Collection Of J.COLE Lyrics

About J Cole ( Jermaine Lamarr Cole ) :

Jermaine Lamarr Cole (born January 28, 1985), better known by his stage name J. Cole, is an American rapper and producer. In 2009 he was the first artist signed to Jay-Z's label Roc Nation .

J COLE

"Simba"

Straight out The Villle and I made it,
Like a villian I'm hated
I see'em gillin, I ate it though
Fien'n to blow inflatable, That's undebatable (ugh)
I'm givin niggas food for thought, the flow is cater yo
I'm never faded though,
Haters wanna see me broke, but me and the doe related hoe!
It's like my only son, where I go, he come!
niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit
Nah I don't stunt on niggas, I show'em how to do this shit
I'm somethin like the light-skin version of the very same baby that The Virgin Mary raised
That's word to everything!
nigga life a scary game but I'm playin
You sucka nigga lie in everything that ya sayin
Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause
Ay nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws
fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog
I got protection, lethal weapons, and they aim on ya'll
I'm like the man on mars; I'm high as hell
Watch me blow like I exhale I excel in this rap shit,
Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit
And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit
So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics
I just massacre the streets, I'm a master of the beats and the rhymes
I'm rappin for the freaks and the dimes and shine like a mothafuckin diamond,
You shine like a mothafuckin dime
That's word to my mom
I don't mind if you niggas hate
Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight
I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate
The kind a flow that make a nigga hyper-ventilate (ugh)
See let me demonstrate, I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor
The only pops a nigga ever seen around was Huckstable
And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for
Look how the buzzer grow,
Ballin til the buzzer blow
Man I'm hungry, does it show?
Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck
I hope you niggas woke now, impermanentely
Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease
Word on the streets is I'm the prince nigga, check the splenda
And I can't wait to be the King, nigga: young simba!
Word on the streets is I'm the Prince nigga, check the splenda
And I can't wait to be the king, nigga: young simba!


"I'm The Man"


He gonna have the nerve to fucking tell me niggas from the south can't spit?,
Bitch I'll smack your dumb ass (Fayettenam what up? Carolina what up?)
Stupid ass mother fuckers (New York, what up? Queens)
I'm a quit talking shit and about show y'all
I told y'all niggas that I'm getting my bread and going home
I'm a show you all stupid ass motherfuckers (Coming soon, nigga)
Dumb ass niggas
The heir to the throne
South nigga bred to the bone
But haters say he fled from his home (please),
Now picture that, I was 18 with million dollar dreams (yeah),
Moved to Jamaica Queens, like Prince Akim,
But ain't looking for no queen, (nah)
Came to get my c.r.e.a.m. (yup),
City on my back, I just lift my wings, I'm fly
You niggas on my dick, while I
Thought them niggas from the south couldn't spit, viola
I'm here. I'm a lot respect, not fear.
So please be clear, nigga please beware,
I'm a motherfucking monster, B.S. me? (naw)
No, my hand game like fucking PSP!
Now pop the champagne, money is coming soon
My dick do the damn thing, honey it's cuming soon,
She jerking, bend her over, now she hurting,
Living reckless got me thinking of death, look how she flirting,
Well, fuck that bitch, man a nigga tryna breathe (yea)
Some of these niggas be tryna dick her down and leave
Rest In Peace, ya'll boys living too fast,
Caught up in the cash, and got shot up in a flash,
Ville niggas don't play,
When it comes to that money, think real niggas won't spray?
Mid-day when it's sunny, they kill niggas broad day
On some more new jack shit
This rap shit is like tag nigga you not it, so run

Ha ha ah
I'm the man, hahaha, yea hey
I'm the man
I'm the man, (I told ya'll niggas),
I'm the man

Yea, uh
They say I act like I'm the man, cause motherfucka I am
Niggas study my style, I should be giving exams,
Damn boy I am so flamboyant with the ensemble.
Polo jacket, polo tee, what a fine combo,
And I'm the man, now understand a nigga bossin, ' (yea)
Scheming on that drop top CL but it's costing (yea)
Long term plans for the fam, we'll be dropping?
Never catch a nigga double-crossing, unless I'm flossing (woo)
In the streets niggas peace war until you force him,
To quarter back them bullet passes, you could Randy Moss 'em.
Got damn you niggas got handled,
Niggas only publishing, my style got sampled,
So I switched like a thick bitch with some heels on.
I seen a nigga get popped, I feel for 'em
I know who did it, but you think I'm finna squeal on him?
Shout out to R.J. Hill I would kill for him,
That's word, nigga observe my genius.
E&J sipping got a nigga straight leaning,
My DNA dripping while your girl stay drinking, (haha)
I told y'all I'm the man, what the fuck ya'll niggas thinking?

Yea, Yeah
I'm the man
I'm the man nigga
And I'm the man
I'm the man nigga
(I'm the man)

Yea
First and foremost, Fayettenam what's good?
Carolina, what up? Bull city, Raleigh, Charlotte, Winston Salem,
Greensboro, Wilmington, nigga
Everywhere dog, I'm repping from long distance, man.
I told y'all boy, I'm bout to get this money and come home right quick,
Y'all niggas still see me tho, you think I'm still there; you ain't even know I'm gone
Back so much, nigga,
I hear you all little niggas talking, nigga.
Prince of the city, nigga.
Prince of the south, nigga, holla at me.
Ya know? Heir to the throne, bitch.

"School Daze"

Yeah

Take ya'll back... to them school days, yeah.

Fayettenam, what up, man?

We came a long way from sticking move

Niggas skipping school, just to scrap over bullshit

Nigga if you lose, it's a wrap, them hoes clowning

It goes down in the lunch room

I'm tryna spit this game nigga, fuck food,

Bust moves to the hallway

My niggas posted on the wall, always

Ain't thinking about class, dog, my ass tryna parle

If we had this shit our way

We be standing here all day

But look the principal's coming, give pounds then we all escape.

All late to class with fake passes,

Living life in the fast lane, but ain't passing.

They dreaming, tryna be the next Jay-Z and Damon Dashes

I ain't even open my book and it's time to change classes.

Walk straight past my ex and don't speak,

It's all good, probably have a new ex by next week.

I just think, the shit we did was silly, yo, I know that,

But what I wouldn't give to go back.

[Chorus]

Yea, Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again.

Yea, I sit and wish I was a kid again,

Yea I sit and wish.

Yo, I walk another nigga girl to her class, with my hand on her ass,

If he say 'what up' later, I just laugh.

Real sneaky yo, gotta keep it low,

Up in math, let my nigga read this real freaky note Kiki wrote, yea

Hooping up in P.E. you can't see me on this gym flow,

But damn Vanessa booty looking sick up in them gym shorts.

Uh, we bag 'em up, ya'll niggas gonna have to wait,

So they passing hate like, 'Damn I can't wait 'til they graduate.'

But some of my niggas will probably never make it,

The S.A.T. shit man I doubt they ever take it, cause

Instead of tryna send a nigga to a tutor,

Them guidance counselors tryna introduce us to recruiters, it's a set-up.

Momma cut the light on, "Time to get up, "

Make sure the shirt matching the forces then I head out,

At the time I thought this shit was so whack,

But what I wouldn't give to go back.

Yea, hey,

[Chorus]

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again.

Yea, I sit and wish I was a kid again,

Yea I sit and wish.

I'm a little grown, but still reminisce,

Close your eyes nigga, you remember this?

Friday night football game, something I'll forever miss.

After parties in the gym, grinding underneath the rim,

You forgot your school I.d.? Fuck, nigga, you ain't getting in.

In the hallways acting like some hoodlums,

See that scrap? Naw, damn I always miss the good ones.

Them rumors spreading fast with that he say she say,

Twenty people on the phone cause everybody did three-way.

Man we played them girls for the fools, but,

Wasn't no ladies like them ladies from other schools,

Cause seeing them same old chicks got tired quick

She was just fucking my boy, now she all on my dick, gossip, damn.

Another chick pregnant, another nigga gone,

I reminisce on all the chicks a nigga never bone,

Pardon me ya'll I'm just flipping through some Kodaks,

Sitting, wishing I could go back.

[Chorus]

Yea, Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again.

Yea, I sit and wish I was a kid again,

Yea I sit and wish, man.

Yeah, this shit is dedicated to all my niggas man.

R.J., Mike Shaw, Jim Brown, yea, B. Nasty, Big Joe,

Smitty, What's good? Yea,

Terry Sanford High School, E. Smith,..

Class of 2003, that's me

I know y'all remember this. 

"Dolla And A Dream"

A dolla and a dream, that's all a nigga got

So if its about that cream, then I’m all up in the spot

I was raised in the F-A

Why a nigga never gave me nothing?

Pops left me, I ain’t never cry, baby, fuck him, that’s life

And trust me I’m living,

Look what a nigga made out,

The shit that I was given,

Look what a nigga came out

Momma sewing patches on my holes,

Man, our hoes couldn’t put this flame out.

Straight up, I got my back against the brick wall,

I’m from a world where niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols.

You pass through, you better pray them bullets missed y’all,

I thank the Lord He let a nigga make it this far,

A lot niggas don’t, a lot of moms weep.

I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me.

You never know when a nigga might try to harm me.

Rest In Peace that nigga John Lee,

I pour liquor, homie

It’s foul, but yo the world keeps spinning,

Gotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linen,

Nigga Imma eat, even if it means sinning,

Niggas want beef, Imma sink my teeth in ‘em

Pause, I go harder, I'm all about a dollar

You niggas street smart? I’m a motherfucking scholar

So trust me, I ain’t stopping ‘til my money is long,

So much dough, them hoes will think I’m rocking money cologne

Have a model at the crib waiting, “Honey, I’m home.”

Cooking greens for a nigga, give ‘em plenty, a dome.

It’s funny, we dream about money so much its like we almost got it,

Until we reach up in our pockets, its time to face reality,

The ville is a trap nigga now,

And if you ain’t focused you gonna be here for awhile,

My nigga Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun,

Type a nigga know about every car, but don’t got one.

That’s hunger, no wonder niggas fucking with the evils,

Posted on the corner, selling crack like its legal

But who am I to judge how a nigga get his paper?

This money coming soon, dog, I’m tryna get my cake up

I guess I gotta wake up these niggas myself,

An E&J sipper, but my shit is top shelf,

Young J, the rawest shit you niggas ever heard of

A journalist nigga, call me the Fayetteville Observer

You know the routine, man

Fayettnam

Real niggas can relate,

And Ville niggas can relate, man.

My niggas know about the struggle, man.

What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, nigga?

I had the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh shit.

I was in like first grade man, I swear

It was like the Sixes came out, the Jordan Sixes.

Them shit was so fly man, I wanted them so bad.

Darryl what up man?

My nigga Darryl had them shits on in class yo,

I wanted that shit soooo bad.

I begged my mom for that shit, you know.

But she couldn’t afford it, yo, she gave me,

Got me some Reeboks black tops, ahaha

But that was all good tho, cuz uh,

The year after that I had, I had some, some no name shits,

Some all black shits, haha

Them shits had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know?

But you know back then niggas didn’t,

Niggas ain’t even know he was broke man, no worries and shit.

But uh, times have changed man, I got bills,

My mom is in debt, what you know about that?

College loans and shit, nigga

Gotta get this money, ma 

"Throw It Up"

Yeah

Yeah, uh

Yea,

Yea

Yeah

Carolina, nigga

Fayettenam, nigga

Yea

This is for them street niggas to them deep niggas,

Them politics, them geek niggas,

To them freak bitches that swallow dick, it's real.

Or them sheet niggas ain't proud of shit niggas, and still,

Even them bleak niggas without a cent could feel.

I never sleep nigga, I gotta get them mills

I never cheat nigga, my heart is with the ville.

When niggas greet niggas with hollow tips, but chill.

You'll never reach nigga, I got an itch to kill.

Word, a nigga bringing heat to the third

My shit in every street, like the curb.

So bitches wanna meet cause I'm deep with my words,

So them niggas wanna peep like a perv,

But peep game.

Before they start saying "He changed,"

A real nigga can never forget where he came.

So if I'm up in Carolina kicking deep game,

Or if I'm riding through Queens like the E-train,

I throw it up!

Yea

If you a down south nigga, throw it up, (and)

If you an east coast nigga, throw it up, (yea)

If you a west coast nigga, throw it up, (ay)

If you a mid-west nigga, throw it up, (ay)

If you a Fayettenam nigga, throw it up, (yea)

If you a ATL nigga, throw it up,

New York to L.A. niggas, throw it up,

Yeah, Chi town throw it up (yea)

As you niggas smoking more kush,

South niggas wreaking niggas, ask George Bush,

Ask Bill Clinton, a nigga Will Smithin'

My jeans a 'lil less baggy, money still fittin.'

The streets a lil less rowdy, but they still kickin'

Them Randy Johnson O.G. niggas still pitchin'

And yeah, I know she got a man, but I'm still hittin'

So when he be up in that shit, he be like "This feels different,"

No shit, throw dick like the veteran I am,

I got that vitamin D, it's like medicine to them.

I got her climaxing like it's never finna end,

That's why she fucking me a lot better than her man.

She try a new trick, she so wet a nigga swam,

Like a salmon in this bitch, my dick drowning in that shit.

They love a fly nigga on that frisbee shit.

Plus a nigga get Gs like them Disney flicks.

I throw it up!

Yea

If you a down south nigga, throw it up,

If you an east coast nigga, throw it up, (yea)

If you a west coast nigga, throw it up, (yea)

If you a mid-west nigga, throw it up, (yea)

If you a Bull city nigga, throw it up, (yea)

If you a H-town nigga, throw it up, (yea)

You represent that Bay nigga, throw it up, (yea)

And if you from that BK nigga, throw it up (yea)

Greedy niggas want the money, so that's where my aim is,

Hoe niggas love the attention, wanna be famous,

Real niggas fuck the attention, they know it's dangerous,

Rather make a mil' and nobody know what my name is, (uh)

But that's the price when you nice with it.

And them ladies gonna like cause you light-skinned,

I take advantage of the situation,

I'm hitting dimes from Atlanta up to Pennsylvania.

They catch feelings and I switch next,

"I made it clear baby, just sex,

I'm too young to settle down, shorty get dressed!"

Even them white girls tryna be my princess,

But I only fuck with sisters like incest.

I've been stressed, I'm so in-depth,

I get this weight up off my chest like a bench-press,

I sense death in the air, but it's nothing for me,

Some niggas better be aware or meet the cousin of sleep, get it?

You slow niggas still ain't felt that shit.

How she gonna upgrade me dog? I built that shit.

Rapping's a cash cow, finna milk that bitch,

You better hit up homocide, I just killed that shit, boy!

Throw it up nigga!

Throw Throw it, Throw it up!

Yeah! 

"Quote Me"

Haha uh

Yeah, uh

Yeah, Yo

Bear with a nigga man,

Gotta a little head cold, ya know?

I'll still kill it nigga

Show y'all niggas how it do,

Real Quick,

Uh.

You know what they say,

The window to the soul is in the eyes,

So disrespect a nigga, I will close a nigga blind,

Yeah who can hold us? Super focused

Shoot them hoes with the super soakers,

I got 'em so wet, fuck that, more wet,

I'm Hennessy drinking

Wonder what my enemies' thinking,

Nervous? nigga, please.

I'm finna be caking with dough-

So much bread, it's like a nigga be baking.

Walk that's so cold, this shit will need blankets,

Money coming soon, tell my niggas be patient.

We gonna replace those whips with some sicker ones,

We gonna erase them chicks for some thicker ones.

Hit and run, bigger funds,

But still can't forget to pour liquor,

As I reminisce on them niggas that couldn't come.

Rest in peace, can't control another man's destiny,

So I do what's best for me.

I know you think niggas well, ain't no test to me.

On my plate is a meal, ain't no recipe- for that,

Some nigga chill on the tech, no speak, blaaat,

Some niggas will put your chest to feet

I'm talking reckless.

What you expect nigga, I'm flexing,

Y'all dyslexic, got a nigga twisted.

Never shot a nigga, I don't gotta get convicted,

Cause if I say the word, your whole squad is getting lifted.

What up then? Niggas ain't saying nothing? Shut up then!

Wouldn't last a minute in the city I grew up in.

Where I got my swag, cool as the breeze is,

Chip on my shoulder, I walk like I'm Jesus.

About that paper, we could give a fuck if you believe us,

Looking for model divas that barely speak English,

Fuck 'em while we rich, cause when we broke, they gonna leave us,

We earn stripes, looking like zebras,

Y'all looking like Adidas.

We do it for the streets, cause they need us,

Got beef? Come meet us.

Ok I thought so,

Y'all niggas are so mad cause I floss so bad on bitches,

And with this stroke, I'm Picasso,

Niggas told me good afaso,

Now she yelling out God so much, thought I had her singing gospel.

Shit, shout out to my apostle,

Shit, you know me, nicest nigga in the south,

Yea you can quote me!

Wooo Shit!

Haha

Ooooh Shit, mother fucker!

Hahaha

Oohh Shit,

And I'm sick bitch, holla at me!

You know!

Fuck boy!