Album Name

2014 Forest Hills Drive

Artist

J. Cole

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2014.12.09

Release Agency

Sony Music

January 28th - J. Cole
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 became lost in my ways
This 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 stray
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 far
too 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
It's 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 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 to that D'usse
Gotta show respect one day
we tryna stay where you stay
Cause we from where you from
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 11 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
Don't give 'em too much you
Don't let 'em take control
It's 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 you aim too low
I ain't serve no pies
I ain't slang no dope
I don't bring no lies
niggas sang my quotes
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 L
or you might be Kane
Or you might be Slick Rick
with 19 chains
Or you might be Drizzy Drake
or Kendrick Lamar
But check your birth date
nigga you ain't the God
Nah you ain't the God
Nigga Cole the God
January 28th