Morgan Penahttps://youtube/watch?v=nyPl2xAsk5kJanuary 28th lyrics Share on amazonMP3Share on emailEmailShare on printPrint J. COLE LYRICS January 28th The real is back, the ville is back Flow bananas here, peel this back And what youll find is, your highness Can paint a picture that is vivid enough to cure blindness Carolinas finest, you knew that already And turned to the greatest, I proved that already And if you would like, I do it twice I just sharpen my blade for a minute became lost in my ways This for my niggas that was tossin the graves Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts and get lost in the days We used to play before your coffin was made Just got the call nigga got caught with a stray Hope hes okay Just got paid what Cochran got paid to free OJ Just to share my life on the stage in front of strangers Who know a nigga far too well, and thats the danger Know me better than I know myself I rip a page out my notebook in anger And let these thoughts linger, singing [Hook:] Dont give em too much you Dont let em take control Its one thing you do Dont let em taint your soul If you believe in God One things for sure If you aint aim too high Then you aim too low Whats the price for a black man life? I check the toe tag, not one zero in sight I turn the TV on, not one hero in sight Unless he dribble or he fiddle with mics Look out the window cause tonight the city lit up with lights, cameras and action May no man alive come through and damage my faction I brought you niggas with me cause I love you like my brothers And your mothers like my mother Think we need a plan of action The bigger we get the more likely egos collide Its just physics, please lets put our egos aside You my niggas, and should our worst tendencies turn us into enemies I hope that we remember these Nights fulla Hennessey When Hov around we switch up to that Dusse Gotta show respect, one day we tryna stay where you stay Cause we from where you from Not talkin bout the slums Im talkin bout that mind state that keep a black nigga dumb Keep a black nigga dyin by a black nigga gun And keep on listening to the frontin ass rap niggas son Yeah I said son This is New Yorks finest For 11 winters straight I took on New Yorks climate Like show me New Yorks ladder I climb it and set the bar so high that you gotta get Obama to force the air force to find it Never mind it, youll never reach that Cole is the hypnotist, control the game whenever he snap Thats every track [Hook] I aint serve no pies, I aint slang no dope I dont bring no lies, niggas sang my quotes I dont play no games, boy I aint no joke Like the great Rakim, when I make my notes You niggas might be L or you might be Kane Or you might be Slick Rick with 19 chains Or you might be Drizzy Drake or Kendrick Lamar But check your birth date nigga, you aint the God Nah you aint the God Nigga Cole the God January 28th
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 18:13:54 +0000
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