A Tale of 2 Citiez (Live) (Live|Explicit)

A Tale of 2 Citiez (Live|Explicit) - J. Cole

Written by：Jermaine Cole/Anderson Hernandez

Since a youngin' always dreamed of gettin' rich

Look at me my ni**a

Fantasize about a white picket fence

With some trees my ni**a

Used to want a Pathfinder with some tints

That's all I need my ni**a

Throw some 20's on that b**ch and get it rinsed

But now I see my ni**a

That the world's a lot bigger ever since

Picked up the paper and they say my ni**a Eddie caught a body I'm convinced

Anybody is a killer all you gotta do is push 'em to the limps

F**k being timid in the Civic

Politicin' with the pushers and the pimps

I'm tryna write a story can I get a glimpse

Yeah can I get a glimpse

Last night I had a bad dream

That I was trapped in this city

Then I asked is that really such a bad thing

They robbin' niggas on the daily

Can you blame a ni**a that ain't never had things

Guess not

Last night they pulled up on my ni**a at the light like

Ugh nice watch run it

Hands in the air now hands in the air run it

Hands in the air now hands in the air run it

Hands in the air now hands in the air

Hands in the air now hands in the air

Small town ni**a Hollywood dreams

I know that everything that glitters ain't gold

I know the sh*t ain't always good as it seems

But tell me till you get it how could you know

How could you know How could you know

Listen up I'm about to go and get rich

F**k with me my ni**a

We gon' circle round the Ville and hit a lick

Cop some tree my ni**a

And some powder bag it up and make it flip

You gon' see my ni**a

One day we gon' graduate and cop a brick

And that's the key my ni**a

Listen up I'm 'bout to go and get rich

Stand back and watch if you want to ni**a

Me I want my pockets fat a badder b**ch

Tired of seein' niggas flaunt I wanna flaunt too ni**a

Watch some rollers in a f**kin' Crown Vic

Tryna lock a ni**a up that's what they won't do ni**a

Wanna know a funny thing about this sh*t

Even if you let 'em kill your dream

It'll haunt you ni**a haunt you

Last night I had a bad dream

That I was trapped in this city

Then I asked is that really such a bad thing

I look around like

Do you wanna be another ni**a that ain't never had things

Guess not

Last night we pulled up on a ni**a at the light like

Uh nice watch run it

Hands in the air now hands in the air run it

Hands in the air now hands in the air run it

Hands in the air now hands in the air

Hands in the air now hands in the air

Father forgive me for my childish ways

I look outside and all the clouds are gray

I need your hands to take me miles away

Your wish is my command my command my command

But before you go I've got to warn you now

Whatever goes up surely must come down

You'll get your piece but know peace won't be found

So why just take me man take me man take me man

Your wish is my command my command my command