[Wers 1: J. Cole] I hit the weed I told myself the last time would be my last I don’t trust my own niggas now my mind racing fast Got my foot up on the gas, got a hundred on the dash If the police run up on me I ain't stopping for their ass Boy you know my L’s dirty, if they stop me I’m goin to jail surely I’ll be next to my brother in the cell no bail for me Man let me out send me back to bitches that smell purdy And all I gotta do is call once and she 'dere all ready Yeah buddy can't you tell im goin thru hell I don’t even open my mail I’m in the shower with soap and the towel I need cleansing Bad bitches all on the prowl they need Benzes Pussy niggas running they mouth and we ain't flinching They names ain't even mentioned I got dreams bigger than your whole team You niggas so broke yet somehow you so green I guess it's envy, started with a penny now i’m getting plenty money
[Refren] And one time for the city, yea And two times for you, hey And one time for the city, hey And two times for you, uhh
[Wers 2: J. Cole] Look kid, its raining outside boy Fuck an umbrella, niggas banging outside boy They guns'll dumbbell a nigga Tired of telling niggas that's deceased, rest in peace We tired of only having just a piece And fuck policing, they killing niggas what's the reason His daughter starving and she fucking freezing So no wonder why he fucking squeezing They out here bussin’ leavin’ niggas stuck and bleedin’ on the flo’ Bullets wet you like a semen on a ho Breathing slow man, I'm in hell One day you tryna make rent, next day you in jail Lord knows he meant well So I take the pencil and write like a pen pal Some shit that’s darker than the tints up on the windshield Welcome to Sinville where niggas on base Shit is looking like an infield High as a Sprint bill What you think, that's the reason why this ink in my pen kills Phoney niggas until they are extinct, bitch I’ve been real
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[Wers 3: J. Cole] The more niggas sayin’ Cole the wrong one bringin’ the city shine All he ever doin’ is paintin’ pictures of crime Tellin’ stories of pain, paintin’ pictures of dope Bitch if you listen I’m paintin’ pictures of hope That boy in class embarrassed because he broke Hopin’ today he won’t be the butt of somebody’s joke See me I lived it all from dirt-poor in a trailer Worried about my mother and never trustin’ my neighbors To middle-class with a backyard and my own room To bein’ the only black kid in my homeroom Academically gifted and followed my own rules Was runnin’ the streets hey ma I’ll be home soon Was out chasin’ hoes, was out hoopin’ Them niggas wasn’t ballin’ but yet they was foul shootin’ So meet the newest role model who don’t know how to fake this shit Never sold a rock and look I made it bitch
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[Zakończenie] Girl it’s been so long, I’ve been gone from you But you ain’t gotta worry ’bout the thangs I do It’s hard but the thought of you would ease my pain Girl I promise they gon’ know our name Ain’t seen you smile in awhile But I been dreamin’ ’bout youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
