1985 2018 J. Cole

Artis: J. Cole

Album: KOD

Waktu rilis: 20-04-2018


1985 (Explicit) (Intro to “The Fall Off”) - J. Cole (J. 科尔)

1985 I arrived


33 years d**n I'm grateful I survived


We wasn't s'posed to get past 25


Jokes on you motherf**ker we alive


All these n**gas popping now is young


Everybody say the music that they make is dumb


I remember I was 18


Money p**sy parties I was on the same thing


You gotta give a boy a chance to grow some


Everybody talkin' like they know somethin' these days

N**gas actin' woke but they broke umm


I respect the struggle but you all frontin' these days

Man they barely old enough to drive


To tell them what they should do who the f**k am I

I heard one of em' diss me I'm suprised


I ain't trippin' listen good to my reply


Come here lil' man let me talk with ya'

See if I can paint for you the larger picture


Congrats 'cause you made it out your mama's house

I hope you make enough to buy your mom a house

I see your watch icy and your whip foreign


I got some good advice never quit tourin'


'Cause that's the way we eat here in this rap game

I'm f**kin' with your funky lil' rap name


I hear your music and I know that rap's changed


A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad thing

'Cause everything's commercial and it's pop now


Trap drums is the sh*t that's hot now


See I've been on a quest for the next wave


But never mind that was just a segue


I must say by your songs I'm unimpressed hey

But I love to see a Black man get paid


And plus you havin' fun and I respect that


But have you ever thought about your impact


These white kids love that you don't give a f**k

'Cause that's exactly what's expected when your skin black

They wanna see you dab they wanna see you pop a pill

They wanna see you tatted from your face to your heels

And somewhere deep down f**k it I gotta keep it real

They wanna be black and think your song is how it feels

So when you turn up you see them turnin' up too

You hit the next city collect your money when it's due

You gettin' that paper swimmin' in b**ches I don't blame you

You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' like me and you

True you got better sh*t to do

You coulda bought a crib with all that bread that you done blew

I know you think this type of revenue is never endin'

But I wanna take a minute just to tell you that ain't true

One day them kids that's listening gon' grow up


And get too old for that sh*t that made you blow up

Now your show's lookin' light cause they don't show up

Which unfortunately means the money slow up


Now you scramblin' and hopin' to get hot again


But you forgot you only popped 'cause you was ridin' trends

Now you old news and you goin' through regrets

'Cause you never bought that house but you got a Benz

And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of shoes

And a bunch of fake friends I ain't judgin' you

I'm just tellin' you what's probably gon' happen when you rappin'

'Bout the type of sh*t you rappin' 'bout

It's a faster route to the bottom

I wish you good luck

I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't dumb as you look

But if it's really true what people sayin'

And you call yourself playin' with my name

Then I really know you f**ked trust

I'll be around forever 'cause my skills is tip-top


To any amateur n**gas that wanna get rocked


Just remember what I told you when your sh*t flop

In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop n**ga

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