J. Cole

[fox69]

"Grown Simba"

"Grown Simba"



Now I was dreaming bout a deal at the age of 13
I was feignin for the meals, I ain't talkin Burger King.
Some of my niggas in the 'ville all they did was serve things.
Fuck scales, I had skills, all day rehearsing.
Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting.
All they wanted was some waves like they fuckin surfin.
Hold up now, don't get it twisted I ain't hatin, do ya thing.
I was like a young Simba, couldn't wait to be the king.
Now a nigga is the prince.
Hopped over the fence where the grass way greener.
Look at Shorty ass way meaner.
Somethin like Sarina mixed with Trina have you seen her?
She fine enough to be Ms. Howard, word to Edina.
My money like a senior, watch it graduate.
Now it's time to eat, I'm lettin all my niggas grab a plate.
Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phonies.
These niggas heard about me now they actin like they know me.
Keep on sayin, where ya goin nigga.

Shit, it ain't no tellin.
Ey where ya goin nigga.
Ey, it ain't no tellin.
They keep on sayin where ya goin nigga, goin nigga.
It ain't no tellin.
Can't tell ya where I'm goin.
Just know I won't stop.
Good bye to the bottom, hello to the, top.

Pardon the interruption.
A proper introduction is necessary, when your shit is legendary.
Man, greedy niggas wouldn't let me in the cafeteria and.
Cause they ain't believe, suddenly they Presbyterian.
The hoes is librarians, they lookin me up.
She got a Jones like Marion, she lickin me up.
Then we cut, look at how she say my name.
I got her moanin J. Cole, they used to say Jermaine.
I never change, I'm like a corpse in a coffin.
Six feet, shits deep.
I was low, just a dolla and some hope, fix me.
Cause I was broke, plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser.
Lord please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercer.
I'm a star, Converses conversin with them girls with them curves like cursive.
They open like curtains, cause my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio.
Same bitches used to play me though.
Now they yellin, where ya goin nigga.

Shit, it ain't no tellin.
Ey where ya goin nigga.
Shit, it ain't no tellin.
They keep on sayin where ya goin nigga, goin nigga.
It ain't no tellin.
Can't tell ya where I'm goin.
Just know I won't stop.
Good bye to the bottom, hello to the, top.

I left the city for a minute, but it's still on my back.
Told my niggas, Ey I'm finna put the 'Ville on the map.
I'll be back, and I'm comin with a deal and a plaque.
Cause I'm I'll bitch, they couldn't make a pill for the rap.
Pourin liquor for my niggas that was kissin em back.
Came home, shit is real, niggas still in the trap.
Hold up now, don't get it twisted, if you slang do ya thang.
Me I'm like a young Simba, I can't wait to be the king.
Witness the dream.
Straight out that Carolina water I was brought up.
In the city where the skinny niggas tryin to be the ballers.
Ain't no fathers, but the skinny niggas tryin hit they daughters.
Sneakin in the crib, but her momma never caught us.
What they taught us, man them bad bitches only want the ballers.
To start us, We hoopin, now them hoes want to guard us.
Uh, ok so play D, know what I mean.
And I, I, I put ya on the team.
And this life is but a dream.
And I need a fast car, bad broads, fast forward, passport, I'm a fuckin rap star.
Ey where ya goin nigga.
Shit, it ain't no tellin.
They say this life is but a dream.
Well I need a fast car, bad broads, fast forward, passport, I'm a fuckin rap star.
Ey where ya goin nigga.
It ain't no tellin.

 

[fox69]

"Head Bussa"

"Head Bussa"


[Intro: J.Cole]
Now do I roll up, get higher?
Or po' up, get tired?
Do I roll up, get higher?
Or po' up, get tired?

[Verse 1:]
Okay, I'm back on a mission
To pay my tuition
Got loans out the ass
What you know 'bout my past?
I was so late for class
Hit the probate, get trashed
Fell asleep off the Henny
Back in '08 I crashed
With my foot on the gas
Thank the Lord I'm still here
No insurance so now I'm racin' home on first gear
On that morn' I shed tears
Asking what I'm doing here
I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the fuckin' flu in here
But yet I'm just chillin' like I'm back on the yard
My niggas say I'm the truth and when I rap they applaud
That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source
It's like I'm tryna get the head, but she's just jackin' me off
I needed more
Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store
Put my feet on floor
Borrow money from mi amor
Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour
She held you down, now you out here fuckin' 'round

[Hook: J. Cole]
Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas (What?)
Gold diggers, Crys sippers (What?)
Cold nigga, flow sicker (What?)
Muthafucka, I'm a fuckin' head bussa go
Coming down on the strip liqour in the whip
Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold
Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money
Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old
But errthing that glitter ain't gold
The grass ain't greener I've been told
She told me, boy you want your cake and eat it too
I said it's cake, that's what your supposed to do

[Verse 2:]
Ok my granny just died, but I'm too broke to go
And she askin my fears but she too close to know
Got trust issues I'm trying, where it come from? Don't know
I just block out the pain, blow the fuck up get dough
See I thought that would help me, it turns out it's worse now
My girl want her first child, my label won't work out
My mama don't see me unless I'm on tv, I pray she don't break down
She strong but she need me
They killed Saddam, now I wonder who's sane
How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne?
Old chick callin', but I'm onto new thangs
She still a dime, but I always lose change
Young Simba, went from bottom of the food chain to a few chains
In a new Range
She tellin' me so much has happened
Would've thought you changed
We ain't fuck in nine months it's safe to say I'm due man

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Heartache"

"Heartache"


[Intro:]
Yeah yeah yeah
Elite Elite Elite... Elite
Ya know

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Slim nigga, lyrically on my limbs
Bigga then a nigga hittin' the gym
Regular benchpressin' the bar,
Ten steps up from ya'll, you could follow my lead,
If you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin' at me
But please hold your applause
Ya'll holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the flo'
Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho
And she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo'
I never pound with the flo, at times I wonder
Aye when they listen to my shit man can they hear my hunger?
Or will these hatin' ass rappers try to steal my thunder
Aye this is big shit poppin', you gon' need a plunger
To take me under, niggas in trouble
You lookin' at Lebron James of the game
I could do anything that you name
I could blaze any rapper in the game that you bring
Pour gasoline on the brain, got the flame for that
So you hatin' niggas refrain from that
A little bitter cause yo game is whack
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah

[Chorus]
Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine
Take what's mine
Hey, hey

[Verse 2]
A dolla and a dream, that's all a nigga got
So, if it's 'bout that C.R.E.A.M, then I'm all up in the spot
I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but naw I ain't flashin'
I never gave a fuck about no high-end fashion
And maybe I was too broke, maybe I'm just too dope
To rap about that regular shit, or bag a regular bitch
These niggas talkin' like they on the next level and shit
But Cole's flow so cold, Bet the devil get sick
How do you want it? So sick I make you mentally vomit
These rappers askin' for beats and they ain't even fit to be on it
I see 'em writin' about rappers, I should be sick to my stomach
Because they talk 'bout the future but didn't mention me on it
So now I'm back in the kitchen, cookin' I'm meant to be one of the greatest
No niggas seein' me, this century us and you hate it
Look how I played it, other niggas was jaded
Under-appreciated, now Carolina is rated
I let Elite breathe, yeah
Hey, uh uh uh
I let Elite breathe, yeah

[Chorus]
Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine
Take what's mine
Hey, hey

 

[fox69]

"Heavy"

"Heavy"


Mo' liquor when we ride, toast niggas we alive
Gold diggers look inside, I ain't in the back
Me I'm in the front seat, driving like I'm one deep
If you wanna come see, you know where I'm at
Go getters on the rise, toast niggas we arrived
Old niggas step aside, ain't no coming back
Big things on my mind, switch lanes and recline
Get brains from a dime, How u love that?

[Verse 1]
Alone in my zone, tell me don't it sound stunning
Been fucked the world but she just now cummin'
If I ever fell off I would hit the ground runnin'
I ain't never been the one for fourth down puntin'
Aiming at a couple heads, bitch I'm crown huntin'
Red dots cause a nigga dread locks
So I lock pick just to lock shit back
I want Money, Power, Respect since the Lox said that
Better stay up on your toes, this is not tic tac
Yet, I'm a breath of fresh air, you can place your bets here
Ballin' like a Laker you should pray for next year
Cause I'm repeating and I'm three-peatin'
And I'm knee deep in the game its quick sand and I keep sinkin'
The label heat seekin', nigga ain't sign me, what the fuck was he thinkin'
They say I killed the game, that was only pre-season

I'm heavy
Lil nigga I'm heavy
I'm so heavy, I'm feeling heavy
Carolina I'm heavy
In New York I'm heavy
Out in LA I'm heavy
I'm so heavy

We got more liquor when we ride, toast niggas we alive
Gold diggers look inside, I ain't in the back
Me I'm in the front seat, driving like I'm one deep
If you wanna come see, you know where I'm at
Go getters on the rise, toast niggas we arrived
Old niggas step aside, ain't no coming back
Big things on my mind, switch lanes and recline
Do you love that?

[Verse 2]
No album to my name and I'm already hot, you can say I'm pre-heated
If money talks, mine telling your's "be seated"
Cut my leg off I wouldn't be defeated
Illest nigga in the game bitch and you can retweet it
Email the shit make sure you CC it
For these fuck niggas who don't wanna believe it
I be in the airport damn near bare foot
Security hollin' out, Cole we need it
Getting high as fuck and I don't even be weeded
No point drinkin' I can't even be faded
Real recognise real like they related
You ain't no fucking G boy, your style G-Rated
Hatred is flattery I'm glad to be hated
fuckin' bad bitches that would rather be dated
Carolina niggas just glad that he made it
My money was running late now, now it's happy belated

I'm heavy, nigga I'm heavy
I'm so heavy, I'm feeling heavy
Lil nigga in New York I'm heavy
Queens, I'm feeling heavy
Fayettenam nigga I'm so heavy
I'm feeling heavy
Lil nigga I'm heavy

 

[fox69]

"Hello"

"Hello"


[Pre-Hook:]
Hello [x6]

[Hook:]
And I thought about you today
And I thought about the things you used to say
And I thought about the things we did
And I thought about your newest kid
And damn that makes 2 now
Oh what do I do now?

Cause if we ever got together
I'd have to be them niggas step-pops forever
And well that ain't my thing cause I
I ain't even got my own
And I ain't really got no home
No place to put these things I own
And I thought about the things you used to say
And I thought about the games you used to play
And I thought about that little kid
And I thought about the things we did
I always thought that we would be together
I always knew that we would be together
But I don't wanna wait forever
I don't wanna wait forever

[Pre-Hook]

Hello, hello?
Shit seem so sad when you look back [x9]
Everything's so sad when you look back

On the rebound like a book back
On the rebound like a put back
Don't just sit back, bitch get on it
Time fly by way too quick don't it
Reflection bring regrets don't it
Rejection makes you defensive
So you protect your pride with your reflexes
But life is a game with no reset on the end

It ain't no lookin' back, no, no, no, no
It ain't no lookin' back, no, no, no, no
It ain't no lookin' back, no, no, no, no
It's all good
[x2]

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Higher"

"Higher"



Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire

Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one...

Hey uh, what up girl tell me how you feelin'?
You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a fillin'
If you got a man, do that nigga need a fill in'
She said, looks kill and I'm tryna make a... killin'
God willin' I be chilling on a boat nigga
Love is a gamble, I ain't dealin' with no broke nigga
Down in Miami with a super whole team
Tryna bag a brother with a Super Bowl ring
Oh she, down in Dallas at the all-star game spittin' all-star game
Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name
Somethin' like James, somethin' like Wade
If you something like K you can fuck tonight
Yea she said, fuck some nice Jay's,
What about you're life savings?
Won't spend her life slavin'
So she graduated rich nigga wife train
And if you got money; man the head is amazing

Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire

Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire

What up girl, tell me how you been?
Ain't seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then
Thought you was a cutie though yer booty mad thin
But you done got thick on a nigga- GOT DAMN
Hey now I got a thang for you
It's been a long time comin' I should hang with you
Cause see way back I thought to fuck with you was impossible
Count your baby daddy's, now 2 ain't impossible, uh
You still got it though, yea you still got it though
Girl your body lookin like a fuckin' pot of gold
You got your mean lil' walk with the model pose
You got your hair did, you got designer clothes
You still got it though, yea you still got it though
You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll
Do you give brains? Did you make the honor roll?
Don't worry bout your man baby he ain't gotta know

Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire

Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire

I get so bored so fast that they won't last
But girl you're special like I met ya in a slow class
Cause yo ass got me feinin' for you so far
My life is like a movie would you be my co star, like Halle Berry
You're old nigga act like a bitch like Tyler Perry
You caught him down in Memphis cheating like Kale Perry
I see you like to stay up on your ESPN
If your mind is on sex, you must got ESP then
Had a crush on way back, I wasn't VIP then
But I was plottin on you
I really wished that I had got to know you
Before we grew up & I blew up with these Benjamines
That way I know for sure, you're love is really genuine
Is you my homie go show me what kind of friend you is
What if it's phony and only cause I could give you ends
Too late for turnin' back fuck it we continuing
Get your ass in that position I love to bend you in

Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire

Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil' gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire

 

[fox69]

"Hold It Down"

"Hold It Down"


[Talking]
[Verse 1]
If my heart stop pumping tomorrow don't feel no sorrow
'Cause life is hard mentally
And everything is meant to be
Sometimes I ask myself if I was gone who would remember me?
It's hard to tell
Oh well, sit back and sip this Hennessey
Now lately it's been hard to tell my friends part from my enemies
'Cause plenty niggas show me love but in their hearts they envy me
Why?
I'm just a nigga from around the way
Told my mama I'd make it happen and I found a way
Pour out some liquor for my niggas at the crossroads
And may the Lord give guidance to the lost souls
I know that deep inside these niggas know there's more to life
Than macking hoes and stacking dough
Man I'm sorta like a nigga who done seen greener grass
So when they think they balling like the dream team
My nigga I done seen meaner cash
And I'm trying to get
Follow me nigga I'm on the prowl
Headed to the top
You watching me nigga?
Then hold it down

[Chorus]
Hold it down
If you need to holla at me don't hesitate to call
It ain't a problem
I can be there
I ride for
Lie for you
I know you'd do the same
I would die for you
So hold me down
When the times is hard I'll be around
So hold it down
And it don't matter how far
I'll be around
(I hold it down)

[Verse 2]
You was my nigga from the younger days
We grew up
I went to school, you went the other way
But still my brother man
I'm sitting reminiscing on
All of them bitches we was tripping over, kissing on
Or at the skating rink
We trying to bag some new hoes
And if I needed gear you'd let me hold your new clothes
And vice-a-versa man
But now that life is worser man
A nigga slow caking
I'm broke trying to chase a dream
You just got probation
And I'm stressed
Your little sister pregnant
What's next?
Oh shit, my mama doing drugs
At times it's hard to feel blessed
In this madness
I holla at my nigga in the sadness
Remember when your mama tried to beat you with that bat?
Shit, remember your chick Nina?
Man that ass was the fattest
Remember my crush on Sabrina?
Yo she's still the baddest
I'm just glad that I can holla at you
It's been a while
Until the next time I hear from you
Aye, hold it down

[Chorus]
Hold it down
If you need to holla at me don't hesitate to call
It ain't a problem
I can be there
I ride for
Lie for you
I know you'd do the same
I would die for you
So hold it down
When the times is hard I'll be around
So hold me down
And it don't matter how far
I'll be around
(I hold it down)

[Verse 3]
These is tough times baby
But we'll make it through
You know I'm headed for the top
I swear I'm taking you
Just hold a nigga down through this bad weather
The rain falling
Ain't balling but I have better
A woman with an ass and a strong mind
It's been a long time
Sometimes you on your bullshit
Sometime I'm on mine
Will I have a hard time to stay committed?
Or do I only want your voice moaning when I hit it?
Man only God knows
I know deep in your heart you don't want me to be no star though
There's groupies after every show
You scared I'm fucking every hoe
And girl I ain't 'gon lie and say I won't
'Cause shit you never know
But may the Lord give me strength
I love you more than anything
The future mother of my kids
The love is real
And if we ever part, God forbid
I love you still
So when I'm on the road don't trip
You know I'm down for you
Keep it tight and don't slip
And hold it down for me

[Chorus]
Hold it down
If you need to holla at me don't hesitate to call
It ain't a problem
I can be there
I ride for
Lie for you
I know you'd do the same
I would die for you
And hold me down
When the times is hard I'll be around
So hold me down
And it don't matter how far
I'll be around
(I hold it down) [x3]

 

[fox69]

"Holdin' Me Back"

"Holdin' Me Back"


[Chorus: J. Cole]
What's sunshine with no rain
What's joy without no pain
And I'm still gon do my thing
There ain't no holding me back
Hey I'm gon get mine believe that
And what's sunshine with no rain
And what's Joy without no pain
Hey yeah
Yeah hey

[Verse: J. Cole:]
The city fucked up even thug niggas getting robbed.
Know it's bad when the drug dealers getting jobs
Same niggas who skipped out on graduation
At the gas station filling out the applications but
They ain't calling me back
Best friends be our references
Pay checks spent on necklaces
Down payments on the Lexuses
Debit in the negative
Overdraft with the sky overcast
But I'm screaming fuck the pessimist
Cause there ain't no holding me back, huh
The little nigga had big dreams to do big things
But in this thing everything ain't what this shit seems
Trying hard to come up in the flag pole just to
Find out your heroes is some assholes
But there ain't no hlding me back

 

[fox69]

"Home For The Holidays"

"Home For The Holidays"


Hey, this is the story of a young'n dreamin
Left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin'
Big city on his own shit
But every now and then a nigga get home sick
Pick up the phone, holla at my partner he telling em, be warned
A lot of shit been changing the time you've been gone
The streets got meaner, the hoes got growner
And went and got baby's the day they got a diploma
Damn, there'll be some niggas missing when you fly back
If you black, they sending you to jail or to Iraq
Old buddy that we hoop with, with a bad chick and a fly lac
Anda gold chain, caught him on a merc, tryna buy crack
Damn homie, shit, in high school you was the man homie
Fuck happened to you,
Used to beat niggas down at the buses after school
Now you looking like a muthafucking fool

[Chorus]
Say I'll be home for the holidays
So when you see me, better holla at me
I gotta get up put this city 'fore it try to trap me
I gotta leave, I wish I could stay
But I'll be home for the holidays
And to those that I used to know
From way before, keep your head up
Come lets get this bread up
Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay
But I'm coming home for the holidays

This is a story bout some puppy love
But at the time boy, I was feeling like this must be love
Although now I'm on my grown shit
She mad as hell, a nigga still get home sick
I was fresh up off a scholarship
Dressed like a black man in college shit
Got a little knowledge now I'm following the politics
But I still gotta holla at my old chick
So sweet, so thick, girl pick up your phone, it's me
She said "we aint homies no more"
You go to college and you act like you don't know me no more
Girl, we got history semester seem so long
The last time I seen ya baby you aint have no clothes on
So if history repeats itself
When I get home, girl its on, you aint gone need ya belt
Or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind
Just don't give it up in the meantime

[Chorus]

Man I reminisce on them school days
I know you know them act a fool days
That missed the bus then hit the blunt and go to school blazed
That trying to get laid so I gotta stay fly
But a nigga had a shot you'd have thought thats where the bulls play
Wished this freshman could used a little Kool-aid
Crushing on them upper clansmen but it was tool late
Buddy she was dating he had the freshest shoes
But the nigga was graduated but he never made two a's
Hey if you're listening we got in to school
But who will pay our tuition man
These niggas crazy
One year cost about the same as a Mercedes (benz)
Four years cost white crib and a baby
Ay maybe this aint for me
If only I could be Lebron with the strength to leave
The worst part about growing up man the shit just aint for free
Maybe I can be someone people pay to see
And maybe I should move up outta here to the place to be
To get from a to z ay what you think I'm crazy
If I told you one day that Imma sign with jay-z
And will I make it I guess we gotta wait and see

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Homecoming"

"Homecoming"



Uh, yeah
Uh, uh-huh,
Yeah,

I'm I-95 cruising, with the sun in my eyes,
In the south, dog, my momma ain't seen her son in awhile,
Yea, I'll sure is,
Can't wait to see my niggas and fuck with my old chicks,
Can't wait to cruise the city, be catching them old grins,
Same niggas, same place, doing the same old shit.
Yea, so nigga watch it!
A nigga been in NY tryna get some bigger pockets,
You still up in the ville, tryna make it in the trap,
I'm finna put us on the map; I told you I was coming back, Cause,
Yeah, so make way, the prince of the city, ain't a street I can't stay,
You niggas is hatin, ' just be happy I ain't changed.
Blunts rolled to the murk, we all want the same thing,
And that's- money to feed us, yup,
We pray to God, but, we ain't tryna meet Him yet, haha!
Yea, If I never...
Nigga, man,
Actually that is a bad idea, my nigga,
Cause uh,
Na na na
Now I'm a always come home,
It's where a nigga was grown,
Where a nigga was shown,
How to scrap, yup,
Shown how to mack, yup,
Sold a whole lot of crack, yup,
Juggling them hoes,
There was a whole lot of that, yup,
Momma work to the bone,
Putting clothes on my back,
I'm coming home to give everything I owe to her back, yea,
Yea,
I swear they say, man,
Yea yeah,
Shout to the whole ville!
Of course, so real!
Uh,
If I never...
If I never went home again,
"Hello?, chill out nigga, what's up, boy?
Yeah, I just touched down man,
I'm over off Ramsey and shit,
Aiight, well look,
I'm about to go check out my mom's man,
What's jumping for tonight?
Oh the Live? I'm in there, nigga."