J. Cole - 1985 lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - 1985 lyrics]
1985, I arrived
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived
We wasn't s'posed to get past 25
Joke's on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas popping now is young
Everybody say the music that
They make is dumb i remember I was 18
Money, pussy, parties
I was on the same thing
You gotta give a boy a chance to grow some
Everybody talkin' like they know
Somethin' these days
Niggas actin' woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you
All frontin' these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do
Who the fuck am I?
I heard one of 'em dissed me, I'm surprised
I ain't trippin', listen good to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me talk with ya
See if I can paint for you the large picture
Congrats 'cause you made it
Out your mama house
I hope you make enough to
Buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your whip foreign
I got some good advice, never quit tourin'
'Cause that's the way we eat
Here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky lil' rap name
I hear your music and I
Know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say
That that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's commercial and
It's pop now
Trap drums is the shit that's hot now
See, I've been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed
Hey but, I love to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you havin' fun and I respect that
But have you ever thought about your impact?
These white kids love that you
Don't give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected
When your skin black they wanna see you dab
They wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from
Your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it
I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and think your
Song is how it feels so when you turn up
You see them turnin' up too
You hit the next city
Collect your money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches
I don't blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's
Lookin' like me and you
True, you got better shit to do
You coulda bought a crib with all
That bread that you done blew
I know you think this type
Of revenue is never endin'
But, I wanna take a minute just
To tell you that ain't true one day
Them kids that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that shit
That made you blow up
Now your show's lookin' light cause
They don't show up
Which unfortunately means the money slow up
Now you scramblin' and hopin'
To get hot again
But, you forgot you only popped
'cause you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and
You goin' through regrets
'Cause you never bought that house
But you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends
I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably
Gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you rappin' 'bout
It's a faster route to the bottom
I wish you good luck
I'm hoping for your sake that you
Ain't dumb as you look
But, if it's really true what people sayin'
And you call yourself playin' with my name
Then I really know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause
My skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you
When your shit flop
In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop
Nigga
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived
We wasn't s'posed to get past 25
Joke's on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas popping now is young
Everybody say the music that
They make is dumb i remember I was 18
Money, pussy, parties
I was on the same thing
You gotta give a boy a chance to grow some
Everybody talkin' like they know
Somethin' these days
Niggas actin' woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you
All frontin' these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do
Who the fuck am I?
I heard one of 'em dissed me, I'm surprised
I ain't trippin', listen good to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me talk with ya
See if I can paint for you the large picture
Congrats 'cause you made it
Out your mama house
I hope you make enough to
Buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your whip foreign
I got some good advice, never quit tourin'
'Cause that's the way we eat
Here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky lil' rap name
I hear your music and I
Know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say
That that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's commercial and
It's pop now
Trap drums is the shit that's hot now
See, I've been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed
Hey but, I love to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you havin' fun and I respect that
But have you ever thought about your impact?
These white kids love that you
Don't give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected
When your skin black they wanna see you dab
They wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from
Your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it
I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and think your
Song is how it feels so when you turn up
You see them turnin' up too
You hit the next city
Collect your money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches
I don't blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's
Lookin' like me and you
True, you got better shit to do
You coulda bought a crib with all
That bread that you done blew
I know you think this type
Of revenue is never endin'
But, I wanna take a minute just
To tell you that ain't true one day
Them kids that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that shit
That made you blow up
Now your show's lookin' light cause
They don't show up
Which unfortunately means the money slow up
Now you scramblin' and hopin'
To get hot again
But, you forgot you only popped
'cause you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and
You goin' through regrets
'Cause you never bought that house
But you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends
I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably
Gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you rappin' 'bout
It's a faster route to the bottom
I wish you good luck
I'm hoping for your sake that you
Ain't dumb as you look
But, if it's really true what people sayin'
And you call yourself playin' with my name
Then I really know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause
My skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you
When your shit flop
In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop
Nigga