J. Cole - Revenge of the Dreamers lyrics

Na, na, na, na, my nose runnin'
Got my shades over this
The whole skyline of the city's right
In front of my face, yeah

I'm in the zone this year
It's all fire nigga check my attire
Your worst fear is confirmed
Your reign at the top expires this year
No application, I'm hired this year
This a dedication to that bitch
Who slashed my nigga tires, oh yeah
I knew about you, bitch I knew about you
Came up on a good nigga
He ain't have a clue about you
Tried to tell that nigga
Don't trust that bitch
As far as you can smell her, nigga
But, you live and you learn
On these road to riches niggas bound
To miss a few turns


Don't let the bridges that you cross
Turn into bridges you burn
You're bound to miss a few turns
Don't let the bridges that you fuck
It you don't hear me look, ayo
I walk along this long harbor of
Life and sit on the piers
Reflect on my pain and shit on my fears
Should I feel an ounce of guilt
That I outdid all my peers?
Or write my name in the sky
And show them niggas I'm here?
This one is for the history books
Picture me shook or failin'
This is revenge of the dreamer
Misery took a million of my
Niggas' hopes from 'em
Don't even know some 'em
No more, the coke numbed 'em
No suicide notes from 'em
They killin' theyselves
Slowly killin' they cells
Five iPhones dropped
My nigga still in the cell
He said he found God, shit, I doubt it
To each his own
Whatever keeps you strong to get up out it
We need you home
Cause see a war's goin' on outside
I 'bout cried
When that boy that the cops shot died
My mouth wide open from shock
Sick and tired of hopin' it'll stop
This pen the only hope that I
Got, I open up shop, and break out

Got what you want, I got what you need
My heart on my sleeve, watch me bleed
I break out! Dreamville is the team
My team iller than fiends
And ye' ain't real as you
Seem, and we can tell, nigga
Fuck what you think
Cause if your shit don't stink
Nigga my shit won't sink, cause it can't
I break out!
I gotta break the fuck up outta here
Dreamville is the team
My team iller than fiends
And ye' ain't real as you
Seem, and we can tell, nigga

War stories, got tour stories
Pop-four-whores-on-the-top-floor stories
Niggas know
Every verse is worth a brick of blow
Just a seven figure nigga got
The game in figure four
I know at times I'm hypocritical
You niggas dig it though
I fuck until my dick be sore
Leave bitches walkin' pigeon toe
And break out! On to the next bitch, homie
Your new chick that's my ex-bitch, homie in
Fact, I'm still logged in her Netflix, homie
Just make sure she cook you breakfast, homie
Her bacon slammin' but her
Eggs get runny funny so many bombs
You'd think Flex get money from me
Cole world but my neck get sunny
Now I don't fuck around with
Hoes from reality shows
Or blow-up dolls, 'cause I don't
Like havin' sex with dummies, love me
No disrespect meant, honey
This just a compilation of my observations
While trapped in this God-forsaken nation
Shit, but since we makin' conversation
I've been thinkin' me and you
Would make a bangin' combination
I know that you mad, I know what I said
But my dick be arguin' with my head
Are you with the bed?
Well if so let's break out!

Got what you want, I got what you need
My heart on my sleeve, watch me bleed
I break out! Dreamville is the team
My team iller than fiends
And ye' ain't real as you
Seem, and we can tell, nigga
Fuck what you think
Cause if your shit don't stink
Nigga my shit won't sink, cause it can't
I break out!
I gotta break the fuck up outta here
Dreamville is the team
My team iller than fiends
And ye' ain't real as you
Seem, and we can tell, nigga