J. Cole - Heartache lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Heartache lyrics]
Yeah, yeah yeah elite Elite Elite, Elite
Ya know
Yeah, yeah slim nigga, lyrically on my limbs
Bigga then a nigga hittin' the gym
Regular benchpressin' the bar
Ten steps up from y'all
You could follow my lead
If you shoot for the stars
I guess you aimin' at me
But please, hold your applause
Y'all holdin' up the wall goddammit
I'm on the flo' good Lord
Can't you see me gettin' down on a ho
And she drop it so low she
Sittin down on the flo'
I never pound with the flo'
At times I wonder
Aye when they listen to my shit
Man can they hear my hunger?
Or will these hatin' ass rappers
Try to steal my thunder
Aye this is big shit poppin'
You gon' need a plunger
To take me under, niggas in trouble
You lookin' at LeBron James of the game
I could do anything that you name
I could blaze any rapper in
The game that you bring
Pour gasoline on the brain
Got the flame for that
So you hatin' niggas refrain from that
A little bitter 'cause yo game is whack
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long
'fore you hear about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds
Tryna take what's mine take what's mine
Hey, hey
A dollar and a dream, that's all a nigga got
So, if it's 'bout that CREAM
Then I'm all up in the spot
I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but nah
I ain't flashin'
I never gave a fuck about no high-end fashion
And maybe I was too broke
Maybe I'm just too dope
To rap about that regular shit
Or bag a regular bitch
These niggas talkin' like they on
The next level and shit
But Cole's flow so cold
Bet the devil get sick
How do you want it? So sick
I make you mentally vomit
These rappers askin' for beats and they ain't
Even fit to be on it
I see 'em writin' about rappers
I should be sick to my stomach
Because they talk 'bout the future but
Didn't mention me on it
So now I'm back in the kitchen
Cookin' I'm meant to be one of the greatest
No niggas seein' me
This century us and you hate it
Look how I played it, other niggas was jaded
Under-appreciated, now Carolina is rated
I let Elite breathe, yeah hey, uh uh uh
I let Elite breathe, yeah
Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long
'fore you hear about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds
Tryna take what's mine take what's mine
Hey, hey
Ya know
Yeah, yeah slim nigga, lyrically on my limbs
Bigga then a nigga hittin' the gym
Regular benchpressin' the bar
Ten steps up from y'all
You could follow my lead
If you shoot for the stars
I guess you aimin' at me
But please, hold your applause
Y'all holdin' up the wall goddammit
I'm on the flo' good Lord
Can't you see me gettin' down on a ho
And she drop it so low she
Sittin down on the flo'
I never pound with the flo'
At times I wonder
Aye when they listen to my shit
Man can they hear my hunger?
Or will these hatin' ass rappers
Try to steal my thunder
Aye this is big shit poppin'
You gon' need a plunger
To take me under, niggas in trouble
You lookin' at LeBron James of the game
I could do anything that you name
I could blaze any rapper in
The game that you bring
Pour gasoline on the brain
Got the flame for that
So you hatin' niggas refrain from that
A little bitter 'cause yo game is whack
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long
'fore you hear about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds
Tryna take what's mine take what's mine
Hey, hey
A dollar and a dream, that's all a nigga got
So, if it's 'bout that CREAM
Then I'm all up in the spot
I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but nah
I ain't flashin'
I never gave a fuck about no high-end fashion
And maybe I was too broke
Maybe I'm just too dope
To rap about that regular shit
Or bag a regular bitch
These niggas talkin' like they on
The next level and shit
But Cole's flow so cold
Bet the devil get sick
How do you want it? So sick
I make you mentally vomit
These rappers askin' for beats and they ain't
Even fit to be on it
I see 'em writin' about rappers
I should be sick to my stomach
Because they talk 'bout the future but
Didn't mention me on it
So now I'm back in the kitchen
Cookin' I'm meant to be one of the greatest
No niggas seein' me
This century us and you hate it
Look how I played it, other niggas was jaded
Under-appreciated, now Carolina is rated
I let Elite breathe, yeah hey, uh uh uh
I let Elite breathe, yeah
Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long
'fore you hear about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds
Tryna take what's mine take what's mine
Hey, hey