J. Cole Last Call

[Intro:]

Yea, warm up!

La-la-la-laaaa, la lala la lalaaaa

[Verse 1:]

Yea, ay yea Fayettenam

Now I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, it’s the Fayettenam hey

Hey and your glasses and your glasses and your glasses

To the sky is, yea this is the last call for alcohol

This is the Warm Up

Yea, look now to the few niggas out there who heard my last shit

Which if I must say so myself that was a classic

I never been the type to ride my own coat tail

But it’s obvious I’m here to stay, a fucking hotel

I came up, I warmed up!

The next up, I blow up!

If you ain’t peep the trend by now with each rap I go up

Look all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just faded

But tell me what’s a deal when you want to be the greatest?

So Jay I appreciate it, hell of a stepping stone

Wonder if he see it in my eyes I’m trying to get the throne

Wonder if the people know how many nights I spent alone

Making beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting time

I’m getting better but wasn’t getting younger

And all that time can make the most confident nigga wonder

But never doubt it or allowed that shit to phase me yo

Just switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio nigga now I am

[Chorus:]

Now I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, it’s the Fayettenam hey

Hey and your glasses and your glasses and your glasses

This is the last call for alcohol

This is the warm up!

So get cha back up off the wall

[Verse 2:]

Yea, now may I never slip up or let my grip up

I know my girl be praying Lord just keep his pants zipped up! –

Now if some groupie bitch is on his dick then make it’s stiff up,

at least give the nigga commonsense to wrap his dick up

Toast the spliff up, our glasses then sip up,

We fly past they look up

They don’t last we give up

They don’t blast we clip up then empty

And indeed we hit the target yea these niggas think they the shit and they ain’t even farted yet

Style incomplete like a garbage ass quarterback

My office is forreal ah fuck sack, niggas getting coffin in the Ville

Way too often and it feels wrong

New York Niggas fuck with me I got em singing Ville songs

I guess it’s only right cause we grew up singing they shit

Big shit, Mase shit, Nas shit, Jay shit

Times for a Carolina nigga to take his place with the greats

A slim nigga making bold statement

Ay J. Cole how you do that there? I hear you blowing up my nigga

I’m like, true that yea,

In NY but smile everytime I flew back there

That Carolina, Fayettenam oh yea my crew back there

I go home been so long they saying, you back here? –

Took a turn for the worst boy don’t move back here

Don’t do that! You who that?

He rep the Ville when he spit it told you he be back with a record deal and he did it

Nigga, fuck spinning on my pivot homie, I’m finna travel to the reps blow the whistle on me

I got a whole fuckig city that’s just sitting on me

But yea it fits on my back, my state is sitting on that

Will I drop? I think not I get up while they stop-like a sleeve on tank tops

They ain’t give it all they got so they flop

So hey watch, how I’m finna take their spot

Now I’m starring and they not-let me show you how to stay hot

I play not man I’m killing em even your idols feeling em dog

The same nigga who used to chill in the mall

While they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rap

The hero fighting them just to put the Ville on the map

Now I am

Now I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, Mr. Fayettenam hey

Hey and raise your glasses and your glasses and your glasses to the sky and…

This is the last call for alcohol

[Talking:]

J. Cole 3 Wishes

Yeah grew up with killers, I didn’t know they was killers

We was just together man, playing Mega-man on Sega man

Your mama loved me to death, she reminded me of Afeni

Yeah real black queen

If I had a genie,

I wish that she ain’t struggle no more

Y’all wouldn’t have to go to sleep with all the roaches if she wasn’t so poor

You told me when you came to my house

This shit was like a timeout from reality

One night you asked me what I’m crying about

‘Cause you was staying over for the weekend

I woke up from out my sleep

When I heard mama and my stepfather beefin

I don’t know if he been drinkin

But I know this shit got loud and I heard rumbling from struggling

And rolling on the ground

Could never get used to that sound

My mama saying get off me

My tears is tumbling now

I wish that you never saw me

‘Cause I felt like a coward, so powerless I was only 12

I wish I would’be bust through that door my fucking self

And grab the Glock right off the fucking shelf

If nothing else scared a nigga shitless

There goes two of my wishes

Forever scarred, determined to get some heart

No matter how big the nigga, no matter how small you are

Fast-forward to our older years

Two different paths

You used to talk to me about college but that shit didn’t last

Waste of potential, getting cash, what could I say?

So tired of not having things, you never see it my way

Too proud to fold

Your demise

One day to my surprise, my nigga called me, told me you just caught a body twice your size

I asked if it was self defense, he said it was defense of pride

And that they trying to give you ten, but if you lucky you’ll do five damn

Not my nigga

The same one that told me that things always get better

Just trust me, don’t cry my nigga

The news call him a killer, but he my nigga

Sad shit

Ay yo genie last wish, free my nigga

J. Cole Chaining Day

[Verse 1:]

Look at me, pathetic nigga, this chain that I bought

You mix dream pain and fame, this is heinous result

Let these words be the colors I’m just paintin’ my heart

I’m knee-deep in the game and it ain’t what I thought

Copped the Range Rover, my girl got the Mercedes

Iced out crazy I wanna shine like Baby

Compared to that nigga, I ain’t even got a bib yet

Truth be told I ain’t even bought a crib yet

This is everything they told a nigga not to do

Image is everything I see, it got a lot to do

With the way people perceive, and what they believe

Money short so this jewelry is like a weave

Meant to deceive and hear niggas say I see you

Now bitches wanna fuck you and niggas wanna be you

And police wanna stop you, frisk you wonder what he do

If a hater snatch yo chain, I bet it still won’t free you

Cause I’ll be right back grinding ’til I cop another

I sit and think about all this shit I coulda copped my mother

My partner said that’s just the game my nigga

So I heard my jeweler say, here go your chain my nigga

[Hook:]

This is chaining day

(I need you to love me, love me)

Chaining day, oh my chaining day

(I need you to love me, love me)

My chaining day

My last piece, I swear, my guilt heavy as this piece I wear

They even iced out Jesus’ hair

My last piece, I swear, they even iced out Jesus’ hair

[Verse 2:]

Ice on this white Jesus seem a little unholy

The real strange thing about this iced out Rolly

It’s the same shit a broke black nigga get gassed at

The same shit a rich white mo’fucka laugh at

Well laugh on white man, I ain’t paid as you

But I bet your rims ain’t the same age as you

And I ain’t got no investment portfolio

But my black and white diamonds shinin’ like a Oreo

I know back home where niggas sit today

He rock a chain and he always got some shit to say

Even back when I was broke I knew his shit was fake

He’d prolly sneeze too hard and his shit could break

But hey, you know the sayin’, “Fake it ’til you make it”

Me, I did the opposite, made it then I faked it

And actin’ like I gave a fuck, money I was savin’ up

To buy a crib that’s gated to that hundred racks, I gave it up

For what

[Hook:]

(I need you to love me, love me)

Chaining day, oh my chaining day

(I need you to love me, love me)

My chaining day

My last piece, I swear, my guilt heavy as this piece I wear

They even iced out Jesus’ hair

My last piece, I swear, they even iced out Jesus’ hair

[Outro:]

Lord

This is the last time

Told my accountant, it’s the last time

I swear this is the last time

I know that I said that shit last time

But this the last time

Mama I swear this is the last time

So don’t take my chains from me

This is the last time

Cause I chose this slavery

This is the last time

Don’t take my chains from me

This is the last time

Cause I love this slavery

I need you to love me, love me, love me…

I said this is my last time

J. Cole Rich Niggaz

[Intro:]

Ey yo, ey yo, ey yo uh, ey yo uh

Ey yo, ey yo, ey yo uh

Yeah

[Verse 1:]

I hate rich niggas goddammit

Cause I ain’t never had a lot dammit

Who you had to kill, who you had to rob

Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top dammit.

Or maybe that’s daddy money, escalator no ladder money

Escalating new caddy money

Worst fear going broke cause I’m bad with money.

Crookest smile nigga momma never had the money damn

I ain’t trippin’ a nigga Jordan I ain’t Pippen yeah

Up the steps I ain’t slippin’

Tears blood sweat I ain’t crippled

Here’s a song you can sing along with when you down

On some let you know you ain’t alone shit

When your momma ain’t at home cause she got a second job

Delivering pizzas, you think she out there getting robbed

Please God watch her I know how niggas do

Half cracker but a nigga too.

Talking all that shit ’bout your step-pops

How he was a dog now look at you

I ain’t bad as that nigga, plus dawg I’m a grown man now

I ain’t mad at that nigga

But if a plane crashed and only it killed his lame ass

I’d be glad as that nigga

Did Kay dirty now it’s back to broke

Refund check she used that to float.

Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac

On crack used that to cope.

Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope

Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope

Try to ride the storm out and crash the boat

Could have drowned but I grabbed the rope

And there go you, and there go you, and there go you

Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

And there go you, and there go you, and there go you

Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

Said,

[Hook: x2]

You got what I want

I got what you need

How much for your soul and uh

How much for your soul and uh

[Verse 2:]

I hate rich niggas goddammit

Cause I ain’t never had a lot dammit

Niggas can’t front on the flows you got

But every fucking verse how much dough you got

Homie, don’t quit now, hear my shit and try to switch now.

Know you felt the shit just now, know you felt the shit just now

Ain’t it more to you? Don’t it ever get boring to you?

I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power

Fuck it, more to you.

So I threw you and it made me ashamed that I played the game

Not for more money like Damon Wayons

Wanted the respect but it came with fame

I just wanted love but this ain’t the same

I took a train down memory lane and watched little Jermaine do his thang before he made a name

It’s like Sony signed Basquiat

He gave it all he got, now the nigga don’t paint the same.

I guess he can’t complain

All the money that be raining in

Spend a hundred thou for the chain again

Thinking old school niggas like Dana Dane

Probably kill for another claim to fame

My brain the same, yeah nigga at least he ain’t insane.

At least he ain’t insane.

You ain’t crazy motherfucker you just afraid of change.

That’s new, maybe that’s true

But listen here, I got a bigger fear

Of one day that I become you.

And I become lost and I become heartless

And numb from all the Ménages

Just one bitch don’t feel the same no more

And Henny don’t really kill the pain no more

Now I’m Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain cause I can’t maintain no more.

Tad bit extreme I know.

Money can’t save your soul.

But there go you, there go you, there go you

Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

And there go you, and there go you, and there go you

Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

[Hook: x2]

You got what I want

I got what you need

How much for your soul and uh

How much for your soul and uh

J. Cole Blowin’ Smoke

Blowing smoke, showing growth, no one’s close

Never mashing brakes on breakbeats or going broke ever

Never, Rozay rich forever

Learn how to take a punch can’t be a bitch forever

Cause it’s gonna come, if not from a fight

With that big ass bully nigga you never quite liked

And just from life, knocking you on your ass

Turning off all of your lights like Teddy Pendergrass

Or mama on her last dollar, tryna stretch it

Gotta pay electric, gotta pay the water

Why she wanna a daughter when it’s hard enough tryna raise two boys

Back in the days, I would’ve hated on the New Boyz

Just saying, cause the radio was just playing

And I heard one of their songs and my nigga sang along

And I’m thinking to myself, damn they came and went

A couple singles but could never be the main event

Without substance, something for them to grab on

Wonder if niggas know they time is short and they won’t last long

I ain’t even certain, one day they love you

Next day they put the niggas you put on above you

I let you niggas talk, it ain’t no need to interrupt you

Cause my album ’bout to be the biggest fuck you

And don’t worry, we’ll let you back on the train

Riding Jermaine, once you see these niggas not in my lane

I pray to god end they reign

I fucked a bitch I used to dream about

And could’ve died when I came from disbelief

Now I don’t wish to speak on a name, that shit is weak

We the new lost boys, shouts to Mr. Cheeks

Shouts to Queens, getting money regiment with my getting money regime

I’m a money machine, developing the routine, nah mean?

Nah mean, nah mean?

That was like a Jay Z joint

Nah mean, Nah mean, nah mean, nah mean?

You know how he used to say it

Nah mean?

B-r-r-ing, warm up

J. Cole Goin’ Off

Fuck it,

Ay,

Do or Die, new arrival,

Holla at my niggas,

You survive you’s alive, yo,

Now either you follow me and ride, or you’s a rival.

The difference between you and I is you a model, you posing.

But who am I though?

The mulatto out for that lotto,

Money coming soon, the newest model,

Your crew is hollow,

The type of niggas got more dick, chew and swallow.

Your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal,

Oh shucks, you niggas is closed, you fold up.

I’m from the Ville, niggas get killed over four bucks,

Thank God we made it, my niggas, we grown up,

Now we crazy over that bread, call us the “dough-nuts,” uh,

More sluts once the money blows up,

But them hoes stop if the dough drops,

I won’t stop though, a chip off the ‘ol block.

I’m from a city where niggas hole blocks,

Leave you looking like old socks, damn,

Cops patrol blocks, spotting on us,

The boys is rotten, I know they want us,

Probably arrest a nigga, get a bonus,

You kill a nigga, get promoted,

Shit is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas,

So much I just go nuts,

Niggas telling me slow up,

Remember that,

I’m tryna get where that cheddar at,

Y’all don’t hear me,

Always somebody that don’t want you getting cheese, yo,

This whole bullshit is like Tom and Jerry,

I’m kinda very raw, niggas can’t deny facts,

If you black they sending you to jail or Iraq,

Honor is something you can’t sell or buy back,

Niggas don’t like bragging, they 9-11 fly cats,

Hijack niggas, “Get up out your whip nigga, strip!

I want it all- ice on your wrists and the kicks,”

This shit happens, I ain’t just rapping, believe it yo,

They got streets in the city police won’t even go,

Peep it though, uh,

It ain’t no secret, niggas beefing cause my ego so big,

It got me speaking like I’m diesel, like I’m devil, oh,

Niggas know my stylo, I ain’t tweaking, I am lethal though,

Have your daddy looking for you,

This ain’t Finding Nemo though.

Let me slow it down, dumb it down, y’all warned,

The son came up out that womb, yo, a star is born.

If real recognize real, y’all are foreign,

My team run a play on your bitch and we all scoring, yea!

J. Cole I Get Up

[Verse 1:]

I woke up early in the mornin’ hoes blowin up my phone

Ain’t use to small talkin’ when they know I’m Tryna bone, Fuck em’

I’ll holla later man, right now my mind else where

My moms health care get her out this hell here

Alot of niggas fail, but frail niggas won’t prevail here

We seen it all man niggas can’t even spell scared

A fresh prince but yo my city ain’t no Bel-Air

Fuck if you would sell, I’m worried bout my welfare

So farewell to them broke days and bonjour to the most paid

Soon as my dough straight I throw the wifey in some dolce

and put some chains on my niggas like own slaves

I get up look out the window hope the sun shining down on a nigga outhere front lining

I hit the streets and see them boys out here locking up some older head

So god damn homey hold ya head (And hold ya head)

[Chorus:]

I get up

I see the clouds from my window

I pray the sun gon’ shine this way

And where I go as the wind blow

Momma ya son gon’ find his way

And if I gotta crawl I’m a make to the end though

Up to the top if climb my way

And tell em’ I’m a rise I’m on my…

Headed for the sky I’m on my way

[Verse 2:]

Paint a picture and show the deaf what it’s like to listen

And speak the words and tell a blind man what he missin’

For all my niggas doin’ time man up in prison

Thought you had to resort to crime man fuck the system

We raisin’ babies up in hades where it ain’t’ no hope

Ain’t no fathers don’t take no scholarship to slang no dope

Politicians hollerin’ bout’ problems but I ain’t gon’ vote

He talk bout change still we floatin’ in the same ol’ boat

So tell me how I’m suppose to feel when the president spoke

When he ain’t neva had to struggle ain’t neva been broke

Ain’t even roll through the ghetto ain’t neva been close

Trustin’ this government like trustin’ the devil in oath

A rebel with quotes

I get up

Life style of the young black and reckless

A generation of niggas strapped and askin’ questions

Like tell me why ain’t got shit

I let this liquor fill my liver with them toxic

As I sip

[Chorus:]

I get up

I see the clouds from my window

I pray the sun gon’ shine this way

And where I go as the wind blow

Momma ya son gon’ find his way

And if I gotta crawl I’m a make to the end though

Up to the top if climb my way

And tell em’ I’m a rise I’m on my…

Headed for the sky I’m on my way

[Verse 3:]

Yeah

To all my niggas paper chasin’

I pray for your patience

Just keep the faith that you gon’ make it one day you’ll be cakin’

Takin’ this shit one step at a time

That real shit is stuck in my mind but to that bullshit I’m deaf and I’m blind

Destined to shine I’m a find a way

Cause hey

Dammit them jobs outthere ain’t tryna pay

I pray

Granted 9 to 5 is how you survive

I ain’t tryna survive, I’m tryna throw my momma in rides

I’m a provide for my seed I’m the soil

I teach em’ bout’ loyalty

I teach em’ that his skin black like oil that’s for royalty

I show em’ all the things that my pops was neva showin’ me

Treat em’ like a growin’ tree with this poetry

I get up

And show the sons how to lead not to follow

The present is our gift but our seeds got tommorow

So please niggas raise your kids

And help em’ overcome that bull shit they daze us with

I blaze the shit

[Chorus:]

I get up

I see the clouds from my window

I pray the sun gon’ shine this way

And where I go as the wind blow

Momma ya son gon’ find his way

And if I gotta crawl I’m a make to the end though

Up to the top if climb my way

And tell em’ I’m a rise I’m on my…

Headed for the sky I’m on my way

J. Cole Caged Bird

[J. Cole:]

Yeah, caged bird

Something like a caged bird

Caged bird

Yeah, look

You ain’t a man till you stop chasing your friends, my nigga

Think for yourself, make your own plans, my nigga

I’ll be lying if I said I ain’t understand, my nigga

Cause who you gon’ follow when the leaders all get swallowed

By reefer clouds and bottles

In and out of county jail

This is hell, see the young black males in packed cells

With they heads down

And they fists clenched tight

Thinking “I could bust a hole through this wall

And bitch I just might”

It’s just like the caged bird I sing a song

Hoping they open up these bars and send a nigga home

I cry when I’m alone

I’m wondering why would God send me here

Knowing that they hate us

Knowing that they make us feel like we evil so we kill our people

Without a second thought, in every lesson taught by OGs

We full of real nigga wisdom, so we proceed

Like real niggas who been stripped of our humanity

I see the judge’s eyes, I know that he ain’t understanding me

A caged bird (Yeah, a caged bird)

(Let this little caged bird sing) Caged bird

Yeah, caged bird

Freedom’s just an illusion, that’s my conclusion

And if it ain’t, then how my niggas keep on losin’ theirs?

This goes out to childhood friends that’s doin’ years

Prison tats on they backs like souvenirs

We wish that you was here

A mother’s tear spilled on this page

A brother’s tear spilled on this page

How many days left?

And can you find peace when you released

Still filled up wit’ rage

Back on the streets just to peep that you still in the cage

[Omen:]

Well, it’s the oratory vet

Turned down king slash poet laureate

Used to paint a picture with a story of neglect

I could’ve been a shorty drinking 40s on the steps

With a shorty on my lap

With a shorty on the way coming shortly to protect

I could’ve been a dealer in the party with the X

But I’m hardly in the mix and I partially confess

I definitely got a couple parts in me that I regret

Is the cup half-empty or is it half-full?

I fill mine up with Hennessy, then get back to him

I’m just a jazz musician trapped in a rap form

You think you standing for something you on a trap door

Well it’s the, Mr. Introspective

I’m a dreamers dream, a sort of an inception

I never fiend for the scene but I dreamed of the things

That a Mercedes brings, like slow sex with fast women

Drinking cognac I’m past grinning

A sexy dress, fat ass in it

But still hit it till I’m half-winded

Cause niggas tell me I’m the shit

Well I be hitting all these dimes

See I’m caged by the visions of the blind

I started as a king

Turned to a slave

Put us in our chains

We was forced to entertain

Thinking bout the present day I’m living off the stage

Wonder if a nigga ever get up out this cage

As I sing

[J. Cole:]

A caged bird (Yeah, a caged bird)

(Let this little caged bird sing) Caged bird

Yeah, caged bird

Freedom’s just an illusion, that’s my conclusion

And if it ain’t, then how my niggas keep on losin’ theirs?

This goes out to childhood friends that’s doin’ years

Prison tats on they backs like souvenirs

We wish that you was here

A mother’s tear spilled on this page

A brother’s tear spilled on this page

How many days left?

And can you find peace when you released

Still filled up wit’ rage

Back on the streets just to peep that you still in the cage

J. Cole Visionz Of Home

Visions of home, the streets that I roamed it’s been a while

Raised me like the father I ain’t never had, I’m still your child

And though I’ve grown in ways that you never known

I ventured into the world, I moved out all on my own

I’m doing this all for you, I hate to leave you alone

See shit you wouldn’t believe, I write ‘em down in these poems

And put ‘em out for the world, I know you listening too

Heard you saying shit about me, I hope the shit isn’t true

Man look at this shit I came from, this narrow point of view

How you hating on a nigga that wanted it more than you?

I ran through them spots with you and fucked the same bitches too

And just because I rocked with you I scrapped with them niggas too

Came back for them niggas too, ain’t no trappin’ nigga it’s true

Yet they play me on repeat cause I rap for them niggas too

They see I started with nothing but passion and then I blew

To the Roc, damn the tops a spectacular fucking view

Visions of home, Visions of home

Visions of home, Visions of home (Yeah)

Visions of home, this is my zone

This is my joy, this is my pain, this is my song

This is for my cousin Ricky, damn niggas its been too long

Hate that my nigga Smitty slangin’ but to each his own

Gotta feed yo’self, smoke a little weed just to ease yo’self

Fuck the whole world I don’t need your help

You’re the reason why momma had those rocks

All my niggas never even had no pops

‘Memba that, you remember that?

If you don’t, double back

Momma found a much better crib on a safe street

But I’m still where the trouble at

Where the trouble at?

Thats cause my flows there

What it look like if I don’t go there

I’m dead wrong, it’s been way too long (long)

My folks there, what it look like if I don’t go there?

I’m dead wrong, it’s been way too long

Visions of home, visions of home

Visions of home nigga, visions of home

I’m coming home, coming home

Yeah Cole World

You know what it is…

J. Cole Villuminati

[Intro:]

It’s way darker this time

[Hook:]

Sometimes I brag like Hov

(Born sinner)

Sometimes I brag like Hov

(Born sinner)

Sometimes I brag like Hov

(Born sinner)

Sometimes I brag like Hov

(Now I’m in the limelight cause I rhyme tight

Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade)

[Verse 1:]

Sometimes I brag like Hov’, sometimes I’m real like Pac

Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got

Sometimes I focus on the dough, look at these bills I got

This is a message for some rappers tryna steal my spot

You niggas famous on the internet, I’m real life hot

Homie, get your weight up, fake niggas get sprayed up

My verbal AK slay faggots and I don’t mean no disrespect

Whenever I say faggot, okay faggot? huh, don’t be so sensitive

If you want to get fucked in the ass

That’s between you and whoever else’s dick it is, pause

Maybe that line was too far

Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are

And who can blame ya? Boy Meets World

I’m trying to find a new Topanga

And bang her out, no hangin’ out

My pop’s was club hopping back when Rick James was out

And all I get is Trinidad James, wait a minute that’s strange

Sip a bit of champagne, say “fuck”

If the hoes like it, I love it nigga nigga nigga

Used to watch Rap City Big Tigga Tigga

Rap nerd even copped Rah Digga Digga

Pac had a nigga saying “Fuck Jigga, fuck Biggie”

I was only like eleven so forgive me

A decade later I be all up in the city

Tryna get Hov to fuck with me

With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand

When he said he didn’t want it, it was “Fuck him again”

One day, he gon’ regret playing me

Little did I know, in a year he’d be fucking paying me

What can you say to me, I beat the odds like Vegas

I use to rap about haters before niggas was hating me

Now they hate to see a young black man with a college degree

Fucking all these little models for free, pardon me

[Hook:]

Sometimes I brag like Hov

(Born sinner)

Sometimes I brag like Hov

(Born sinner)

Sometimes I brag like Hov

(Born sinner)

Sometimes I brag like Hov

Got game back

I ain’t ever letting go

[Verse 2:]

I’m prince of the city, I studied Machiavelli

You niggas couldn’t blow with C4 strapped to your belly

I snuck up out the parks where niggas be living heartless

And cannot tell the difference between Iraqi, Israeli

So I’m on the really, what could you actually tell me?

I’m tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully

So, back with this pen to give back for my sins

Took a black president to tell the Japanese “Sorry”

But who the fuck gon’ tell my niggas “sorry”?

Never seen his pops cause he’s sorry

Fuck the education, would ask for reparations

But I’m probably just gonna buy Ferraris (Vroom)

Please forgive him

According to the preacher man he needs Jesus in him

But the Devil run the TV so the demons in him, I’m in trouble

Did a deal with the Devil but now I’m pleading with him

Like give me my soul

[Bridge:]

My nigga

I ain’t ever letting you go again

I ain’t ever letting go

I ain’t ever letting you go again

Please give me my soul

I ain’t ever letting go

I ain’t ever letting you go again

Please give me my soul

I ain’t ever letting go

But the Devil don’t play fair

I’m bout to go and join the Illuminati

Fuck everybody

I’m bout to go and join the Illuminati

Fuck everybody

I’m bout to go and join the Illuminati

Fuck everybody

I’m bout to go and join the Illuminati

[Verse 3:]

These next three bars is dedicated to the retards

Keep on asking me about the Illuminati

Is you stupid nigga? Young black millionaire

Old white billionaires, I’m sure that they could do without me

And I ain’t really into sacrificing human bodies

Couple more A’s I would have been a summa cuma lade

Beyonce told me that she want to cop the new Bugatti

That shit is more than what I’m worth, I think she knew it probably

Well this is awkward (awkward),

Want to know what else is really awkward (awkward)?

When niggas buy rings for bitches that have flings

When I’m praying I don’t see them at the Oscars

Re-adjusted my target audience, cause it’s obvious

I’ve gone astray, losing my way

Like Timberlake produced by Timberland

On that goddamn Futuresex Lovesounds

What’s playing in my mind? Just the sound of my whole career

Crashing burning, the thing that I mostly fear

Was on track for the first two years

Until I let the Devil steer, now what have we here?

Now I got to mask my tears, but I

[Bridge:]

I ain’t ever letting go

I ain’t ever letting you go again

I ain’t ever letting go

I ain’t ever letting you go again

I ain’t ever letting go

I ain’t ever letting you go again

I ain’t ever letting go

I ain’t ever letting you go again

[Outro: x2]

Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole

My nigga

(Born sinner)

Sometimes I brag like Hov