J. Cole - Unabomber Lyrics

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J. Cole - Unabomber Lyrics

yeah
fresh off the mother fucking broadcast
and i'm her, fuego nigga
yeah, hey, uh, it's happening fast
yeah, uh

i told niggas on the low , they ain't hear it though
boy that man in the mirror is a miracle
hey wipe your face, momma told you no more tears would flow
we eating better than we was a few years ago
send you a-s a union on pay day, a week later it's lay day
so you returned the favor, we stayed afloat like some sailors
bill collectors blowing us up, the couldn't fade us
bitch i made straight a's, go ahead, try and degrade us, haters
but this one's funny: man one year later i was on them phones
collecting money, a lesson from me: everybody's got a story dog
unfortunately learned i can't do nothing for you dog
i'm trying to run the whole game like a morning jog
with hits like a porno blog
not hopping out to shower to make ten dollars an hour
ain't judging though, to each his own
you pay your bills and raise your kids inside a decent home
more power to you, but a message to you fuck niggas
i hope your kids grow up and never wanna fuck with you
this punk nigga knocked up two hoes at the same time
and told this nigga they was lying dog, they ain't mine
that's cold blooded but ain't nothing new
same old, fuck it though, what's up with you?
if you made it this far listening without skipping
then i gotta show love, don't worry i'm just venting
the late night thoughts of a nigga on a mission
and i rock my girl to sleep in missionary position
tuck that a-s in and then i went and grabbed a pen
and now you have it, words flowing like magic, it's truly accurate
you niggas posing like some hoes up in a beauty pageant!
nobody touching me, it's like i got the cooties rapping
remember when we called niggas african booty scratchers?
yeah that was random man, but so is life
you grad your needle, grad your thread, and hope you sew it right
i find myself pheening for a spot to go at night
with the liquor flowing steady and the hoes polite
the fast lane makes me reminisce on slower life
the unabomber, bitch i'm blowing up over night (boom!)
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hey, yo, it's happening fast
i say it's happening fast
all the ? that i had to get past
will it last? or will it pass?
this is for ?
hoes knowing my name
dog, welcome to fame
i pray to god we don't change
but even if you don't
most niggas look at you strange
but i guess i can't complain (hey)
hey man it's happening fast
i say it's happening fast
i say it's happening fast

J. Cole - Like A Star Lyrics

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J. Cole - Like A Star Lyrics

baby girl, roll down the window
i love to see your hair float when the wind blow
even if the money been slow
'ey to you it don't matter cause you still gon' ride with me
you're still gon' ride with me
i say you're still gon' ride with me
i know you're still gon' ride with me, hey

welcome to the life of a, nice brother
light skind-ed, black father, white mother
tried to be a player, found out i'm a slight lover
come from carolina, i'm fly, i'm a right brother
went away to school looking for the right lover
you know, someone that couldn't ever worry 'bout a rubber
she had a man, i be damned, think i might love her
thought about her ass for the whole damn summer
man i even memorised her whole damn number
this is my semester dog, i'm coming to arrest her
y'all you know, handcuff her, her ex man, fuck him
oh nah don't be a parr man, that nigga was a dog
so it's me now, and she be everywhere i be now
i wonder, should i tell her what her fella wanna be now?
the dreams i been dreaming and them things i wanna see noww
do they make you wanna leave or would you stil hold me down?
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'ey baby girl, roll down the window
i love to see your hair float when the wind blow
even if te money been slow
'ey to you it don't matter cause you still gon' ride with me
you're still gon' ride with me
i say you're still gon' ride with me
i know you're still gon' ride with me, hey
(just like a star)
cause baby girl you shine (just like a star)
and we gon' do it big (just like a star)
and maybe get a crib (just like a star)
'ey maybe we can live (just like a star)

hey, for you i always had an admiration
we lost touch but you never left my imagination
congratualtions on your graduation
oh now it's time to hit the real world filled with all them résumés and applications
man, but ain't nobody calling you back
you say it's cause you a woman and even more cause you black, imagine that
the weight of everything on your plate
you got the world on your back baby, if you can relate, man i feel for you
'ey has this world got too real for you?
your old friends say you changed but i still know you
you that same old girl i used to take home from school
trynna look cool, forgot i had to break on, damn
time passed and you done grew up
and yeah, it's just like i told you baby look i done blew up
but the money and this little bit of fame ain't changed me
so holla when you need me, i bet you you'll get the same me

'ey baby girl, roll down the window
i love to see your hair float when the wind blow
even if te money been slow
'ey to you it don't matter cause you still gon' ride with me
you're still gon' ride with me
i say you're still gon' ride with me
i know you're still gon' ride with me, hey
(just like a star)
cause baby girl you shine (just like a star)
and we gon' do it big (just like a star)
and maybe get a crib (just like a star)
'ey maybe we can live

just like a star that's in my sky
just like an angel on my pain
you have appeard to my life
it feels like we never be the same
damn and it's been, way too long
can;t find the words to write this song
hey, ugh, still i wanna worry
but it ain't what i do
hey, we do it all the time
goin' out my mind
man

'ey baby girl, roll down the window
i love to see your hair float when the wind blow
even if te money been slow
'ey to you it don't matter cause you still gon' ride with me
you're still gon' ride with me
i say you're still gon' ride with me
i know you're still gon' ride with me, hey
just like a star
just like a star
just like a star
just like a star

J. Cole Ft. Omen & Voli - Pity Lyrics

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J. Cole Ft. Omen & Voli - Pity Lyrics

is this the life that you chose for me?
is this the life that you chose for me?
is this the dice that you rolled for me?
i won't cry about it, i won't cry about it

this is the home of the fast-lifers
where we get high and don't come down, we gets righteous
man, i wonder how hard to live my past life was
cause this one hard, i could show you my scars
i ain't crying tho..
they say that pity's for the next man
or that girl getting beat down by her ex-man
hey, hold your head, mama
i know you wish that nigga dead, mama
if i can find a way to kill him, i won't have any drama
damn mama, tell me who you love
this one is for the boy that sees his mama on drugs
if feel your pain, boy.. just know that i been through the same, boy
that lady needs you more than ever
don't be ashamed boy
cause when it rained, boy, that was your umbrella
the one that changed your pissy sheets when you was a young fella
and now she in the bedroom on her knees
staring at the sky, scraming "lord please!"
tell me now:

is this the life that you chose for me?
is this the life that you chose for me?
is this the dice that you rolled for me?
i won't cry about it, i won't cry about it
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soon as you cling on, my mind's saying "be gone!"
i leave em with wrinkled foreheads, they now klingons
confused, cause friendship's abuse and i'm sorry for it
my life performance been trifling, sometimes i pry my conscience
was never given space, but i always ?
always ? the hand that i was dealt in joker cards
what i was spending like, lonely low energy
performance slow clinically, rolling over we finna be
don't pity me ever, even when them haters answering
? victim, no victim, i'm just a champion
money come in slow, god, intervene
spirit's never broken, i'm just focused, don't pity me
no no no, you see this pain put a strain on my whole life
i seen the rain, seen my dreams turn to long nights
but all i ask is don't pity me, no!
don't pity me, no!

is this the life that you chose for me?
is this the life that you chose for me?
is this the dice that you rolled for me?
i won't cry about it, i won't cry about it

i freestyle life, can barely write the rent
yearly income can barely keep this music life in check
call up mama, hate to borrow money, but christmas near
hey you know what? how about we make each other gifts this year..
friends are calling me up, asking me if i'm signed yet
who i'm working with? am i making dollar signs yet?
disappoint them, within their voices - do they pity me?
disbelief - i'mma stay drilling like them city streets
but ah, it seems like every day is rainy weather
can barely ? my pain and poverty the same umbrella
but he don't care, he don't care, it's hard to keep em dry
no more caterpillar, now you see him change: peeping tom
it's like a flash before your eyes
and get your mash before your ride turns to ash
no more drive, no more gas, before you cry, get your last
before you die, life your past with no regrets
broken x, no looking back man

J. Cole - Lost Ones

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J. Cole - Lost Ones Lyrics

[verse 1 - j cole]
baby girl, i can't imagine what it's like for you
i got you pregnant, now inside there is a life in you
i know you wondering if this is gon' make me think 'bout wifing you
like if you have my first child, would i spend my whole life with you?
now i ain't trying to pick a fight with you, i'm trying to talk
now i ain't trying to spend the night with you, i'm kinda lost, see
i've been giving it some thought lately, and
frankly i feel like we ain't ready and this..
hold up now, let me finish!
think about it baby, me and you we still kids ourselves
how we gonna raise a kid by ourself? handle biz by ourself?
a nigga barely over 20, where the hell we gon' live?
where am i gon' get that money?
i refuse to bring my boy and my girl in this world
when i ain't got shit to give em
and i'm not with them niggas who be knocking girls up and skate out
so girl you gotta think about how the options weigh out
what's the way out?

[hook: j cole] (x2)
and i ain't too proud to tell you that i cry sometimes
i cry sometimes, about it
and girl i know it hurt, but
if this world was perfect, then we can make it work
but i doubt it
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[verse 2: j cole]
she say nigga "you got some nerve
to come up to me talking about abortion
this my body nigga, so don't think you finna force shit!
see i knew that this is how you act, so typical
said you love me oh but now you flipping like reciprocals, figures though
should've known that you was just another nigga
no different from them other niggas who be
claiming that they love you just to get up in them drawers
knowing all the right things to say
i let you hit it raw, muthafucka!
now i'm pregnant, you don't wanna get involved muthafucka?
trying to take away a life, is you god muthafucka?
i don't think so, this a new life up in my stomach
regardless if i'm your wife, this new life here
i'mma love it, i ain't budging
i just do this by my muthafucking self
see, my mama raised me with no muthafucking help, from a man
but i still don't understand how you could say that
did you forget all those conversations
that we had way back about your father? and you told me
that you hate that nigga, talking about he a coward
and you so happy that you ain't that nigga, cause he
left your mama when she had you and he ain't shit
now here you go doing the same shit..
you ain't shit nigga!"

[hook: j. cole]

[verse 3: j cole]
they say everything happens for a reason
and people change like the seasons, they grow
apart, she wanted him to show his
heart and say he loved her, he spoke them
magic words and on the same day he fucked her
now she wide open, she put a ring up on his finger
if she could, but he loved her cause the pussy good
but she ain't no wife though, uh oh!
she telling him she missed her period like typos
he panicking, froze up like a mannequin
a life grows inside, now he asking "is it even mine?"
what if this bitch ain't even pregnant dog
could she be lying? and she be crying cause he acting
distant, like "ever since i told you this, nigga
you acting different". and all his niggas saying
these hoes be trapping niggas. playing with niggas'
emotions like they some action figures
where they get pregnant for collateral
it's like extortion, man
if that bitch really pregnant tell her to get
an abortion.. but what about your seed nigga?

J Cole - How High

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J Cole - How High Lyrics

whats love got to do, go to do with it
i get a little taste then i’m through with it
then i send it right back to you with it

(how high)

whats love got to do, go to do with it
i get a little taste then i’m through with it
then i send it right back to you with it

[j. cole - verse 1]
visionary play your position, no missionary
but yet i pack gospel in the quotes i spoke
you listening to the most high like the pope on dope
now picture that
my poetry’s deep now fish for that
only real niggas catch something, phoney niggas fail
shit you gotta feel like it’s only read in braille
both did the crime but his homie didn’t tell
so he f-cking bitches while he sitting lonely in a cell
thinking well, what the hell i been on
they gave a nigga five then they threw another ten on
by the time i’m back on the streets like a bachelor
i gotta play the clubs like an old ass woman
live is a movie, pick your own role
climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole
sit around crying thats like sitting round dying
you wanna touch the sky bitch you figure out flying

[chorus]
nigga how high, so high that i could touch the sky
how sick, so sick that i could f-ck yo’ bitch
nigga please, my squad stack plenty of g’s
and if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees
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nigga how high, so high that i could touch the sky
how sick, so sick that i could f-ck yo’ bitch
nigga please, my squad stack plenty of g’s
and if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees

[j. cole - verse 2]
hey, as the troubles of the world unfurl
my niggas hit the trees like squirrels
tryna get a nut with your girl
think i need to quit trying ‘fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
karma for the karma sutra
a lot calmer when the ganja’s through ya
you need ya armour cause them niggas out here tryna shoot ya
kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out that honda
for stashing that marijuana
yes, ya honour, i feel ashamed
i broke the law but look i’ll never smoke or steal again
in your courtroom wylin’ out, i don’t mean to keep smiling
but right now i’m high enough to probably steal a plane
man, just look at me, what if i couldn’t read?
would you throw the book at me
what if i’m feeling sad, am i supposed to look happy
it’s been a long time coming
tell my nigga roll me up something

[chorus]

[j. cole ]
no i dont smoke, maybe once in a blue
when the tention gets thick than there’s nothing to do
through the windows of my soul, open the blind
my eyes get shut but i open my mind

how high, la la la la
how high, hey hey hey
how high, yeah yeah yeah yeah
how high, la la la la

is that a shot little man?
i understand, you frustrated career aint going how you planned
make it worse, you’re friends, now when they talk rap
all you hear is “j cole this” and “j cole that”
it must be hard for your projects to take all that
i know your weak heart gotta break off that
boy, look, cole world this is your worst fear
i’m burning you n-ggas and i’m only in first gear
i’m serving you niggas this is only the first beer
12 months from now, you’ll be having the worst year
no tears for the haters, i’m still counting money
cole aint dropping, thats real f-cking funny
grade a dummy, sleeping on a nigga raps
something like a mummy
but i’mma wake yo’ ass up
something like your mommy on school day
i smoke two l’s with ya girl this is cool j

how high
how high
how high, yeah
how high, yeah

whats love got to do, got to do with it
i get a little taste then i’m through with it
yeah i send it right back to you with it

J. Cole - Return Of Simba

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J. Cole - Return Of Simba Lyrics

In my freshest Js, I ain’t slept in days
Girl, you gon’ make me late undressin’ me
Know you ain’t seen me since yesterday
But, see, I got a date with destiny
‘Cause this the summer that our life change
Hov asked me, “Is you ready for it?”
I looked around at all his nice things
Told him, “Nigga, you already know it”

Bitch, I’m the man of the year
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight through this bitch (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m the man of the year
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What you ‘sposed to do when the OG niggas don’t get it?
Lost what was once theirs but they won’t quit it
Homie, it’s a new era, middle finger to the suit-wearers
Lemme show you how to move in a room
For the dudes that don’t got a fuckin’ clue how to do this
Prolly worked with Cube, so to them, this a Rubik
My President is black, but my jeweler’s still Jewish
So you know it cost, he makin’ a killin’ off me
Red diamonds he designin’ got me shinin’
Spotlight cover my body, my chain blindin’
A cop light runner, they wanna but can’t find him
Me and Hovi Hov, out on the same island
Took the whip to the other side of Jamaica
Seen how he was livin’, said “I gotta get my weight up”
Formulated my plan, motivated by dreams
Parlayed wit’ my mans, motivated my team
Ced said, “Look, my niggas, we got a foot in”
Bein’ good is good, that’ll get you Drew Gooden
But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin’
Can’t guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden
Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris Farley
So like him, you’ll be gone too early
Mama hands together like 6:30
And Cole keep a thick bitch I like to call Big Shirley
All my ’90s niggas is gon’ get it
18 and under, that’s prolly gon’ take a minute
I’ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me
I’ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me
At the time of this rhyme, five years ’til I know thirty
Cole World in the summer brings snow flurries
This next shit is in no way to boast
But my city love breakfast, ’cause niggas had toast early
Coach had us doin’ jumpin’ jacks
Then sent us to the water fountain after runnin’ laps
My nigga went and grabbed his bookbag, threw it on his back
And brought it to me just to show me he was fuckin’ strapped
We was twelve years old, how was we to know better?
I analyzed his life and see that he was so set up
Live by the trigger, ’cause no father figure
Means you don’t got a nigga comin’ ’round to guide a nigga
All you got is mama bringin’ home these rotten niggas
Blowin’ reefers, all the teachers do is ride a nigga
So this is who I speak fo’
To give the young niggas somethin’ they could reach fo’
You better dream, boy
Yeah, I stunt, but I’m a li’l more realer
When it come from the heart, don’t it feel mo’ iller?
Watch my flow go bananas, I’m a li’l gorilla
So pardon me, man, y’all gon’ have to pardon me
They say I rep that ‘Ville too much, but that shit just a part of me
It’s flowin’ out through my arteries, who hard as me? You JV, I’m varsity
No field trip, ain’t hard to see, this real shit, you R&B
Seen a movie wit’ yo’ bitch in it, and listen it, was starrin’ me
(Woo!) That boy Simba crazy
Hotter that Ike Turner temper, you December, maybe
And though you wish me well, I know deep down you wish I’d fail
It’s Judgment Day, I’m here to give you pussy niggas hell
And some food for thought, I can serve a plate
Wit’ dessert to take, wit’ dessert to take
Yeah, I heard the hate, but the wait is fuckin’ over
It’s like I’m fuckin’ Oprah, well worth the wait
Maybe over your head, I’m ahead of my time
Niggas scared of my future, I know they dreadin’ my prime
‘Cause I only made classics, now what that take? Timing
Cole under pressure, what that make? Diamonds
(Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds…)

J. Cole - True Love

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J. Cole True Love Lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayo, paper, green or chedder, cheese or bread
The cream is better, cake niggas fiend to get a piece of this American dream
It seems it’s sunken to where this money is all they in love with
Like paper, green or chedder, cheese or bread
The cream is better, cake niggas fiend to get a piece of this American dream
It seems it’s sunken to where this money is all they in love with

[J. Cole - Verse 1]
Yo, Tasha, a fox but, been round the block cause niggas jock her
The wannabe model she dating mobsters
Been involved with street kids to kingpins
Got a thing for the bad boys
Thats how she meets him, see him is cat named black
Real name Jack James, stacks change
Real big in the crack game
She’s seen that Range and she’s seen that chain
The bling made the dame wanna give up her last name
She was wit, but he was pimp like, just like Ike was
Treated her like it was the Fight Club
Hit her with rights, blood drippin’ on white rug
By the end of the night, they would kiss and she was iced up
Long as he kept her iced up, she piped down
Hit her off with a little pipe to mic bounce
Down south where a nigga wouldn’t return for days or weeks
She was too afraid to cheat
So you aint even gotta ask
As long as she got a Prada bag
Or an Armani exchange skirt showing a lot of ass
She’s good, living the life, she’s ballin’
too bad she picked the wrong nigga to get involved with
See the nigga black had problems and enemies
And snake niggas is friends only pretend to be
And cats is out for his head, he caught in some shit
Just watch how Tasha gets tossed in the mix

[Chorus]
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[J. Cole - Verse 2]
Now Black owed money and when it comes to this money, trust me
You can’t tip toe with nobody cause niggas will do insane things to get they cream
Won’t even speak, let the bullets explain things
Thats how it is, paybacks a bitch right especially if you didn’t pay back
Niggas is sick like, run up in your crib like “bitch where’s the bread at?”
“You got a week to get it, dont got it, you’ll regret it”
Funny I said it cause Jack’s in the same exact predicament
Got a foot in the grave and still digging it
Owe some niggas money with no intentions of giving it
Them niggas is sending warnings, he isn’t listening
Tomorrow morning they buss in his front door
And a swarm of muthafuckers with guns drawn coming at
On the hunt for Black, Tasha gets smacked
But Jack’s gone a whole week before he gets back but
Niggas is through waiting, they been too patient already
They aint recieved a f-cking penny
So they called a nigga up
Told him if he doesnt get the dough
And give it up n the next 6 hours, his bitch is f-cked
But, hold up!
The nigga Black answers with “So What!”
“I gives a f-ck, shoot the hoe up, still won’t show up”
Hung the phone up, toss it back and she knew
Sorry baby girl, this is what chedder can do!