J. Cole - Heaven's EP lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Heaven's EP lyrics]
I'm working on dying
Yeah, yeah
(Gotta have a space) Yeah
(Gotta have a space)
Know what I mean?
She belong to the streets
Freedom, know what I mean?
Uh (Space to get this shit off)
Yeah
Yeah (Get this shit off my mind, off my chest)
Yeah (Know what I mean?)
Yeah
With every record I be asking the masses
To tune your hearts to me
I represent intelligent niggas that
Grew up harshly
But lately I've been
Questioning, second guessing
Whether or not I've got something to
Offer since I done eluded poverty
Or has the money watered me down
That truth is hard for me
Like the second time I got
Cut from the junior varsity
Fightin' back tears
I promised to switch gears
And said to myself "Whatever you do
You won't do it partially"
From this day forward
I move with a new ferocity
Ferrari coupe velocity
A fail proof philosophy
Success is in the effort
So if a nigga tried his hardest
I'm at peace knowing God ain't deal it
In this group of cards for me
Some people say that I'm running third
They threw the bronze at me
Behind Drake and Dot, yeah
Them niggas is superstars to me
Maybe deep down, I'm afraid of my luminosity
So when you see me on red carpets
I'm movin' awkwardly
Posin' all nervous, afraid of the judgement
And the thought of showin' too much
Of my day is repugnant
I be keepin' my kids away from
The gaze of the public
'Cause these days
It feel like hate is they favorite subject
Fuck it
Attitude like a young O'Shea with a AK
Aimed at your brain, violate, and I bust it
I don't play when it come to family
That's one thing I refuse
Pimpin' they kids out for views to
Just to be in the news
Could never be me
I piss in the celebrity tea
God with me on this record
This is Heaven's EP
The tales official, the best nigga breathing
It just failed to hit you
You couldn't tell 'cause you fell
For the bells and whistles
And that's an area I don't excel
I'm from the 'Ville where young
Girls talk grown as hell
That's raw, never saw one person go to Yale
But every nigga that I know done gone to jail
At least once
Provin' we the ones police hunt
For the pains
We smoke three blunts the size of tree trunks
Too much hunger
It's no wonder these niggas can't keep up
So saying "Yes" to a feature just
Means I'm 'bout to eat lunch
Bitch
I'm goin' for it, no never shall he punt
I'm the one and you can be sure
Speaking of beachfront
I'm kickin' my feet up while I
Write this in somewhere tropical
Supposed to be relaxin', this
Passion makes that impossible
Mm
Supposed to be relaxin'
This passion makes that impossible
Yeah, yeah
(Gotta have a space) Yeah
(Gotta have a space)
Know what I mean?
She belong to the streets
Freedom, know what I mean?
Uh (Space to get this shit off)
Yeah
Yeah (Get this shit off my mind, off my chest)
Yeah (Know what I mean?)
Yeah
With every record I be asking the masses
To tune your hearts to me
I represent intelligent niggas that
Grew up harshly
But lately I've been
Questioning, second guessing
Whether or not I've got something to
Offer since I done eluded poverty
Or has the money watered me down
That truth is hard for me
Like the second time I got
Cut from the junior varsity
Fightin' back tears
I promised to switch gears
And said to myself "Whatever you do
You won't do it partially"
From this day forward
I move with a new ferocity
Ferrari coupe velocity
A fail proof philosophy
Success is in the effort
So if a nigga tried his hardest
I'm at peace knowing God ain't deal it
In this group of cards for me
Some people say that I'm running third
They threw the bronze at me
Behind Drake and Dot, yeah
Them niggas is superstars to me
Maybe deep down, I'm afraid of my luminosity
So when you see me on red carpets
I'm movin' awkwardly
Posin' all nervous, afraid of the judgement
And the thought of showin' too much
Of my day is repugnant
I be keepin' my kids away from
The gaze of the public
'Cause these days
It feel like hate is they favorite subject
Fuck it
Attitude like a young O'Shea with a AK
Aimed at your brain, violate, and I bust it
I don't play when it come to family
That's one thing I refuse
Pimpin' they kids out for views to
Just to be in the news
Could never be me
I piss in the celebrity tea
God with me on this record
This is Heaven's EP
The tales official, the best nigga breathing
It just failed to hit you
You couldn't tell 'cause you fell
For the bells and whistles
And that's an area I don't excel
I'm from the 'Ville where young
Girls talk grown as hell
That's raw, never saw one person go to Yale
But every nigga that I know done gone to jail
At least once
Provin' we the ones police hunt
For the pains
We smoke three blunts the size of tree trunks
Too much hunger
It's no wonder these niggas can't keep up
So saying "Yes" to a feature just
Means I'm 'bout to eat lunch
Bitch
I'm goin' for it, no never shall he punt
I'm the one and you can be sure
Speaking of beachfront
I'm kickin' my feet up while I
Write this in somewhere tropical
Supposed to be relaxin', this
Passion makes that impossible
Mm
Supposed to be relaxin'
This passion makes that impossible