J. Cole - Crunch Time lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Crunch Time lyrics]
Tick
This is for my niggas in the fourth quarter
Just watching that clock tick yeah
You said
"at what point do you start seeing bread?
Been out hustling for years
Shoe box right under my bed
I move the work out my momma’s house
Got me a little old crib
I always fantasize if I had
Went to college instead
Would I be happily married instead
Of broke and unwed?
My nigga made a major move I
Said I hope for the best
I told my sister as I kissed
Her cheek I’m better off dead
Fucking with this white
It’s all been downhill like a sled
Now listen
I understand they say you make your own bed
But tell me who supplied these sheets
With this cheap ass thread
In denial about the feds
He can’t see past bread
Now do exactly what the man
In the ski mask says, okay?
These are the times, survival my only crime
I gotta be on my grind
A lot of my homies gone
Inside of me Lord I know
It’s a lie that we gon' be fine
But momma I’m tired of crying
Just lie to me one more time"
'Cause it’s crunch time
'Cause it’s crunch time shit real, man
A nigga got bills, man it’s crunch time
Shit real man a nigga got bills
Look, scavenge these records
Or these days MP3’s
Looking for the samples to put
A nigga on MTV’s
This is for nigga’s with empty
Dreams and empty jeans
Still holding on to the word maybe
Cause this 9 to 5 shit
Is driving you stir-crazy
Coming home tired just to hear
It from your lady hollering about your baby
Need this and need that
And all you want is peace and quiet
Maybe some feedback, on these raps
'Cause labels ain’t hollering
And niggas ain't downloading
Nobody see your vision
They walking around blindfolded
All this time holding on to possibilities
You step outside, you smoke a blunt and then
You feel the breeze fuck what they talking
It ain’t like life come often
Only thing worse than death
Is a regret-filled coffin
So try before you die or
Always wonder what if?
I thank the lord for this wonderful gift
Looking for strength in this crunch time
Looking for strength in the crunch time
This shit real dawg a nigga got bills dawg
It’s crunch time, yeah
Nigga it’s crunch time
This shit real dawg a nigga got bills dawg
I feel your pain nigga trust me
For all my nigga’s out there
Still trying to get it
Few nigga’s I know, few nigga’s I don’t know
Shout out to my nigga FilthE nervous Reck
Shout out to Marcus
My nigga I forgive you for
All that shit you said i understand my nigga
Still love, yeah
This is for my niggas in the fourth quarter
Just watching that clock tick yeah
You said
"at what point do you start seeing bread?
Been out hustling for years
Shoe box right under my bed
I move the work out my momma’s house
Got me a little old crib
I always fantasize if I had
Went to college instead
Would I be happily married instead
Of broke and unwed?
My nigga made a major move I
Said I hope for the best
I told my sister as I kissed
Her cheek I’m better off dead
Fucking with this white
It’s all been downhill like a sled
Now listen
I understand they say you make your own bed
But tell me who supplied these sheets
With this cheap ass thread
In denial about the feds
He can’t see past bread
Now do exactly what the man
In the ski mask says, okay?
These are the times, survival my only crime
I gotta be on my grind
A lot of my homies gone
Inside of me Lord I know
It’s a lie that we gon' be fine
But momma I’m tired of crying
Just lie to me one more time"
'Cause it’s crunch time
'Cause it’s crunch time shit real, man
A nigga got bills, man it’s crunch time
Shit real man a nigga got bills
Look, scavenge these records
Or these days MP3’s
Looking for the samples to put
A nigga on MTV’s
This is for nigga’s with empty
Dreams and empty jeans
Still holding on to the word maybe
Cause this 9 to 5 shit
Is driving you stir-crazy
Coming home tired just to hear
It from your lady hollering about your baby
Need this and need that
And all you want is peace and quiet
Maybe some feedback, on these raps
'Cause labels ain’t hollering
And niggas ain't downloading
Nobody see your vision
They walking around blindfolded
All this time holding on to possibilities
You step outside, you smoke a blunt and then
You feel the breeze fuck what they talking
It ain’t like life come often
Only thing worse than death
Is a regret-filled coffin
So try before you die or
Always wonder what if?
I thank the lord for this wonderful gift
Looking for strength in this crunch time
Looking for strength in the crunch time
This shit real dawg a nigga got bills dawg
It’s crunch time, yeah
Nigga it’s crunch time
This shit real dawg a nigga got bills dawg
I feel your pain nigga trust me
For all my nigga’s out there
Still trying to get it
Few nigga’s I know, few nigga’s I don’t know
Shout out to my nigga FilthE nervous Reck
Shout out to Marcus
My nigga I forgive you for
All that shit you said i understand my nigga
Still love, yeah