[Intro: J.Cole]
Now do I roll up, get higher?
Or po' up, get tired?
Do I roll up, get higher?
Or po' up, get tired?
[Verse 1]
Okay, I'm back on a mission
To pay my tuition
Got loans out the a**
What you know 'bout my past?
I was so late for cla**
Hit the probate, get trashed
Fell asleep off the Henny
Back in '08 I crashed
With my foot on the gas
Thank the Lord I'm still here
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No insurance so now I'm racin' home on first gear
On that morn' I shed tears
Asking what I'm doing here?
I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the f**in' flu in here
But yet I'm just chillin' like I'm back on the yard
My n***as say I'm the truth and when I rap they applaud
That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source
It's like I'm tryna get the head, but she's just jackin' me off
I needed more
Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store
Put my feet on floor
Borrow money from mi amor
Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour
She held you down, now you out here f**in' 'round
[Bridge: J.Cole]
Now this is for my broke n***as, rich n***as (What?)
Gold diggers, Crys sippers (What?)
Cold n***a, flow sicker (What?)
Muthaf**a, I'm a f**in' head bussa go
[Hook: J. Cole]
Coming down on the strip looking in the whip
Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold
Learn from me, f** b**hes, burn money
Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old
But errthing glitter aint gold
The gra** aint greener I've been told
She told, you want your cake and eat it too
I said its cake, thats what your supposed to do
[Verse 2: J.Cole]
Okay, my grammy just died
Im too broke, to goat
She askin my fear, but she close to know
Got trust issues, I;m trying
Where I come from? I don't know
I just block out the pain
Blow the f** up, get dough
See I thought that would it help, turns out its worse
My girl want her first child, my label wont work out
My mama dont see unless I'm on TV
I pray she don't break down
She strong but, she need me
[Verse 3: J.Cole]
They k**ed Saddam, now I wonder who's sane?
How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne?
Old chick callin', but I'm onto new thangs
She still a dime, but I always lose change
Young Simba, went from bottom of the food chain to a few chains
In a new Range
She tellin' me so much has happened
Would've thought you changed
We aint f** in nine months its safe to say I'm due man
[Bridge]
[Hook]