J. Cole - Visionz of Home lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Visionz of Home lyrics]
2-6, Fayettenam carolina
Southeast shit it's a Carolina thing
From the 'Ville to the QC
All my niggas on Bragg, Bunce Road, to The
Murk, Greensboro, Bonnie Doone
Eutaw, Winston, Cliffdale, durham
Cole World
Visions of home, the streets that I roam
It’s been a while
Raise me like the father I never had
I’m still your child
And though I’ve grown in ways
That you’ve never known
I’ve ventured into the world
I’ve moved out all on my own
I’m doing this all for you
I hate to leave you alone
Seen shit you wouldn’t believe
I write 'em down in these poems
And put them out for the world
I know you listening too
Heard you saying shit about me I
Hope the shit isn’t true
Man look at the shit I came from
This narrow point of view
How you hatin’ on a nigga that
Wanted it more than you?
I ran through them spots with you
And fucked the same bitches too
And just because I ride with you
I scrap with them niggas too
Came back for them niggas too
Ain’t no trappin' nigga, it’s true
Yet they play me on repeat because
I rap for them niggas too
See I started with nothing but
Passion and then I blew to the Roc
Damn the top's a spectacular fucking view
Visions of home, visions of home
Visions of home, visions of home
Yeah, visions of home, this is my zone
This is my joy, this is my pain
This is my song
This for my cousin Ricky damn
Nigga it’s been too long
Hate that my nigga Smitty slangin’
But to each his own gotta feed yo’ self
Smoke a little weed just to ease yourself
Fuck the whole world, I don’t need your help
You’re the reason why momma had those rocks
All my niggas never even had no pops
Remember that? Ya remember that?
If ya don’t, double back
Momma found a much better crib
On a safe street
But, I’m still where the trouble at
Where the trouble at?
That’s ‘cause my folks there
What it look like if I don’t go there?
I’m dead wrong, it’s been way too long, long
My folks there
What it look like if I don’t go there?
I’m dead wrong, it’s been way too long
Visions of home, visions of home
Visions of home nigga, visions of
Home, I'm coming home, coming home
Yeah, Cole world
You know who it is nigga, Fayettenam
Carolina
Southeast shit it's a Carolina thing
From the 'Ville to the QC
All my niggas on Bragg, Bunce Road, to The
Murk, Greensboro, Bonnie Doone
Eutaw, Winston, Cliffdale, durham
Cole World
Visions of home, the streets that I roam
It’s been a while
Raise me like the father I never had
I’m still your child
And though I’ve grown in ways
That you’ve never known
I’ve ventured into the world
I’ve moved out all on my own
I’m doing this all for you
I hate to leave you alone
Seen shit you wouldn’t believe
I write 'em down in these poems
And put them out for the world
I know you listening too
Heard you saying shit about me I
Hope the shit isn’t true
Man look at the shit I came from
This narrow point of view
How you hatin’ on a nigga that
Wanted it more than you?
I ran through them spots with you
And fucked the same bitches too
And just because I ride with you
I scrap with them niggas too
Came back for them niggas too
Ain’t no trappin' nigga, it’s true
Yet they play me on repeat because
I rap for them niggas too
See I started with nothing but
Passion and then I blew to the Roc
Damn the top's a spectacular fucking view
Visions of home, visions of home
Visions of home, visions of home
Yeah, visions of home, this is my zone
This is my joy, this is my pain
This is my song
This for my cousin Ricky damn
Nigga it’s been too long
Hate that my nigga Smitty slangin’
But to each his own gotta feed yo’ self
Smoke a little weed just to ease yourself
Fuck the whole world, I don’t need your help
You’re the reason why momma had those rocks
All my niggas never even had no pops
Remember that? Ya remember that?
If ya don’t, double back
Momma found a much better crib
On a safe street
But, I’m still where the trouble at
Where the trouble at?
That’s ‘cause my folks there
What it look like if I don’t go there?
I’m dead wrong, it’s been way too long, long
My folks there
What it look like if I don’t go there?
I’m dead wrong, it’s been way too long
Visions of home, visions of home
Visions of home nigga, visions of
Home, I'm coming home, coming home
Yeah, Cole world
You know who it is nigga, Fayettenam
Carolina