J. Cole - Rags to Riches (At The Beep) lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Rags to Riches At The Beep lyrics]
Your call has been forwarded to
An automated voice messaging system
DJ OnPoint
Damn, broke as a bad joke
But still I laugh though
Frontin' tryna have hope it's sad though
I'm tired of being broke as shit
I'm seeing other niggas ball and
I'm like 0 for 6 ayy, man, I just graduated
Good old college degree
Shit, my niggas drug dealing see
More dollars than me i know my calling
It's in my blood to do this music thing
Won't be that illest nigga that
You never knew his name
I'm looking at these fake A&R's like
"You a lame that boy a genius and you
Ain't even listen, man, you insane"
But, you'll see though
Just what the hell a nigga 'bout to be though
So give me one year then
Play this back like TiVo
'Cause boy I'm finna blow
I'm a motherfuckin' torpedo
The music's in my blood so
Watch these niggas turn mosquito, uh
I play the villain and the hero
Some grow man shit
Feel like a goddamn kid, man I'm Pac and Big
(What up?)
"Up" is something that I can't give
Won’t see me disappear like the old Aunt Viv'
'Cause even on a slow jam, I'm so damn sick
Man I even spread a virus to a program, quick
I gotta focus on my flow
And get some dough, man, shit
No dollars got me actin' like
I got no damn sense
But peace to my broham's and to my ex lady
Yeah we been complicatin' things
With the sex lately
Maybe I'm being selfish, but nah
I can't help it 'Cause girl we go back
Like a throwback Celtic, jersey
Regardless of where God lead us
Just know that I was Martin
And you was my Gina, uh
But, I'm through living in the past, Lord
No more thinking rewind
I'm more fast forward
Less rear-view mirror and more dashboard
I'm visualizin' cash and stamps on a passport
That CLS with a full tank of gas for it
Cop my mom a whip, nigga
And she ain't even ask for it
Wise enough to know that money can't
Buy you happiness or lovers
But, it's gon' get my mama out the struggle
Wise enough to know that money can't
Buy you happiness or lovers
But, it's gon' get my mama out the struggle
Said I'm wise enough to know that money
Can't buy you happiness or lovers
But, it's gon' get my mama out the struggle
Nigga i'd like to welcome ya'll to
My life, my life, my life, my life
In the sunshine (Okay, in the sunshine)
Everybody loves the sunshine
This is the come up, nigga, uh, sunshine
Ayo real quick man
Everybody loves the sunshine
Y'all be a part of this experience man
The Come Up while we gettin' outta here
I just wanna give a few shout outs man
(Sunshine) First and foremost man
My fam man, my mother my brother man
(Folks get down in the sunshine) God nigga
Yes God nigga for real my brothers from
Another mothers man, rJ man
(Sunshine) Mike Shaw, what it is
Man, Dreamville all day, we not
(Folks get down in the sunshine)
We callin’ that shit Fayettenam, nigga
But we also callin' that shit Dreamville
Nigga, you got a dream, you can get
The fuck ‘bout outta yo situation, nigga
Shout out to By Any Mean, my nigga Ebro man
Them two nice niggas, man
All the way, all terrain music all day
(There’s trees and plants and flowers)
It’s a beautiful life man
From Rags to Riches, watch me man
(There’s trees and plants and flowers)
From Rags to Riches
An automated voice messaging system
DJ OnPoint
Damn, broke as a bad joke
But still I laugh though
Frontin' tryna have hope it's sad though
I'm tired of being broke as shit
I'm seeing other niggas ball and
I'm like 0 for 6 ayy, man, I just graduated
Good old college degree
Shit, my niggas drug dealing see
More dollars than me i know my calling
It's in my blood to do this music thing
Won't be that illest nigga that
You never knew his name
I'm looking at these fake A&R's like
"You a lame that boy a genius and you
Ain't even listen, man, you insane"
But, you'll see though
Just what the hell a nigga 'bout to be though
So give me one year then
Play this back like TiVo
'Cause boy I'm finna blow
I'm a motherfuckin' torpedo
The music's in my blood so
Watch these niggas turn mosquito, uh
I play the villain and the hero
Some grow man shit
Feel like a goddamn kid, man I'm Pac and Big
(What up?)
"Up" is something that I can't give
Won’t see me disappear like the old Aunt Viv'
'Cause even on a slow jam, I'm so damn sick
Man I even spread a virus to a program, quick
I gotta focus on my flow
And get some dough, man, shit
No dollars got me actin' like
I got no damn sense
But peace to my broham's and to my ex lady
Yeah we been complicatin' things
With the sex lately
Maybe I'm being selfish, but nah
I can't help it 'Cause girl we go back
Like a throwback Celtic, jersey
Regardless of where God lead us
Just know that I was Martin
And you was my Gina, uh
But, I'm through living in the past, Lord
No more thinking rewind
I'm more fast forward
Less rear-view mirror and more dashboard
I'm visualizin' cash and stamps on a passport
That CLS with a full tank of gas for it
Cop my mom a whip, nigga
And she ain't even ask for it
Wise enough to know that money can't
Buy you happiness or lovers
But, it's gon' get my mama out the struggle
Wise enough to know that money can't
Buy you happiness or lovers
But, it's gon' get my mama out the struggle
Said I'm wise enough to know that money
Can't buy you happiness or lovers
But, it's gon' get my mama out the struggle
Nigga i'd like to welcome ya'll to
My life, my life, my life, my life
In the sunshine (Okay, in the sunshine)
Everybody loves the sunshine
This is the come up, nigga, uh, sunshine
Ayo real quick man
Everybody loves the sunshine
Y'all be a part of this experience man
The Come Up while we gettin' outta here
I just wanna give a few shout outs man
(Sunshine) First and foremost man
My fam man, my mother my brother man
(Folks get down in the sunshine) God nigga
Yes God nigga for real my brothers from
Another mothers man, rJ man
(Sunshine) Mike Shaw, what it is
Man, Dreamville all day, we not
(Folks get down in the sunshine)
We callin’ that shit Fayettenam, nigga
But we also callin' that shit Dreamville
Nigga, you got a dream, you can get
The fuck ‘bout outta yo situation, nigga
Shout out to By Any Mean, my nigga Ebro man
Them two nice niggas, man
All the way, all terrain music all day
(There’s trees and plants and flowers)
It’s a beautiful life man
From Rags to Riches, watch me man
(There’s trees and plants and flowers)
From Rags to Riches