โหลดเพลง mp3 A Tale of 2 Citiez - J. Cole

A Tale Of 2 Citiez (双城故事) - J. Cole
Lyrics by：Anderson He
Composed by：Anderson He
Produced by：Anderson "Vinylz" Hernandez
Since a youngin'
Always dreamed of gettin' rich

Look at me my ni**a
Fantasize about a white picket fence

With some trees my ni**a
Used to want a path
Finder with some tints

That's all I need my ni**a
Throw some 20's on that b**ch
And get it rinsed

But now I see my ni**a
That the worlds a lot bigger ever since

Picked up the paper
And they say my ni**a
Eddie caught a body,
I'm convinced

Anybody is a killer,
All you gotta do is push 'em to the limits

F**k being timid in the Civic politicin'
With the pushers and the pimps

I'm tryna write a story, can I get a glimpse?
Yeah can I get a glimpse?
Last night I had a bad dream

That I was trapped in this city
Then I asked is that really
Such a bad thing?

They robbin' niggas on the daily
Can you blame a ni**a
That ain't never had things?

Guess not, last night they pulled up
On my ni**a at the light like
Uh, nice watch, run it
Hands in the air now,

Hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now,
Hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now,
Hands in the air

Hands in the air now,
Hands in the air

Small town ni**a Hollywood dreams
I know that everything
That glitters ain't gold
I know the sh*t ain't always
Good as it seems
But tell me till you get it
How could you know?
How could you know?
How could you know?
How could you know?
How could you know?
How could you know?
How could you know?
How could you know?
How could you know?
How could you know?
How could you know?
How could you know?
How could you know?
Listen up I'm about to go
And get rich

F**k with me my ni**a
We gon' circle round
The Ville and hit a lick

Cop some tree my ni**a
And some powder, bag it up
And make it flip

You gon' see my ni**a
One day we gon' graduate
And cop a brick

And that's the key my ni**a
Listen up I'm bout to go and get rich

Stand back and watch
If you want to ni**a
Me I want my pockets fat,
A badder b**ch

Tired of seein' niggas flaunt,
I wanna flaunt too ni**a
Watch some rollers
In the f**kin' Crown Vic

Tryna lock a ni**a up,
That's what they won't do ni**a
Wanna know a funny thing about this sh*t?

Even if you let em' kill your dream
It'll haunt you ni**a
Haunt you
Last night I had a bad dream

That I was trapped in this city
Then I asked is
That really such a bad thing?

I look around like do
You wanna be another ni**a,
That ain't never had things?
(What's the value of a thing?)
Guess not, last night
We pulled up on a ni**a
At the light like
Uh, nice watch, run it
Hands in the air now,
Hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now,
Hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now,
Hands in the air

Hands in the air now,
Hands in the air

Father forgive me for me, childish ways

I look outside and all the clouds are gray

I need your hands to take me, miles away

Your wish is my command, my command,
My command, but
Before you go I've got to, warn you now

Whatever goes up surely, must come down

And you'll get your piece
But no peace, won't be found

So why just take me man,
Take me man, take me man

Your wish is my command,
My command, my command