J. Cole - Tears for ODB lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Tears for ODB lyrics]
Tears for ODB, drug-induced poetry
What’s the use? Strung-out from
That drug abuse, woe is me
80's baby, so I know my pops was gettin’ high
In the 90's, me and mama barely gettin’ by
2000's I was concentratin’ more
On gettin’ fly gettin’ bitches
Gettin’ rich to get the shit I couldn’t buy
You know the story, you know my allegory
I was sent from Heaven with a set of horns
They’d better warn y’all
I’m here for more than just
To kick some witty metaphors, dawg
This more of the type of shit you
Spit to set a war off ‘Cause niggas be poor
Get money and still don’t know
Why the fuck they can’t cop a house
The system meant to lock us out
But, I’m knockin’ down the door
Strapped up with a four-four
Robin Hood, shit and yeah, I’m ‘hood rich
That’s good enough to stay in new
Kicks and a good whip
Get good head from a good
Bitch, I give two shit's
I’ma tell you straight up
Straight up
Straight up, aye, any chance I’ma take it
Rather die before I fake it
They say life is what you make it, bitch
But, I’m just tryna make it straight up
Straight up
Straight up, aye, any chance I’ma take it
Rather die before I fake it
They say life is what you make it, bitch
Lord have mercy on my soul
What I’ve done and what I’ve seen
My life has tumbled into that
Which only you could intervene
I put my heart in senseless things: money
Bitches and street shit fascinated by beef
Sad to say I won’t be shit
Grew up in this bitch without a pot to piss
No toilet how ironic, I took a lot of shit
Like a bottom bitch
Or a model chick, high off coke
They lockin’ sons up for less
I don’t care how y’all cope
But yet I still peddle this
Dope and these pills
I’ll never know how sittin’ comfy
On that Oprah seat feels
More than likely be on Most Wanted posters
We still
Holdin’ on to old dreams of bein’ Hova
Be real we the forgotten souls
Bottom of the totem poles
Left for dead, some niggas fled
People say they sold their souls
I just think they found a better way
Lord knows I never pray
But sometimes I be wishin’ I could levitate
I’ll take it straight up
Straight up
Straight up, aye, any chance I’ma take it
Rather die before I fake it
They say life is what you make it, bitch
But, I’m just tryna make it straight up
Straight up
Straight up, aye, any chance I’ma take it
Rather die before I fake it
They say life is what you make it, bitch
Hey, hey cole World
2-6 faded out shit
For all my niggas still going through it
Yeah straight up
My niggas gotta learn something
It's 2012 nigga
And we're still killing ourselves
You don't know by now nigga
You ain't gon' never know real
What’s the use? Strung-out from
That drug abuse, woe is me
80's baby, so I know my pops was gettin’ high
In the 90's, me and mama barely gettin’ by
2000's I was concentratin’ more
On gettin’ fly gettin’ bitches
Gettin’ rich to get the shit I couldn’t buy
You know the story, you know my allegory
I was sent from Heaven with a set of horns
They’d better warn y’all
I’m here for more than just
To kick some witty metaphors, dawg
This more of the type of shit you
Spit to set a war off ‘Cause niggas be poor
Get money and still don’t know
Why the fuck they can’t cop a house
The system meant to lock us out
But, I’m knockin’ down the door
Strapped up with a four-four
Robin Hood, shit and yeah, I’m ‘hood rich
That’s good enough to stay in new
Kicks and a good whip
Get good head from a good
Bitch, I give two shit's
I’ma tell you straight up
Straight up
Straight up, aye, any chance I’ma take it
Rather die before I fake it
They say life is what you make it, bitch
But, I’m just tryna make it straight up
Straight up
Straight up, aye, any chance I’ma take it
Rather die before I fake it
They say life is what you make it, bitch
Lord have mercy on my soul
What I’ve done and what I’ve seen
My life has tumbled into that
Which only you could intervene
I put my heart in senseless things: money
Bitches and street shit fascinated by beef
Sad to say I won’t be shit
Grew up in this bitch without a pot to piss
No toilet how ironic, I took a lot of shit
Like a bottom bitch
Or a model chick, high off coke
They lockin’ sons up for less
I don’t care how y’all cope
But yet I still peddle this
Dope and these pills
I’ll never know how sittin’ comfy
On that Oprah seat feels
More than likely be on Most Wanted posters
We still
Holdin’ on to old dreams of bein’ Hova
Be real we the forgotten souls
Bottom of the totem poles
Left for dead, some niggas fled
People say they sold their souls
I just think they found a better way
Lord knows I never pray
But sometimes I be wishin’ I could levitate
I’ll take it straight up
Straight up
Straight up, aye, any chance I’ma take it
Rather die before I fake it
They say life is what you make it, bitch
But, I’m just tryna make it straight up
Straight up
Straight up, aye, any chance I’ma take it
Rather die before I fake it
They say life is what you make it, bitch
Hey, hey cole World
2-6 faded out shit
For all my niggas still going through it
Yeah straight up
My niggas gotta learn something
It's 2012 nigga
And we're still killing ourselves
You don't know by now nigga
You ain't gon' never know real