J. Cole 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.

J. Cole No Role Modelz

First things first rest in peace Uncle Phil

For real, you the only father that I ever knew

I get my bitch pregnant I’mma be a better you

Prophesies that I made way back in the Ville

Fulfill, Listen even back when we was broke my team ill

Martin Luther King would have been on Dreamville

Talk to a nigga

[Pre-hook:]

One time for my LA sisters

One time for my LA hoes

Lame niggas can’t tell the difference

One time for a nigga who knows

[Hook:]

Don’t save her

She don’t wanna be saved

Don’t save her

She don’t wanna be saved

Don’t save her

She don’t wanna be saved

Don’t save her

She don’t wanna be saved

No role models and I’m here right now

No role models to speak of

Searchin’ through my memory, my memory

I couldn’t find one

Last night I was gettin’ my feet rubbed

By the baddest bitch, not Trina, but I swear to God

This bitch will make you call your girl up and tell her “Hey, what’s good?”

“Sorry I’m never comin’ home I’mma stay for good”

Then hang the phone up, and proceed to lay the wood

I came fast like 9-1-1 in white neighborhoods

Ain’t got no shame bout it

She think I’m spoiled and I’m rich cause I can have any bitch

I got defensive and said “Nah, I was the same without it”

But then I thought back, back to a better me

Before I was a B-list celebrity

Before I started callin’ bitches bitches so heavily

Back when you could get a platinum plaque without no melody

You wasn’t sweatin’ me

[Pre-hook]

[Hook]

I want a real love, dark skinned and Aunt Viv love

That Jada and that Will love

That leave a toothbrush at your crib love

And you ain’t gotta wonder whether that’s your kid love

Nigga I don’t want no bitch from reality shows

Out of touch with reality hoes

Out in Hollywood bringin’ back 5 or 6 hoes

Fuck em’ then we kick em’ to the door

Nigga you know how it go

She deserved that, she a bird, it’s a bird trap

You think if I didn’t rap she would flirt back

Takin’ off her skirt, let her wear my shirt before she leave

I’mma need my shirt back

Nigga you know how it go

[Pre-hook]

[Hook]

There’s an old saying in Tennessee – I know it’s in Texas – probably in Tennessee that says fool me once, shame on – shame on you.

If you fool me we can’t get fooled again

Fool me one time shame on you

Fool me twice, can’t put the blame on you

Fool me three times, fuck the peace signs

Load the chopper, let it rain on you

[2x]

My only regret was too young for Lisa Bonet

My only regret was too young for Nia Long

Now all I’m left with is hoes from reality shows

Hand her a script the bitch probably couldn’t read along

My only regret was too young for Sade Adu

My only regret could never take Aaliyah home

Now all I’m left with is hoes up in Greystone

With the stale face cause they know it’s they song

She shallow but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow)

She shallow but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow)

She shallow but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow)

She shallow but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow)

[Hook 2x]

J. Cole Mr. Nice Watch

Yeah, everybody got a bad side

Drop, let me see that shit

What you say Cole ain’t hot? What!

Where you read that shit?

You believe that shit?

All cause some lame nigga tweet that shit

Have you seen my shows, have you seen my hoes?

If I wasn’t hot would they be so thick?

Guess not, got the game in a headlock

I’m blasting at, I’m laughing at you old niggas, Redd Foxx

Don’t mind me boy, I’m red hot

Umm nigga, they not,

I’m over here, I’m over there

I’m everywhere they not

(I said)

You’ll never play me, nice try

Ballin’ in the night spot

No more Mr Nice guy, hello Mr Nice watch

You don’t want no problems, put yourself in a tight spot so

You can look but don’t touch

I’ll stay on my toes like them White Sox

[Hook:]

Cause it cost me a lot

My chain and my watch

They say time is money, but really it’s not

If we ever go broke girl, than time is all we got

And you can’t make that back, no you can make that back so

Let’s ball while we here

Let’s ball while we here

Like ain’t no tomorrow, like ain’t no next year

Drink away all our problems, make it rain with no care

Like I’ll make that back, fuck it I’ll make that back

Go

Nice watch

Nice watch (I know)

Nice watch

No more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch

Stack on black, I ain’t never been a high roller

Now it’s racks on racks

Never thought that I would ride Rover

But I’m back on track, add to the fact that I never really drive sober

Cole World but I’m hot as shit

Do that mean that I’m Bi-polar?

Young black and gifted, I rap like it’s Christmas eve

Coach wouldn’t let him off the bench, no wonder why they quit the team

But, I’m cut from a different sleeve

Cole World so the wrist’ll freeze

Hurry up with your pictures please

I gotta make history

[Hook:]

It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch

They say time is money, but really it’s not

If we ever go broke girl, than time is all we got

And you can’t make that back, no you can’t make that back so

Let’s ball while we here

Let’s ball while we here

Like ain’t no tomorrow, like ain’t no next year

Drink away all our problems, make it rain with no care

Like I’ll make that back, fuck it I’ll make that back

Go

Nice watch

Nice watch (I know)

Nice watch

No more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch

[Jay-Z:]

I got a Hublot I call it Tebow

I strap that bitch with a Gator band

Y’all niggas ball half time ya’ll niggas like the gator band

Y’all niggas need a timeout, who got these niggas all wind up

Cocksucka I’m 7.30, y’all know where you’ll niggas gon wind up

No more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch

Only but a matter of time ‘fore I hit ya’ll niggas with the nice shot

Y’all niggas, better not call the law

Get no blood on my Audemar

Meaning ya’ll better not waste my time

When y’all ready I’ll take you all to war

Meanwhile I’m just chopping off doors

Put the front on the back cause I’m back and forth

Put the front on the back of the ‘bach like a boss

So I fronting on niggas when I’m backing off

Uh, what up Cole, It’s your time

Let these niggas know

Adjust ya Roley’s on these muthafucking hoes

Whenever you ready, go!

[Hook:]

It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch

If we ever go broke, girl, then time is all we got

(Oh yeah, oh yeah)

J. Cole Forbidden Fruit

[Hook: J. Cole]

Me and my bitch, took a little trip

Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)

Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip (boom)

Little sip

Took a little sip, took a little sip

T-t-took a little, took a little, took a little sip (uh)

Uh huh

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

Ey yo, I walked through the valley of the shadow of death

When niggas hold tec’s like they mad at the ref

That’s why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest

Do you believe that Eve had Adam in check? And if so

You gotta expect to sip juice from the forbidden fruit and get loose

Cole is the king, most definite

My little black book thicker than the old testament

Niggas pay for head but the pussy sold separate

Same bitch giving brains to the minister

The same reason they call Mr. Cee “the finisher”

Forbidden fruit, watch for the Adam’s apple

Slick with words don’t hate me, son

What you eat don’t make me shit and who you fuck don’t make me come

Put a price on my head won’t make me run,

Try to kill me but it can’t be done

Cause my words gon’ live forever

You put two and two together Cole here forever

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

Me and my bitch, took a little trip

Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)

Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip (boom)

[Bridge x2: Kendrick Lamar (J. Cole)]

Bitches come and go (You know that)

Money come and go (You know that)

Love come and go (Don’t shit last)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

Take a seat baby girl you’ve been all in my mind

I know I ain’t called gotta pardon my grind

Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine

Came a man by myself, only father was time

I know that she relate baby daddy ain’t shit

So she raised that nigga kids but she swallowing mine

And that’s why you all in my mind

All in my line like calling number nine

Cause a nigga poppin’ like Harlem in the nine-

Seven, way before Mase was a reverend

I was a young nigga making A’s at 11

At 12, tryna get that taste of the heaven, or hell… only time will tell

Fuck her while her mama home, “baby, don’t yell”

How many records do a nigga gotta sell

Just to get the cover of the double XL

Or Fader, fuck a magazine hater

When I say that I’m the greatest I ain’t talking about later

I’m a drop the album the same day as Kanye

Just to show the boys the man now like Wanyá

And I don’t mean no disrespect, I praise legends

But this what’s next the boy sick, can’t disinfect

Life’s a bitch and the pussy’s wet

My clip is loaded and this is the kiss of… death. Blah.

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

Me and my bitch, took a little trip

Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)

Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip (boom)

[Bridge x2: Kendrick Lamar (J. Cole)]

Bitches come and go (You know that)

Money come and go (You know that)

Love come and go (Don’t shit last)

[Outro: J. Cole]

Don’t shit last, and you know that

Went to hell, got hot didn’t melt

The only man above me is God himself

All these other niggas is below me

Word to Phife, Q-Tip, Ali, and Jarobi

What up Queens

Cole is the king (and you know that)

Started with A Dollar and a Dream (and you know that)

Never give a bird bitch a ring (you should know that)

Bitch! Bitch!

That should be my new ad lib.

Bitch!

I got a new one; I finally got a cool ad lib.

Be at all the shows everybody be like

Bitch! Bitch!

[Lil Cole:]

Yo, yo, yo pull over right here, right here, here you go

Yeah pull over right here, to the right, pull over, pull over, pull over, pull over

Aight, look look, park right here, I’m a be out it’ll be like 30 minutes tops

It’ll be like 30 minutes, I’ll be right back out, aight

Bitches come and go, bitches come and

Yo, yo what up, what’s poppin’, I’m back, I’m back

Yo you got that piece ready for me, that Jesus piece?

Nah the gold, the rose gold joint… yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah let me see that, oh shit what is that some, what’s, what the fuck is that platinum

Is that? What’s that chain right there, is that’s white gold, that’s platinum.

Is that plat, well niggas doing platinum again, niggas doing, niggas ain’t even doing platinum yet right, oh shit bout to make

Yo I’m trying to bring that shit back, kill these niggas

Let me see that one too, the wat, the watch, the platinum watch

J. Cole Land Of The Snakes

[Verse 1:]

This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with

Lord, know some hoes from the past like

“Damn Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich”

Well, should’ve asked

It’s funny how these niggas on some real “Be cool with me” shit

I bagged two bitches like it’s two of me bitch

This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with

Finally got my own bedroom in this bitch

No more sleeping in my brother’s room

Like man I might as well be sleeping in my mother’s room

Cause how I’m supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here?

Plus she gon’ find out I been rocking all this old gear

This is flow here, this is no fair

This is so pure, this is so clear

This is one breath, this is no air

Ain’t no wedding and I do the most here

I’m the President you the co-chair

You the player, yeah, I’m the coach here

Nigga I coast here

That’s why they got me set up on this West Coast here

Avoiding the snakes, AK’s, and coke yeah

Get my dick wet but I never let it soak there

Man I been thinkin’ bout movin’ out

What? Country boy in the city in New York nine years

Ran that shit like Diddy

Riding through South Side Queens like Fiddy

[Hook:]

Nothing’s impossible

And all you lame niggas show me what not to do

I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight

She told me, “Watch the snakes cause they watching you”

I told her, “Aw baby don’t stop! I ain’t looking for the way to your heart!”

She said, “You ’bout to miss church” while she riding me

I like my Sundays with a cherry on top

Make that ass drop

Make that ass drop

Make that ass drop

Make that ass drop

[Verse 2:]

Now if you only had one wish is it devious?

Cause you already know who your genie is

Can’t get a cover now your mag on my penis

Like damn he turned out to be a genius

Damn real shit nigga no Pixar

You niggas soft like Meagan Good’s lips are

My kicks hard, my whip hard

I came out the womb with my dick hard

Back when I was playing Stomp the Yard

It be a bunch of niggas up on campus talking hard

Don’t get exposed to these hoes, boy, knock it off

I seen your mama in a Benz when she dropped you off

Damn now who more thorough than me?

I paint a picture of my pain for the world to see

Could paint a picture of the game but my girl would see

Gotta ask myself, “What mean the world to me?”

[Hook:]

Nothing’s impossible

And all you lame niggas show me what not to do

I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight

She told me, “Watch the snakes cause they watching you”

I told her, “Aw baby don’t stop! I ain’t looking for the way to your heart!”

She said, “You ’bout to miss church” while she riding me

I like my Sundays with a cherry on top

Make that ass drop

Make that ass drop

Make that ass drop

Make that ass drop

[Verse 3:]

This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with

A little Fayettenam nigga out in Beverly Hills

That’s when I ran into this chick I went to college with

Yeah back when a nigga was on scholarship

Was in a rush but I still stopped to holla, shit

That’s the least I owed her cause see I tried to hit

On the first night, nah I ain’t proud of it

I boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of it

And I never called back, how thoughtfuless

Now I’m standing in the streets tryna politic with her

In her mind she calling me a misogynist nigga

On some Bobby Brown shit my prerogative nigga is to hit and never commit

Now realizing when I hit she never forgets

So every time I ignore the telephone call

Saying I’ll hit her back knowing I’m never gon’ call

She was hurting, now she staring dead in my face, she was smirking

Like, “Yeah I remember and nah you ain’t worth shit, nigga

You ain’t worth shit, nigga”

This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with

J. Cole 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]

J. Cole Farewell

Yeah, farewell

Hey, farewell

All my niggas farewell

Fayettenam

Look, some niggas let their dirt out

Some just keep it all in ‘em

So when a man dies all his secrets go with him

And fade. A part of history no longer known

Done did a lot of dirt I’ll bury with me when I’m gone

When my story’s told, how will they tell it?

Will they say I was a giver or remember I was selfish?

Will they say I was a sinner or pretend I was a saint?

Will I go down as a winner, what’s the picture they gon’ paint?

Wouldn’t say that I’m a quitter, that’s one thing I know I ain’t

Will they tarnish, will they taint?

Glorify me, over-think? Say they know me, say I’m great?

Say I’m phoney, I was fake?

Say the things about me they never told me to my face?

I was loved I was hated

Just a nigga with a dream

I’m a liar, I was honest, I was all of these things

When I’m gone let em talk, they discussing who I am

When they bury me just know I wasn’t nothing but a man

Wasn’t nothin’ but a man

This for niggas climbin’ heaven’s stairwell

Yeah, hey farewell

Yeh, hey farewell

This for niggas climbin’ heaven’s stairwell

I pray you farewell

I bid you farewell

Yeah, hey, farewell

Yeah, yeah

If I should die Lord this here is my will

Reincarnate a nigga send me right back to the Ville

Let me relive my younger days just once again

Reenact my memories from every friend to every sin

Keeping demons buried in my closet

But yet I put in work like a deposit on my bank account

My eyes lit while I think about my childhood now Im blanking out

Those were truly my best days

The only thing I had to stress was how the hell to get laid

Gradually turn into me stressin’ how the hell to get paid

Been making songs so long, now how the hell they get played

Ok, I’m blowing up quickly, I guess the flow is sickly

But yet I can’t forget my past and hope it won’t forget me

Got good grades but A’s can’t stop strays so pray for me

Pour liquor for my niggas but hey, don’t wait for me

Cause I’m trying to cheat death, she out to bury my ass

You know the cliche “life’s a bitch” well I’m gon marry that ass

And sign a pre-nup

Think back to when we tore the skating rink up

Rapping and we scrapping, we got older hit the teen club

Gave mean mugs to niggas but we winked to all the girls

Then we went back to the crib thinking we had saw the world

No sir, came a long way from having momma chauffer

Its hard to think these hoes at some point were so pure

But now we play the game, when it’s over send me back

I swear I’m not gon change a thing

I swear I’m not gon change a thing

This for niggas climbin’ heaven’s stairwell

Yeah, hey farewell

Yeh, hey farewell

This for niggas climbin’ heaven’s stairwell

I pray you farewell

I bid you farewell

Yeah, hey, farewell

Yeah, yeah