dope Bitch if you listen I'm paintin' pictures of hope That boy in class embarrassed because he broke Hopin' the day he won't be the butt of somebody's jokes See me; I lived
[J. Cole] Life make a n-gga wanna yell out, Change for the fame, how n-ggas turn sell out, Too old for my mama crib I'm tryin to get the hell out, Stayin
the illusion I'm living A few friends killed, a few sent to prison Our mama's tried to warn us but few tend to listen See we running the streets in search
move your body to the pop song That I'm singin', ding a lingin', funky beats ringin' Everybody's swingin' in the place As I kick the J an' easy is my
asshole, every day all day E.B.K. every 24 hours these Houston streets made me this way I spit it like I live it homie and the way I live is dangerous
of my days I couldn't have the streets raise my two siblings Or my kid, I'm too thoro, I survived through prison Collide with rival clicks spitting, listen I live
of '94, So let me grab another Heiny from the stow. ??? of the dragon if you're laggin on the two-step, You slept on the J to the D E L Guess its
and get down with me So jam on it, so jam on it I said jam j-jam j-jam on it I said were rocking to the bright early morning I said jam j-jam j-jam
are the G.O.D's an' we came to rock the spot Like Ironman Starks, they be the illest MCs in the world today Cappa, Raekwon an' the R.Z.A., so listen
From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All the way live from
how music knowledge switch from listener to maker And that's why music maker switch from listener to faker so when the listener graduates to be an artist
that nigga j gone squeeze Cause all I got is misdeameanors and some acd's Y'all gon make me lay something down I promise And puff wear scarmas and listen
popcorn, watch you move your body to the pop song That I'm singing, dinga-linging, funky beats ringing Everybody's swinging in the place As I kick the J
a day o r two no brades tha only ones left is a braid or two,u forget reason why u signed to the roc iz 'cause u listen and u watch and listen to
and what we do and where we live at How much my Vee cost and where my cash stash at But the feds still couldn't get nuttin' J.M. still stuntin' and frontin
the Top of New York Won't stop, until we get dropped from New York Price of coke rise J snatch my enterprise A million more, rookie cops thinking they live
my nigga Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son) We gon' do this for all the real motherfuckin' niggas (Uh uh uh uh yo) Holla at them niggas J, come