Before I'm Gone (Explicit)

Before I'm Gone (Explicit) - J. Cole

Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole

Composed by：Jermaine Cole

Produced by：J. Cole

I hit the ** I told myself the last time would be my last

I don't trust my own niggas now my mind racing fast

Got my foot up on the gas got a hundred on the dash

If the police run up on me I ain't stopping for they a*s

Boy you know my L's dirty if they stop me I'm goin' to jail surely

I'll be next to my brother in the cell no bail for me

"Man let me out send me back to ******* that smell purdy"

And all I gotta do is call once and she there all ready

Yeah buddy can't you tell I'm goin' through hell?

I don't even open my mail

I'm in the shower with a soap and the towel I need cleansing

Bad ******* all on the prowl they need Benzes

P***y niggas running they mouth and we ain't flinching

They names ain't even mentioned

I got dreams bigger than your whole team

You niggas so broke yet somehow you so green

I guess it's envy started with a penny now I'm getting plenty money

Huh and one time for the city yeah

And two times for you hey

And one time for the city hey

And two times for you uhh

Look kid it's raining outside boy **** an umbrella

Niggas banging outside boy they guns'll dumbbell a nigga

Tired of telling niggas that's deceased "Rest in Peace"

We tired of only having just a piece

And **** policing they killing niggas what's the reason?

His daughter starving and she ******* freezing

So no wonder why he ******* squeezing

They out here bussin' leavin' niggas stuck and bleedin' on the flo'

Bullets wet you like it's semen on a ho

Breathing slow man I'm in hell

One day you tryna make rent next day you in jail

Lord knows he meant well

So I take the pencil and write like a pen pal

Some **** that's darker than the tints up on the windshield

Uh welcome to Sinville where niggas on base

**** is looking like an infield high as a Sprint bill

What you think? that's the reason why this ink in my pen kills

Phony niggas until they are extinct ***** I've been real

Huh and one time for the city hey uh

And two times for you yeah

And one time for the city hey hm

And two times for you hey

Them old niggas sayin' "Cole the wrong one bringin' the city shine

All he ever doin' is paintin' pictures of crime

Tellin' stories of pain paintin' pictures of dope"

***** if you listenin' I'm paintin' pictures of hope huh

That boy in class embarrassed because he broke

Hopin' today he won't be the butt of somebody's joke

See me I lived it all from dirt-poor in a trailer

Worried about my mother and never trustin' my neighbors

To middle-class with a backyard and my own room

To bein' the only black kid in my homeroom

Academically gifted and followed my own rules

Was runnin' the streets hey ma I'll be home soon

Was out chasin' h*es was out hoopin'

Them niggas wasn't ballin' but yet they was foul shootin' uh

So meet the newest role model who don't know how to fake this ****

Never sold a rock and look I made it *****

Huh and one time for the city yeah

And two times for you hey

And one time for the city yeah

And two times for you hey

Girl it's been so long I've been gone from you

But you ain't gotta worry 'bout the thangs I do

It's hard but the thought of you would ease my pain

Girl I promise they gon' know our name uh

Ain't seen you smile in a while

But I been dreamin' 'bout you

Oh oh oh