Lyrics
Trap tune
I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune, say it now
Hands up
I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
Say what?
The real is back (the ville is back)
Flow bananas here, peel this back
And what you'll find is, your highness
Can paint a picture that is vivid enough to cure blindness
Carolina's (finest)
You knew that already
And turned to the greatest, I proved that already
And if you would like, I do it twice
I just sharpen my blade for a minute but came lost in my ways
For my niggas that was tossin' the graves
Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts and get lost in the days
We used to play before your coffin was made
Just got the call nigga got caught with a straight
Hope he's okay
Just got paid what Cochran got paid to free OJ
Just to share my life on the stage in front of strangers
Who know a nigga fall to well, and that's the danger
Know me better than I know myself
I rip a page out my notebook in anger
And let these thoughts linger singing
Don't give 'em too much you
Don't let 'em take control
This one thing you do
Don't let 'em taint your soul
Sing, if you believe in God
One thing's for sure
If you ain't aim too high
Then what? You aim too low
Then you aim too low
What's the price for a black man life?
I check the toe tag, not one zero in sight
I turn the TV on, not one hero in sight
Unless he dribble or he fiddle with mics
Look out the window 'cause tonight the city lit up
With lights, cameras and action
May no man alive come through and damage my faction
I brought you niggas with me 'cause I love you like my brothers
And your mothers like my mother
Think we need a plan of action
The bigger we get the more likely egos collide
It's just physics, please let's put our egos aside
You my niggas, and should our worst tendencies turn us into enemies
I hope that we remember these
Nights fulla Hennessey
When Hov around, we switch up on that D'usse
Gotta show respect, one day we tryna stay where you stay
Cause we from where you from
I'm not talkin' bout the slums
I'm talkin' 'bout that mind state that keep a black nigga dumb
Keep a black nigga dyin' by a black nigga gun
And keep on listening to the frontin' ass rap niggas son
Yeah I said son
This is New York's finest
For eleven winters straight I took on New York's climate
Like show me New York's ladder
I climb it and set the bar so high that you gotta get Obama
To force the Air Force to find it
Never mind it, you'll never reach that
Cole is the hypnotist, control the game whenever he snap
That's every track, sing
Don't give 'em too much you
Don't let 'em take control
This one thing you do
Don't let 'em taint your soul
If you believe in God
One thing's for sure
If you ain't aim too high
Then what? You aim too low
You aim too low
I ain't serve no posse
I ain't slave to no dope
I don't bring no lies
Niggas ain't my cross
I don't play no games
Boy, I ain't no joke
Like the great Rakim
When I make my notes
You niggas might be ill
Or you might be K
Or you might be Slick Rick with my 2 Chainz
Or you might be Jessie J or Kendrick Lamar
Is that your birthday, nigga?
Now you in the Cal'
Say what, nigga
Call the Cal', call the Cal'
So sick nigga
January 28th
Trap tune
I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
I'm gonna make a million dollars off a rap tune
Oh shit
Fayetteville, North Carolina
Say it now
Soul Six, make some motherfucking noise one time tonight, goddamnit
Bring all the lights up please so I can see everybody
In this motherfucker one time tonight, goddamnit
Ay, this shit crazy
Ay, this shit crazy
All the way in the back, wassup
We see y'all niggas in the back, wassup?
Okay, left side what's up, we see y'all niggas man
Right side what's boppin', goddamnit
Hey yo, and you know we see this shit down here, this shit
Look, this shit, listen
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself
I go by the name of J. Cole, Cole fuckin' world
And I'm from the Ville
A few months back I dropped this album
It was called, "2014 Forest Hill Drive"
I don't know how many people heard about that shit
They tryna say, they tryna say it was the first album
In twenty-five years to go platinum without no fuckin' features and shit
They said that, they said that, I ain't said that
They said that
But since they said that, since they said that
Fayette now if it's cool with y'all, and only if it's cool with y'all
I'm tryna perform the whole fuckin' album for y'all tonight
If that's cool with you
Can I do that shit on some Ville shit?
Okay then, on some Ville shit, okay then
But y'all know this whole album is a journey
From front to back this whole shit is a journey
So before we go too far in the fuckin' journey
I wanna press rewind and take y'all to a time
When I was just a young boy