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Rags To Riches (At The Beep) – J. Cole

[Ring]
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Damn, broke is a bad joke but still I laugh though
Frontin’ trynna have hope, it’s sad though
I’m tired of being broke as shit
I’m seeing other niggas ball and I’m like 0 for 6
Ay man I just graduated, good old college degree
Shit, my niggas drug dealing seen more dollars than me
I know my calling, it’s in my blood to do this music thing
Won’t be that illest nigga that you never knew his name
I’m looking at these fake A&R’s like “you a lame-
That boy a genius and you ain’t even listen, man you insane”
But you’ll see though, just what the hell a nigga bout’ to be though
So give me one year then play this back like T-VO
Cause boy I’m fein’n blow I’m a mothafucking torpedo
The music’s in my blood so watch these niggas turn mosquitoes
Uh, I play the villain and the hero, some grow man shit
Feel like a god’dam kid, man I’m Pac and BIG
(What up?) “Up” is something that I can’t give
Won’t see me disappear like the old Ant Viv
Cause even on a slow jam I’m so damn sick
Man I even spread a virus to a program-quick
I gotta focus on my flow and get some doe man, shit
No dollars got me acting like I got no damn sense
But peace to my broham’s and my ex lady
Yea we’ve been complicating things with the sex lately
Maybe I’m being selfish-but naw I can’t help it
Cause girl we go back like a throwback Celtics-jersey
Regardless of where God lead us,
Just know that I was Martin and you was my Gina
Uh, but I’m through living in the past Lord
No more thinking rewind and more fast forward
Less rearview mirror and more dashboard
I’m visualizing cash and stamps on a passport
That CLS with a full tank of gas for it
Cop my momma a whip nigga he didn’t even ask for it
Wise enough to know that money can’t buy you happiness or loveers
But it’s gon get my momma out the struggle
Wise enough to know that money can’t buy you happiness or lovers
But it’s gon get my momma out the struggle
Said I’m wise enough to know that money can’t buy you happiness or lovers
But it’s gon get my momma out the struggle nigga

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Yeah uh!
Uh huh
I’d like to welcome ya’ll to

My life, my life, my life, my life in the sunshine
(My life in the sunshine, ok yeah)
Everybody loves the sunshine (This is the come up nigga, uh)
Sunshine (Ayo real quick man)
Everbody loves the sunshine
(Ya’ll better pardon this experience man, the come up)
(While we gettin’ outta here, I just wanna give a few shout outs man)
Sunshine (First and foremost man, my fam man my mother my brother man)
Folks get down in the sunshine (God nigga, yes god nigga)
(For real my brothers from ‘nother mothers man, RJ man)
Sunshine (Mike Shaw, what it is man, DreamVille all day, we not…)
Folks get down in the sunshine (We callin’ that shit Fayattenam niggas)
(But we also callin’ that shit DreamVille
Nigga you got a dream, you can get the fuck up outta yo situation nigga
Shout out to By Any Means, my nigga E-Ro man
Them Two Nice Niggas man
All the way, all terrain music all day)
There’s trees and plants and flowers (It’s a beautiful life man)
(Froms rags to riches, watch me man)
There’s trees and plants and flowers (From rags to riches)
There’s trees and plants and flowers (Uh yeah)

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Home For The Holidays – J. Cole

Hey, this is the story of a young’n dreamin
Left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin’
Big city on his own shit
But every now and then a nigga get home sick
Pick up the phone, holla at my partner he telling em, be warned
A lot of shit been changing the time you’ve been gone
The streets got meaner, the hoes got growner
And went and got baby’s the day they got a diploma
Damn, there’ll be some niggas missing when you fly back
If you black, they sending you to jail or to Iraq
Old buddy that we hoop with, with a bad chick and a fly lac
Anda gold chain, caught him on a merc, tryna buy crack
Damn homie, shit, in high school you was the man homie
Fuck happened to you,
Used to beat niggas down at the buses after school
Now you looking like a muthafucking fool

[Chorus]
Say I’ll be home for the holidays
So when you see me, better holla at me
I gotta get up put this city ‘fore it try to trap me
I gotta leave, I wish I could stay
But I’ll be home for the holidays
And to those that I used to know
From way before, keep your head up
Come lets get this bread up
Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay
But I’m coming home for the holidays

This is a story bout some puppy love
But at the time boy, I was feeling like this must be love
Although now I’m on my grown shit
She mad as hell, a nigga still get home sick
I was fresh up off a scholarship
Dressed like a black man in college shit
Got a little knowledge now I’m following the politics
But I still gotta holla at my old chick
So sweet, so thick, girl pick up your phone, it’s me
She said “we aint homies no more”
You go to college and you act like you don’t know me no more
Girl, we got history semester seem so long
The last time I seen ya baby you aint have no clothes on
So if history repeats itself
When I get home, girl its on, you aint gone need ya belt
Or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind
Just don’t give it up in the meantime

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[Chorus]

Man I reminisce on them school days
I know you know them act a fool days
That missed the bus then hit the blunt and go to school blazed
That trying to get laid so I gotta stay fly
But a nigga had a shot you’d have thought thats where the bulls play
Wished this freshman could used a little Kool-aid
Crushing on them upper clansmen but it was tool late
Buddy she was dating he had the freshest shoes
But the nigga was graduated but he never made two a’s
Hey if you’re listening we got in to school
But who will pay our tuition man
These niggas crazy
One year cost about the same as a Mercedes (benz)
Four years cost white crib and a baby
Ay maybe this aint for me
If only I could be Lebron with the strength to leave
The worst part about growing up man the shit just aint for free
Maybe I can be someone people pay to see
And maybe I should move up outta here to the place to be
To get from a to z ay what you think I’m crazy
If I told you one day that Imma sign with jay-z
And will I make it I guess we gotta wait and see

[Chorus]

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Knock On Wood (Freestyle) – J. Cole

(Cole, cole, cole, cole
And on the count of 3
Baby girl
Cole, cole, cole, cole
And on the count of 3
Baby girl
Cole, cole, cole, cole
Hey
And on the count of 3
Blow up – ah
Blow up – ah)

Yea – and that I will
Nigga and that I will
I keep a checklist of rappers that I’mma kill
I used to play the bleachers before I had a deal
Now a nigga gettin burnt, just imagine how that feel
Mmm, ill, fantastic
Flip rhymes, flip beats, nigga jamnastics
Your style hot now but they just can’t last wit
Somethin like the rap sandcastle
Gone with the tide
I’m here for the season
Bend your ass over bitch
I’m here for a reason
Cole breezin, flow freezin
This ain’t spittin ho – I’m sneezin
Used to hit South Beach, stay at the Parisian
No fun nigga, low funds was the reason
Old school bed that the hoes got pleased in
Now them loes dos is what I throw peas in
Man talk about a come up
Niggas see me in the street, they talkin bout The Come Up
Or talk about The Warm Up
Aye nigga when yo album drop?
And why these little rappers like to run they mouth alot?
And J. Cole are you really from the south or not?
I see yo jeans, man them thangs musta cost alot
Aye do you get a chance to hang out with the boss alot?
Even them hatin niggas like you at the barbershop
Cole! yeaaa, thats my motherfuckin name
Nigga couldn’t even watch the allstar game
Had to do the ole valentines day thang
Gotta play the game so my lady won’t complain
3 or 4 days I’ll be back on a plane
Do a couple shows where the people know my name
Look man the crowd full of pretty young thangs
If you gone do dirt then you can’t leave a stain
Mane, tiger woods ya’ll
He like the white girls
I like them hoods yall
She got her hair straight, she got a good job
She give the best brain, she got them good jaws
I got that good game, thats cause I’m good ya’ll
J. Cole the little engine that could ya’ll
And yea I’m comin for the top like I should ya’ll
And bitch I’ll never fall off
Knock on wood ya’ll
Cole

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Like A Star – J. Cole

[Chorus]
Baby girl, roll down the window
I love to see your hair float when the wind blow
Even if the money been slow
‘Ey to you it don’t matter cause you still gon’ ride with me
You’re still gon’ ride wit’ me
I say you’re still gon’ ride wit’ me
I know you’re still gon’ ride wit’ me, hey

[Verse 1]
Welcome to the life of a, nice brother
Light skind-ed, black father, white mother
Tried to be a player, found out I’m a slight lover
Come from Carolina, I’m fly, I’m a right brother
Went away to school looking for the right lover
You know, someone that couldn’t ever worry ’bout a rubber
She had a man, I be damned, think I might love her
Thought about her ass for the whole damn Summer
Man I even memorised her whole damn number
This is my semester dog, I’m coming to arrest her
Yah, y’all you know, handcuff her, her ex man, fuck him
Oh nah don’t be a parr man, that nigga was a dog
So it’s me now, and she be everywhere I be now
I wonder, should I tell her what her fella wanna be now?
The dreams I been dreaming and them things I wanna see now
Do they make you wanna leave or would you still hold me down?

[Chorus]
‘Ey Baby girl, roll down the window
I love to see your hair float when the wind blow
Even if te money been slow
‘Ey to you it don’t matter cause you still gon’ ride wit’ me
You’re still gon’ ride wit’ me
I say you’re still gon’ ride with me
I know you’re still gon’ ride with me, hey
(Just like a star)
Cause baby girl you shine (just like a star)
And we gon’ do it big (just like a star)
And maybe get a crib (just like a star)
‘Ey maybe we can live (just like a star)

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[Verse 2]
Hey, for you I always had an admiration
We lost touch but you never left my imagination
Congratulations on your graduation
Oh now it’s time to hit the real World filled with all them resumes and applications
Man, but ain’t nobody calling you back
You say it’s cause you a woman and even more cause you black, imagine that
The weight of everything on your plate
You got the World on your back baby, if you can relate, man I feel for you
‘Ey has this World got too real for you?
Your old friends say you changed but I still know you
You that same old girl I used to take home from school
Tryna look cool, forgot I had to break on, damn
Time passed and you done grew up
And yeah, it’s just like I told you baby look I done blew up
But the money and this little bit of fame ain’t changed me
So holla when you need me, I bet you you’ll get the same me

[Hook]

‘Ey baby girl, roll down the window
I love to see your hair float when the wind blow
Even if te money been slow
‘Ey to you it don’t matter cause you still gon’ ride with me
You’re still gon’ ride with me
I say you’re still gon’ ride with me
I know you’re still gon’ ride with me, hey
(Just like a star)
Cause baby girl you shine (just like a star)
And we gon’ do it big (just like a star)
And maybe get a crib (just like a star)
‘Ey maybe we can live

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Just like a star that’s in my sky
Just like an Angel on my pain
You have appeared to my life
It feels like we never be the same
Damn and it’s been, way too long
Can’t find the words to write this song
Hey, Ugh, still I wanna worry
But it ain’t what I do
Hey, we do it all the time
Goin’ out my mind
Man

[Hook]

‘Ey baby girl, roll down the window
I love to see your hair float when the wind blow
Even if te money been slow
‘Ey to you it don’t matter cause you still gon’ ride wit’ me
You’re still gon’ ride wit’ me
I say you’re still gon’ ride wit’ me
I know you’re still gon’ ride wit’ me, hey
Just like a star
Just like a star
Just like a star
Just like a star

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