[Verse 1: J.Cole] Strictly for the survivors The 800 number dodgers Boy, what I tell ya a** bout picking up that phone When the number unknown Tell them people I ain't home Half black learning white lies n***as broke her heart now she trying white guys Too ashamed to bring him 'round cause her homegirls'll clown like “Girl I ain't know you like ‘em bite size" She embarra**ed now On edge cause she gotta meet his parents now They probably think I'm no good for ‘em Too dark, too thick, too hood for ‘em Now she sitting at the dinner table wondering what I'm doing here They got me feeling like a job interview in here They asking questions about her 5 year plan She saying “who I'm fooling, they could never understand” They could never understand [Hook: Amber of Dirty Projectors] Look at me I Just can't believe What they've done to me We could never get free I just wanna be (I just wanna be) Look at me I Just can't believe What they've done to me We could never get free I just wanna be I just wanna dream [Verse 2: J.Cole] (f** is that smell) I smell bullsh**, it must be an election year The more I listen man the more you sound less sincere Still I'm watching CNN tryna keep up In my interviews maybe I should speak up Tell the world how I feel like you lying all the time And keep ‘em n***as walking 'round blind all the time But the same n***as think I'm f**ing dimes all the time Like I'm walking round with money on my mind all the time And I feed into it I'd rather make tracks where I bleed into it The single's only the look to sell these n***as the book I can only pray that one day you'll read into it If not, f** it, I got my own problems f** ya beats n***a I produce my own albums I zone out that old sound that I've grown out of Was born out of being broke with hope But it don't matter I'm on Saturn now and I won't shatter As long as this blood grows in my bone marrow I'm gonna gather my thoughts As sharp as a bow and arrow Back when I had no dough and no apparel My flow's thorough, now I'm more aware of all the perils a n***a face Loaded pistols with nickle plates is a n***a fate And why they call this sh** a race The agony of defeat, wish the elite could get a taste [Hook] [Bridge: Amber of Dirty Projectors] We're all together in the same boat I know you, you know me Baby, you know me We're all together in the same boat I know you, you know me Baby, you know me We're all together in the same boat I know you, you know me Baby, you know me I Just wanna dream I Just wanna dream I Just wanna dream Baby, you know me [Outro: 2Pac] Don't support the Phoneys,Support the real You know what I mean? How can these people be talkin about how they so real And they don't care about our communities? How can they be talkin about how they're all this you know The hood and blah blah they don't care about the communities? You know what I mean? Listen to the words they have in their lyrics And tell me is that some real sh** And if that's real sh** to you You know what I mean? Listen to what they're saying to you Don't just bob your head to the beat peep the game And listen to what I'm saying & hold us accountable for it