J. Cole - Show Me Somethin' lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Show Me Somethin' lyrics]
Uh yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
What am I here for?
I'm a man so I cannot let them tears fall
But understand trynna get my head clear ya'll
This shit is on my mind
Asking for the lord to show me all my signs
Show me something
Cause, I'm trynna find something
I'm lost can you show me something
I'm lost can you show me something
I sit and reminisce on them
Niggas no longer here
And how I used to hit the
Mall and ya was always there
I sit and think how I didn't
Grow up with my father there
No need to cry cause it
Only made me stronger yea
I watched my brother get in trouble
With the law and yea
That shit cut me like I was
Sitting in a barber chair
Cause, I don't want to see them locked
Up in them bars in there
And I don't want to see him
Stretched out in a coffin yea
I'm wishing I can move my momma
Out so far from here
I know that she deserve much better
And she worked hard as hell
That's why you never see me settle
Cause they want us here
I'm trynna side step the devil
But he heartless yea
But just know that I'm a rebel
And yo it's almost here
I'm talking bout the revolution
I am Paul Revere
So dry your eyes momma please
You can pause them tears
Cause, I promise I'm gon get us outta here
I'm gon get us outta here
What am I here for?
I'm a man so I cannot let them tears fall?
But understand trynna get my head clear ya'll
This shit is on my mind
Asking for the lord to show me all my signs
Show me something
Cause, I'm trynna find something
I'm lost can u show me something
I'm lost can you show me something
I swear I'm praying for my
Niggas when I say grace
I know them niggas don't care who
They hit they spray strays but lord please
Protect my family cause if they graze
Niggas is loading up that ammi and them A-K's
I know it's wrong and that revenge
Is all in your hands
But last night I heard they robbed
And killed an old man
Now if they cold enough to
Take a life that's innocent
I know that they could give a
Fuck whether I live and shit
And so I'm asking you if you
Can hold me down lord
Be my umbrella-ella-ella in this downpour
I know you never ever ever let me drown or
Won't let that devil ever ever
Win this round naw
And though I stray for you
You know that my heart is good
And I know I ain't exactly
Living how I probly should
And I'm a try to act
Better like it's Hollywood
Niggas congratulate me I just tell
Them God is good god is good
Yea, huh
Yea my niggas drug dealing in the trap
I'm tellin you wake up nigga it's a trap
You set up and to them young mothers fed up
Just keep your head up don't let up
You fall you get up
You make your bed up that you sleep in
Fake rappers ain't practicing
What dey preaching
Hey tell you hit the trap while
They relaxing on the beach and
I'm here to spit the facts
A nigga backflipped off the deep end
I smell this shit for what it is
Not kells but I love the kids
And so I make the song to
Let em know that they important
Cause them racist teachers couldn't give a
Fuck bout wat they score is
So they try to get them hands
Up on them Grants like Horace
Now slanging for you knoe it cops
Is knocking they got warrants
Damn!, uh, and how he running for it
Damn!, yea and now the cops
Is running for him damn!
And now he finally slowing down
Hands behind your head, lay
Down on the ground, nigga
What am I here for?
I'm a man so I cannot let them tears fall
But understand trynna get my head clear ya'll
This shit is on my mind
Asking for the lord to show me all my signs
Show me something
Cause, I'm trynna find something
I'm lost can you show me something
I'm lost can you show me something
I sit and reminisce on them
Niggas no longer here
And how I used to hit the
Mall and ya was always there
I sit and think how I didn't
Grow up with my father there
No need to cry cause it
Only made me stronger yea
I watched my brother get in trouble
With the law and yea
That shit cut me like I was
Sitting in a barber chair
Cause, I don't want to see them locked
Up in them bars in there
And I don't want to see him
Stretched out in a coffin yea
I'm wishing I can move my momma
Out so far from here
I know that she deserve much better
And she worked hard as hell
That's why you never see me settle
Cause they want us here
I'm trynna side step the devil
But he heartless yea
But just know that I'm a rebel
And yo it's almost here
I'm talking bout the revolution
I am Paul Revere
So dry your eyes momma please
You can pause them tears
Cause, I promise I'm gon get us outta here
I'm gon get us outta here
What am I here for?
I'm a man so I cannot let them tears fall?
But understand trynna get my head clear ya'll
This shit is on my mind
Asking for the lord to show me all my signs
Show me something
Cause, I'm trynna find something
I'm lost can u show me something
I'm lost can you show me something
I swear I'm praying for my
Niggas when I say grace
I know them niggas don't care who
They hit they spray strays but lord please
Protect my family cause if they graze
Niggas is loading up that ammi and them A-K's
I know it's wrong and that revenge
Is all in your hands
But last night I heard they robbed
And killed an old man
Now if they cold enough to
Take a life that's innocent
I know that they could give a
Fuck whether I live and shit
And so I'm asking you if you
Can hold me down lord
Be my umbrella-ella-ella in this downpour
I know you never ever ever let me drown or
Won't let that devil ever ever
Win this round naw
And though I stray for you
You know that my heart is good
And I know I ain't exactly
Living how I probly should
And I'm a try to act
Better like it's Hollywood
Niggas congratulate me I just tell
Them God is good god is good
Yea, huh
Yea my niggas drug dealing in the trap
I'm tellin you wake up nigga it's a trap
You set up and to them young mothers fed up
Just keep your head up don't let up
You fall you get up
You make your bed up that you sleep in
Fake rappers ain't practicing
What dey preaching
Hey tell you hit the trap while
They relaxing on the beach and
I'm here to spit the facts
A nigga backflipped off the deep end
I smell this shit for what it is
Not kells but I love the kids
And so I make the song to
Let em know that they important
Cause them racist teachers couldn't give a
Fuck bout wat they score is
So they try to get them hands
Up on them Grants like Horace
Now slanging for you knoe it cops
Is knocking they got warrants
Damn!, uh, and how he running for it
Damn!, yea and now the cops
Is running for him damn!
And now he finally slowing down
Hands behind your head, lay
Down on the ground, nigga