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[Verse 1: J. Cole]
I hit the weed I told myself the last time would be my last
I
don’t trust my own niggas now my mind racing fast
Got my foot up on the gas, got a hundred
on the dash
If the police run up on me I ain't stopping for their ass
Boy you know my
L’s dirty, if they stop me I’m goin to jail surely
I’ll be next to my brother in the
cell no bail for me
Man let me out send me back to bitches that smell purdy
And all I
gotta do is call once and she 'dere all ready
Yeah buddy can't you tell im goin thru hell I don’t even open my mail
I’m in the shower with soap and the towel
I need
cleansing
Bad bitches all on the prowl they need Benzes
Pussy niggas running they
mouth and we ain't flinching
They names ain't even mentioned
I got dreams bigger then
your whole team
You niggas so broke yet somehow you so green
I guess it's envy,
started with a penny now i’m getting plenty money

[Hook]
And one time for
the city, yea
And two times for you, hey
And one time for the city, hey
And two
times for you, uhh

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Look kid, its raining outside boy Fuck an umbrella, niggas banging outside boy
They guns'll dumbbell a nigga
Tired
of telling niggas that's deceased, rest in peace
We tired of only having just a piece And fuck policing, they killing niggas what's the reason
His daughter starving and she
fucking freezing
So no wonder why he fucking squeezing
They out here bussin’
leavin’ niggas stuck and bleedin’ on the flo’
Bullets wet you like a semen on a ho Breathing slow man, I'm in hell
One day you tryna make rent, next day you in jail Lord knows he meant well
So I take the pencil and write like a pen pal
Some shit
that’s darker than the tints up on the windshield
Welcome to Sinville where niggas on
base
Shit is looking like an infield
High as a Sprint bill
What you think,
that's the reason why this ink in my pen kills
Phoney niggas until they are extinct, bitch
I’ve been real

[Hook]

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
The more niggas
sayin’
Cole the wrong one bringin’ the city shine
All he ever doin’ is
paintin’ pictures of crime
Tellin’ stories of pain, paintin’ pictures of dope Bitch if you listen I’m paintin’ pictures of hope
That boy in class embarrassed
because he broke
Hopin’ today he won’t be the butt of somebody’s joke
See me I
lived it all from dirt-poor in a trailer
Worried about my mother and never trustin’ my
neighbors
To middle-class with a backyard and my own room
To bein’ the only black
kid in my homeroom
Academically gifted and followed my own rules
Was runnin’ the
streets hey ma I’ll be home soon
Was out chasin’ hoes, was out hoopin’
Them
niggas wasn’t ballin’ but yet they was foul shootin’
So meet the newest role model who
don’t know how to fake this shit
Never sold a rock and look I made it bitch
[Hook]

[Outro]
Girl it’s been so long, I’ve been gone from you But you ain’t gotta worry ’bout the thangs I do
It’s hard but the thought of you
would ease my pain
Girl I promise they gon’ know our name
Ain’t seen you smile in
awhile
But I been dreamin’ ’bout you

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