Album Name

The Off-Season

Artist

J. Cole

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2021.05.14

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Are you doin' this work to facilitate
growth or to become famous
Which is more important
Getting or letting go
You can do anything
anything you can do
You can do anything
You can do anything
anything you can do
You can do anything
Everything come back around
full circle
Why do lies sound pleasant
but the truth hurtful
Everybody gotta cry
once in a while
But how long will
it take 'fore you smile
This is that come back to life shit
My niggas pick me up and
we gon' light the city up as
if the sun had the night shift
And paint the town red for my nigga
found dead too soon
Bitch I'm back out
Yeah
To the left of that decimal
I need seven figures to play the joint
Turn up your decibels
peep how I decimate a joint
Check out my projects like them
workers that Section 8 appoints
And you'll see how I flipped like
exclamation points
My niggas shoot first as
if they never played the point
more two guards
Enough straps to fill four U Hauls
More death than World War II caused
Around these parts we pour the brown
just to drown these thoughts
Of black corpses in county morgues
Lord those images hauntin'
I ain't been asleep yet
it's ten in the mornin'
I'm sendin' a warnin'
a problem with me is
like the BET Hip Hop Awards
I'm startin' to see you niggas
don't want it
I'm sick of this flauntin'
from niggas I know for sure
ain't got mo' dough than Cole
Trash rappers ass backwards
tryna go toe to toe
We laugh at ya
staff strapped up on top the totem
pole to blast at ya
Bassmasters look how they tote a pole
Gotta know the ropes
and the protocol
Or they gon' for sure
blow your clothes
half off like a promo code
Made a lil' tune called
Foldin Clothes
and a nigga still ain't known
to fold under pressure
Well you know what Cole do
Make a diamond
they just rhymin' me
I'm quotin' gold
One phone call get you canceled
like a homophobe in this PC culture
Address me as the G O A T
like they call Chief Keef Sosa
In my sectional like a fuckin'
three piece sofa
I'm known as the chosen one
Another dead body lay frozen
that's how it go sometimes
When niggas weighin' coke
and not the pros and cons
Well I ain't with that sleepin'
underground like a gopher
so I go for mines
Everything come back around
full circle
Nigga gotta go for mines
Why do lies sound pleasant
but the truth hurtful Yeah
Everybody gotta cry once in a while
But how long will
it take 'fore you smile
This is that come back to life shit
My niggas pick me up and
we gon' light the city up
as if the sun had the night shift
And paint the town red for my nigga
found dead too soon
Now I know why they call it
blue moon Yeah
Survival at all costs every day
niggas get logged off
Bodies get hauled off
Passin' a funeral procession
while holdin' my breath
in the car I thought
At times it be feelin' the devil
be winnin'
but do that mean God lost
Just got off the phone
with my nigga
he back in the kennel my dog lost
I brought him 'round close to me
before but he
Became addicted to clout and
all the hoes we'd meet
I slowly peeped jealousy on his breath
whenever he spoke to me
Like on the low
he feelin' that in my shoes is
where he supposed to be
I tried to ignore the signs
but they're in the back of my mind
It felt like lettin' a nigga come
sleep on your couch and
he eatin' up all yo' groceries
My nigga repeated this quote to me
I felt its potency
Said Most of these niggas
gon' hang themselves
just give 'em the rope and see
Shit I heeded that
and what got showed to me
Was screamin' that some niggas
you gotta leave 'em back
Unfortunately we seen the trap
Niggas be on that demon
clock resultantly
They fiend to clap as often
as the Genius app misquotin' me uh
Meanwhile
I see that yo' diamonds is glistenin'
I'm glad that you shinin'
but need I remind you
my niggas is dimin' and nickelin'
Scrapin' up whatever coin
they can find
the pettiest crime
they committin' it
Just to get by for a limited time
the steepest of mountains
they tryin' to climb
I'm here tryna find the derivative
you niggas don't feel me
You see the clout
you don't see the real me
If I was sick
you niggas wouldn't heal me
Therefore I'm healin' myself
gettin' in tune with my God
Slowly revealin' myself
buildin' my wealth
A nigga touch mine
I'ma kill 'em myself trust me
Everything come back around
full circle
Why do lies sound pleasant
but the truth hurtful
Everybody gotta cry once in a while
But how long will
it take 'fore you smile
This is that come back to life shit
My niggas pick me up and
we gon' light the city up
as if the sun had the night shift
And paint the town red
for my nigga found dead too soon
Now I know why they call it
blue moon Yeah
Bitch I'm back outside nigga
I'm back outside
I'm back outside
I'm back outside
Everybody mentions
suicide prevention
Man they even made a hotline
To call up when there's tension
but I got a question
What about a fuckin' homicide
Need a number for my niggas to call
Whenever there's a urge to
get triggers involved
Need a number for my niggas to call
Whenever there's a urge to
get triggers involved