J. Cole - World is Empty lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - World is Empty lyrics]
Yeah, it's Cole, won't lie
Won't stop 'til the race is won
Niggas who be rapping how real they are
Usually turn out to be the fakest ones
Carolina, where I made it from
Cole world, no blanket, son
Girls fast how Jamaicans run
Puffing on the city where the
Lakers from: L-A, L-A, la la
So high, everything is a "ha ha" for me
Dreaming of the days of a drop 500
And a bad bitch that'll go to Popeyes for me
You can never tell me that I'm not hungry
If you ever felt what's inside my tummy
My mind wondering now
Is my time running out?
Is the Lord up top with a stop watch for me?
Hope not, hope not, hope not, hope not
(My world is empty without you, babe)
Yeah, just trying to make it, my nigga
(My world is empty without you) yeah, yeah
A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash
Follow your heart, you’ll make that fast
Does a stripper love to shake that ass
Or does she wish to erase that past?
Got a nigga in her face, just gassed
Like "Baby girl, why you take this path?"
Stack in his hand, trynna make that last
All she thinking bout is how to take his last
Rub titties in his face and laugh
Gotta try not to look fake, in fact
A little more money, like a few more 20’s
When you let that nigga grab your naked ass
Okay, he’s gone now
Roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear
"This ain't the life for you, baby
Let me take you out of here 'cause"
(My world is empty without you, babe)
Yeah, she like "nigga, yeah right"
(My world is empty without you)
"You know how much motherfucking
Money I'm making?"
Yeah, my niggas sit back, blowing the L
Only getting high 'cause we closer to hell
Niggas tryna live like Hova, but well
We broke and that dough coming
Slow as a snail
Hustle hard in the snow, in the hail
Hit the block like a postman with mail
My brother got knocked now they
Hold him in cells
My mom broke, but she posted the bail
Someway, somehow
Nigga feeling like the sun down
Even when the sun up
Hear the sound out the window of the gun bust
And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked
But this how niggas was brung up
A mother just trying to raise her son up
'Til a stray bullet got his lungs struck
And the Governor couldn’t give one fuck
While she singing
(My world is empty without you, babe)
Damn, told you niggas "Cole world
No blanket" (My world is empty without you)
Tough luck, yeah
Won't stop 'til the race is won
Niggas who be rapping how real they are
Usually turn out to be the fakest ones
Carolina, where I made it from
Cole world, no blanket, son
Girls fast how Jamaicans run
Puffing on the city where the
Lakers from: L-A, L-A, la la
So high, everything is a "ha ha" for me
Dreaming of the days of a drop 500
And a bad bitch that'll go to Popeyes for me
You can never tell me that I'm not hungry
If you ever felt what's inside my tummy
My mind wondering now
Is my time running out?
Is the Lord up top with a stop watch for me?
Hope not, hope not, hope not, hope not
(My world is empty without you, babe)
Yeah, just trying to make it, my nigga
(My world is empty without you) yeah, yeah
A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash
Follow your heart, you’ll make that fast
Does a stripper love to shake that ass
Or does she wish to erase that past?
Got a nigga in her face, just gassed
Like "Baby girl, why you take this path?"
Stack in his hand, trynna make that last
All she thinking bout is how to take his last
Rub titties in his face and laugh
Gotta try not to look fake, in fact
A little more money, like a few more 20’s
When you let that nigga grab your naked ass
Okay, he’s gone now
Roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear
"This ain't the life for you, baby
Let me take you out of here 'cause"
(My world is empty without you, babe)
Yeah, she like "nigga, yeah right"
(My world is empty without you)
"You know how much motherfucking
Money I'm making?"
Yeah, my niggas sit back, blowing the L
Only getting high 'cause we closer to hell
Niggas tryna live like Hova, but well
We broke and that dough coming
Slow as a snail
Hustle hard in the snow, in the hail
Hit the block like a postman with mail
My brother got knocked now they
Hold him in cells
My mom broke, but she posted the bail
Someway, somehow
Nigga feeling like the sun down
Even when the sun up
Hear the sound out the window of the gun bust
And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked
But this how niggas was brung up
A mother just trying to raise her son up
'Til a stray bullet got his lungs struck
And the Governor couldn’t give one fuck
While she singing
(My world is empty without you, babe)
Damn, told you niggas "Cole world
No blanket" (My world is empty without you)
Tough luck, yeah