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Rags To Riches (At The Beep)

J. Cole

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Rags To Riches (At The Beep)

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Damn, broke is a bad joke... but still I laugh thoughFrontin' trynna have hope, it's sad thoughI'm tired of being broke as shitI'm seeing other niggas ball and I'm like 0 for 6Ay man I just graduated, good old college degreeShit, my niggas drug dealing see more dollars than meI know my calling, it's in my blood to do this music thangWon't be that illest nigga that you never knew his nameI'm looking at these fake A&R's like "you a lame-That boy a genius and you ain't even listen, man you insane"But you'll see though, just what the hell a nigga 'bout to be thoughSo give me one year then play this back like TivoCause boy I'm finna blow - I'm a mothafucking torpedoThe music's in my blood so watch these niggas turn mosquitoeUh, I play the villain and the hero, some grow man shitFeel like a goddamn kid, man I'm Pac and Big (What up?)"Up" is something that I can't giveWon't see me disappear like the old Ant Viv'Cause even on a slow jam I'm so damn sickMan I even spread a virus to a program-quickI gotta focus on my flow and get some dough, man, shitNo dollars got me acting like I got no damn senseBut peace to my broham's and my ex-ladyYea we've been complicating things with the sex latelyMaybe I'm being selfish - but, naw, I can't help itCause girl we go back like a throwback Celtics - JerseyRegardless of where God lead usJust know that I was Martin and you was my GinaBut I'm through living in the past LordNo more thinking rewind and more fast forwardLess rearview mirror and more dashboardI'm visualizing cash and stamps on a passportThat Cls with a full tank of gas for itCop my momma a whip, nigga, he didn't even ask for itWise enough to know that money can't buyyou happiness or loversBut it's gon get my momma out the struggleWise enough to know that money can't buyyou happiness or loversBut it's gon get my momma out the struggleSaid I'm wise enough to know that money can't buyyou happiness or loversBut it's gon get my momma out the struggle, nigga...I'd like to welcome ya'll toMy life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine...

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