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January 28th

J. Cole

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January 28th

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The real is back, the ville is backFlow bananas here, peel this backAnd what you'll find is, your highnessCan paint a picture that is vivid enough to cure blindnessCarolina's finest, you knew that alreadyAnd turned to the greatest, I proved that alreadyAnd if you would like, I do it twiceI just sharpen my blade for a minute became lost in my waysThis for my niggas that was tossin' the gravesEvery so often I fade deep in my thoughts and get lost in the daysWe used to play before your coffin was madeJust got the call nigga got caught with a strayHope he's okayJust got paid what Cochran got paid to free OjJust to share my life on the stage in front of strangersWho know a nigga far too well, and that's the dangerKnow me better than I know myselfI rip a page out my notebook in angerAnd let these thoughts linger, singingDon't give 'em too much youDon't let 'em take controlIt's one thing you doDon't let 'em taint your soulIf you believe in GodOne thing's for sureIf you ain't aim too highThen you aim too lowWhat's the price for a black man life?I check the toe tag, not one zero in sightI turn the Tv on, not one hero in sightUnless he dribble or he fiddle with micsLook out the window cause tonight the city lit up with lightsCameras and actionMay no man alive come through and damage my factionI brought you niggas with me cause I love you like my brothersAnd your mothers' like my motherThink we need a plan of actionThe bigger we get the more likely egos collideIt's just physics, please let's put our egos asideYou my niggas, and should our worst tendencies turn us into enemiesI hope that we remember theseNights fulla HennesseyWhen Hov around we switch up to that D'usseGotta show respect, one day we tryna stay where you stayCause we from where you fromNot talkin' bout the slumsI'm talkin' 'bout that mind state that keep a black nigga dumbKeep a black nigga dyin' by a black nigga gunAnd keep on listening to the frontin' ass rap niggas sonYeah I said sonThis is New York's finestFor 11 winters straight I took on New York's climateLike show me New York's ladderI climb it and set the bar so high that you gotta getObama to force the air force to find itNever mind it, you'll never reach thatCole is the hypnotist, control the game whenever he snapThat's every trackDon't give 'em too much youDon't let 'em take controlIt's one thing you doDon't let 'em taint your soulIf you believe in GodOne thing's for sureIf you ain't aim too highThen you aim too lowI ain't serve no pies, I ain't slang no dopeI don't bring no lies, niggas sang my quotesI don't play no games, boy I ain't no jokeLike the great Rakim, when I make my notesYou niggas might be L or you might be KaneOr you might be Slick Rick with 19 chainsOr you might be Drizzy Drake or Kendrick LamarBut check your birth date nigga, you ain't the GodNah you ain't the GodNigga, Cole the GodJanuary 28th(Baby laughing)
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