Fashawn, J. Cole - Nothin For The Radio lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Fashawn, J. Cole - Nothin For The Radio lyrics]
The ghetto is pitch black and
We all wanna shine so a third of us rhyme
The other half about math, flipping birds
We intertwine there is no words to describe
My habitat except hostile
40oz brews and trips to the hospital or Wasco
Get locked in solitude surrounded by darkness
Hoping some light shine through
Cause we used to DVD
Boosting, crack rock producing
Business suit's claim we're useless
And won't give us jobs
And wonder why their ass get robbed
Wonder why my young brother stuck on reefer
Because the state refuse to pay good teachers
While the rich kids watch from the bleachers
I ask Jesus let some light creep in
May I kick a little something for the
G's and cold hearted niggas that's freezin'
Everythang happens for a reason
But why a nigga stuck shit, this
Ain't nothing for the radio
Nah this ain't nothing for the radio
Nah, this right here what
You've been waiting for
Hey this right here what
You've been waiting for
Why is it me that this dark cloud follows?
I probably drown in this Belvedere bottle
Ugh I get my hymns from him it's a revival
The limit's keep my hands
Spinning like a gyro i need a chiro-prac
Cause I feel like I'm alone in this world
Who got my back?
They tell me find god like I
Don't know where he at
And if he lost why we following him
Just acknowledge the fact that
A father exists and the devil's alive
I'm just caught in the mix
Before he shines his light on me
I was out on the strip
Holding it down till I discovered my gift
(got talent bro, I'm telling you)
It felt more like a curse, in my hoodie
I still made it to church
Just in time they hear the pastor
Complain like sunshine after the rain
Help us out
We all wanna shine so a third of us rhyme
The other half about math, flipping birds
We intertwine there is no words to describe
My habitat except hostile
40oz brews and trips to the hospital or Wasco
Get locked in solitude surrounded by darkness
Hoping some light shine through
Cause we used to DVD
Boosting, crack rock producing
Business suit's claim we're useless
And won't give us jobs
And wonder why their ass get robbed
Wonder why my young brother stuck on reefer
Because the state refuse to pay good teachers
While the rich kids watch from the bleachers
I ask Jesus let some light creep in
May I kick a little something for the
G's and cold hearted niggas that's freezin'
Everythang happens for a reason
But why a nigga stuck shit, this
Ain't nothing for the radio
Nah this ain't nothing for the radio
Nah, this right here what
You've been waiting for
Hey this right here what
You've been waiting for
Why is it me that this dark cloud follows?
I probably drown in this Belvedere bottle
Ugh I get my hymns from him it's a revival
The limit's keep my hands
Spinning like a gyro i need a chiro-prac
Cause I feel like I'm alone in this world
Who got my back?
They tell me find god like I
Don't know where he at
And if he lost why we following him
Just acknowledge the fact that
A father exists and the devil's alive
I'm just caught in the mix
Before he shines his light on me
I was out on the strip
Holding it down till I discovered my gift
(got talent bro, I'm telling you)
It felt more like a curse, in my hoodie
I still made it to church
Just in time they hear the pastor
Complain like sunshine after the rain
Help us out