'm sick
Can't tag me , fucc nıgga I'm it—watch this
With my heart on my sleeve I bleed pardon my greed
I plead insanity, with a side of vanity
How can it be I blew up singlehandedly
Nobody handed me shıt
Granted though, I planned to be rich
Understandably, funny how I talk so candidly
On cameras but won't holla at family only randomly
After a few drinks come our realest convos
My handle on my thoughts used to be as ill as Rondo's
Screaming fucc whitey, forgetting I'm still mulatto
Ay reverend, will I get to heaven , he said “hell if I know,” shıt
Stay scheming, day dreaming, chain gleaming
Name should be Abe Lincoln 'cause I cannot tell a lie though
All facts in fact, been all that
Before Kenan and Kel swallow the key to my cell
Which means, I got an impossible lock to pick
And if you want my spot, you gotta go through lots of shıt
Nıgga, Cole the truth , you the opposite
I be tryna figure out why I cannot commit
With who I've known for years, is it hoes or fear
Meanwhile she wonder if the one she chose is pure
No cure for the cold, rather Cole the cure
Them last lines was more honest than your whole career
Nıgga, you a phony, only got few homies
I prefer lonely, you rap nıggas don't know me
Staying to myself, not concerned 'bout my health
I'm a mothafucca and yo baby mother is a milf
Couple years ago they had a nıgga sitting on the shelf
Now they tell me “ man you like the realest shıt I ever smelt”
They say, “Boy you got the belt'
'Plus you better than so-and-so!”
I keep it modest but inside I already know it though
Yea thanks my nıgga, yea thanks my nıgga
I deserve but nah this ain't Tank my nıgga
Leave the party like I just robbed a bank my nıgga
Bag full of money, fucc yo debate my nıgga
'Cause two years ago and I ain't make it, I was pissed
But you care a little less about a list when you rich, nıgga
Whenyou rich nıgga...
But that's not what we came here for
We didn't come here to brag
We didn't come here to boast, to stunt. We just came here to flex
Ladies and gentlemen, I appreciate your patience
I assure you, it'll be well worth the wait
In the meantime, if I can get right back into it though. Check it...
How many Kanye beats do a nıgga gotta murder
To prove my mind's further, hater nıgga converter
Took kids to Carowinds which I'm sure you never heard of
'Cause I didn't tell the news or the Fayetteville Observer
I don't do it for the press, I'm blessed, I made it out
Sitting on this plane, my biggest thing to complain about
Somewhere between yesterday and now
I done lost my jewelry, Rollies, chains, almost lost my cool
But see, I just left kids who ain't got a fuccing thing
'Cept a lot of fuccing problems and a lot of fuccing pain
And here I go bıtching 'cause my Jesus piece missing
Got a feeling housekeeping finally caught a nıgga slipping
Eyes wide open, they just found a pot of gold
Now lil' Julio is somewhere shining on you hoes
But that's how it goes, fucc it I'm still breathing
Like my lil' nıgga Jaheim, we here for a reason
That's my lil' man Jaheim
He said, “Cole, can you shout me out on a song?”
I was like, “I don't know man,”
but in my mind I knew I would shout him out though, you know—Fayettenam, 2-6
Dreamville. We from a different world. Cole World...
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