Heartache (Explicit)

Heartache (Explicit) - J. Cole

Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole

Composed by：Jermaine Cole

Produced by：Elite

Yeah yeah yeah

Elite Elite Elite Elite

You know?

Yeah yeah

Slim nigga lyrically though my limbs bigger

Than a nigga hittin' the gym regular bench pressin' the bar

Ten steps up from y'all you could follow my lead

If you shoot for the stars I guess you aimin' at me

But please hold your applause

Y'all holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the floor

Good Lord can't you see me gettin' down on a ho?

And she drop it so low she sittin' down on the floor

I never pound with the flow at times I wonder

Ayy when they listen to my **** man can they hear my hunger?

Or will these hatin'-a*s rappers try to steal my thunder?

Ayy this is big **** poppin' you gon' need a plunger

To take me under niggas in trouble

You lookin' at LeBron James of the game

I could do anything that you name

I could blaze any rapper in the game that you bring

Pour gasoline on the brain got the flame for that

So you hatin' niggas refrain from that

A little bitter 'cause your game is wack

I'll let Elite breathe yeah

Let Elite breathe yeah

Ayy you ain't gotta cry don't worry 'bout me

I know it won't be long 'fore you heard about me

My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind

I'm reachin' for the clouds tryna take what's mine

Take what's mine hey hey

Hey a dollar and a dream that's all a nigga got

So if it's 'bout that cream then I'm all up in the spot

I'm just warmin' up I'm hot but nah I ain't flashin'

I never gave a **** about no high-end fashion

Ayy maybe I was too broke maybe I'm just too dope

To rap about that regular **** or bag a regular *****

These niggas talkin' like they on the next level and ****

But Cole's flow so cold bet the devil get sick

How do you want it?

So sick I make you mentally vomit

These rappers askin' for beats and ain't even fit to be on it

I see 'em write about rappers I should be sick to my stomach

Because they talk 'bout the future but didn't mention me on it

So now I'm back in the kitchen cookin'

I'm meant to be one of the greatest

No nigga seein' me this century uh and you hate it

Look how I played it other niggas was jaded

Underappreciated now Carolina is rated

Let Elite breathe yeah

Yeah hey uh uh uh uh

I let Elite breathe yeah

Ayy you ain't gotta cry don't worry 'bout me

I know it won't be long 'fore you heard about me

My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind

I'm reachin' for the clouds tryna take what's mine

Take what's mine hey hey