January 28th (一月二十八日（现场版）) (Live) - J. Cole Rap tune
Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune
Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune
I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
The real is back The ville is back Flow bananas here Peel this back And what you'll find is Your highness Can paint a picture That is vivid enough to cure blindness Carolina's finest You knew that already And turned to the greatest I proved that already And if you would like I do it twice I just sharpen my blade for a minute Became lost in my ways This for my niggas That was tossin' the graves Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts And get lost in the days We used to play Before your coffing was made
Just got the call ni**a got caught With a stray Hope he's okay Just got paid What cochran got paid to free oj Just to share my life on the stage in Front of strangers Who know a ni**a far too well And that's the danger Know me better than I know myself I rip a page out my notebook in anger And let these thoughts linger singing Don't give 'em too much you
Don't let 'em take control
It's one thing you do
Don't let 'em taint your soul
If you believe in god
One thing's for sure
If you ain't aim too high
Then you aim too low
What's the price for a black man life I check the toe tag
Not one zero in sight I turn the tv on Not one hero in sight Unless he dribble or he fiddle with mics Look out the window Cause tonight the city lit up with lights Cameras and action
May no man alive come through And damage my faction I brought you niggas with me cause I love you like my brothers And your mothers' like my mother Think we need a plan of action The bigger we get the more likely egos collide It's just physics
Please let's put our egos aside You my niggas And should our worst tendencies Turn us into enemies I hope that we remember these Nights fulla hennessey When hov around we switch up to That d'usse Gotta show respect One day we tryna stay where you stay Cause we from where you from Not talkin' bout the slums I'm talkin' 'bout that mind state That keep a black ni**a dumb Keep a black ni**a dyin' By a black ni**a gun And keep on listening To the frontin' a** rap niggas son Yeah I said son This is new york's finest For 11 winters straight I took on new york's climate Like show me new york's ladder I climb it and set the bar so high That you gotta get Obama to force the air force to find it Never mind it you'll never reach that Cole is the hypnotist Control the game whenever he snap That's every track
Don't give 'em too much you
Don't let 'em take control
It's one thing you do
Don't let 'em taint your soul
If you believe in god
One thing's for sure
If you ain't aim too high
Then you aim too low Then you aim too low I ain't serve no pies
I ain't slang no d**e I don't bring no lies
Niggas sang my quotes
I don't play no games
Boy I ain't no joke Like the great rakim When I make my notes You niggas might be l
