J. Cole - Villematic lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Villematic lyrics]
To the college kids, no scholarships
Starting your semester
Unpacking your suitcases filling
Up your dresser
Enjoy it while you got it, after that
It’s God bless ya life is your professor
Know that bitch is gon' test ya
I got some shit I’d like to get off my chest
I spill out my soul, I spit out my stress
And can I spit out my stress?
It’s the feeling in the air
You bout to drop a real classic
He said, "Cole, a lil' birdy told me on the
Low you got a Illmatic" nobody touching Nas
Nigga it’s more like Villematic
Uh, these Fayettenam tales be paying off well
What story is my audio theater gon' tell
I know my debut will ship
But is it gon' sell?
I guess it’s in God’s hands
I make the type of pieces
That make Jesus say, "God damn"
That's for your non-believers, I’m the truth
Only time'll teach ya and fuck the haters
Probably never love they mamas neither
Old bitter-ass sit around in
Middle class homes
With computers on hatin' on the newest song
While you was browsin'
I was takin' out them student loans
Tryna do this shit better than the
Niggas we grew up on
Name a fuckin' song I ain't threw up on
Talk is cheap
It's like y'all grew up in a Jewish home
Hah, pardon the stereotype
But y'all giving me mixed feelings like
I married a white woman
One minute I’m overrated
Next minute I’m the savior
You hate it before you played it
I already forgave ya for bullshitting
And that nigga Cole spitting that real
Wrote this line on a plane got
Flown straight from the Ville
To Miami, where the same time last year
I was broker than you
I just wanna make that clear
'Cause now I’m dealing with money
I’ve never seen before
And R&B bitches want me
That was just dreams before
Now do I give into the temptation I’m facing?
The thought of losing a good
Woman keep me from chasing
But, I’m just a man
At time’s the timing is wrong
Plus my dick is like a man
With a mind of it’s own
But, I’m tryna be strong
Remind myself she ain’t about shit
These hoes the same
All that change is the outfit
Looking for cheese on some mouse shit
Suck a nigga, fuck a nigga
Then go run they mouth quick
Rappers took a vacation I came
Over to house sit you want change
This that between the seats
In your couch shit
The fuck you thought, I lost it?
All that flame on my name would get exhausted
Au contraire, my nigga, they all ears
Sit back, enjoy the ride it’s
Finna be a long year, yeah
It’s finna be a long year, yeah
I know you feel that
The tingle in your spine, don’t conceal that
Don’t conceal that
This exactly what you thought
Somebody bought the real back hey
Starting your semester
Unpacking your suitcases filling
Up your dresser
Enjoy it while you got it, after that
It’s God bless ya life is your professor
Know that bitch is gon' test ya
I got some shit I’d like to get off my chest
I spill out my soul, I spit out my stress
And can I spit out my stress?
It’s the feeling in the air
You bout to drop a real classic
He said, "Cole, a lil' birdy told me on the
Low you got a Illmatic" nobody touching Nas
Nigga it’s more like Villematic
Uh, these Fayettenam tales be paying off well
What story is my audio theater gon' tell
I know my debut will ship
But is it gon' sell?
I guess it’s in God’s hands
I make the type of pieces
That make Jesus say, "God damn"
That's for your non-believers, I’m the truth
Only time'll teach ya and fuck the haters
Probably never love they mamas neither
Old bitter-ass sit around in
Middle class homes
With computers on hatin' on the newest song
While you was browsin'
I was takin' out them student loans
Tryna do this shit better than the
Niggas we grew up on
Name a fuckin' song I ain't threw up on
Talk is cheap
It's like y'all grew up in a Jewish home
Hah, pardon the stereotype
But y'all giving me mixed feelings like
I married a white woman
One minute I’m overrated
Next minute I’m the savior
You hate it before you played it
I already forgave ya for bullshitting
And that nigga Cole spitting that real
Wrote this line on a plane got
Flown straight from the Ville
To Miami, where the same time last year
I was broker than you
I just wanna make that clear
'Cause now I’m dealing with money
I’ve never seen before
And R&B bitches want me
That was just dreams before
Now do I give into the temptation I’m facing?
The thought of losing a good
Woman keep me from chasing
But, I’m just a man
At time’s the timing is wrong
Plus my dick is like a man
With a mind of it’s own
But, I’m tryna be strong
Remind myself she ain’t about shit
These hoes the same
All that change is the outfit
Looking for cheese on some mouse shit
Suck a nigga, fuck a nigga
Then go run they mouth quick
Rappers took a vacation I came
Over to house sit you want change
This that between the seats
In your couch shit
The fuck you thought, I lost it?
All that flame on my name would get exhausted
Au contraire, my nigga, they all ears
Sit back, enjoy the ride it’s
Finna be a long year, yeah
It’s finna be a long year, yeah
I know you feel that
The tingle in your spine, don’t conceal that
Don’t conceal that
This exactly what you thought
Somebody bought the real back hey