January 28th (Live) (Live|Explicit)
J. Cole"January 28th (Live) (Live|Explicit)" ist ein Song von J. Cole, 2016, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:52, 128 lines / 687 words.
Songtext
0:00January 28th (Live|Explicit) - J. Cole
0:04Rap tune
0:07Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune
0:13Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune
0:18I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
0:24The real is back
0:25The ville is back
0:27Flow bananas here
0:28Peel this back
0:29And what you'll find is
0:29Your highness
0:30Can paint a picture
0:31That is vivid enough to cure blindness
0:33Carolina's finest
0:35You knew that already
0:36And turned to the greatest
0:37I proved that already
0:38And if you would like
0:39I do it twice
0:40I just sharpen my blade for a minute
0:41Became lost in my ways
0:43This for my niggas
0:44That was tossin' the graves
0:45Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts
0:47And get lost in the days
0:48We used to play
0:49Before your coffing was made
0:51Just got the call ni**a got caught
0:52With a stray
0:53Hope he's okay
0:54Just got paid
0:55What cochran got paid to free oj
0:57Just to share my life on the stage in
0:59Front of strangers
1:00Who know a ni**a far too well
1:01And that's the danger
1:02Know me better than I know myself
1:04I rip a page out my notebook in anger
1:06And let these thoughts linger singing
1:08Don't give 'em too much you
1:11Don't let 'em take control
1:14It's one thing you do
1:16Don't let 'em taint your soul
1:19If you believe in god
1:22One thing's for sure
1:25If you ain't aim too high
1:27Then you aim too low
1:30What's the price for a black man life
1:32I check the toe tag
1:34Not one zero in sight
1:35I turn the tv on
1:36Not one hero in sight
1:38Unless he dribble or he fiddle with mics
1:40Look out the window
1:40Cause tonight the city lit up with lights
1:42Cameras and action
1:43May no man alive come through
1:45And damage my faction
1:46I brought you niggas with me cause
1:48I love you like my brothers
1:49And your mothers' like my mother
1:50Think we need a plan of action
1:52The bigger we get the more likely egos collide
1:54It's just physics
1:55Please let's put our egos aside
1:57You my niggas
1:58And should our worst tendencies
1:59Turn us into enemies
2:01I hope that we remember these
2:02Nights fulla hennessey
2:03When hov around we switch up to
2:05That d'usse
2:05Gotta show respect
2:06One day we tryna stay where you stay
2:08Cause we from where you from
2:10Not talkin' bout the slums
2:11I'm talkin' 'bout that mind state
2:12That keep a black ni**a dumb
2:14Keep a black ni**a dyin'
2:15By a black ni**a gun
2:16And keep on listening
2:17To the frontin' a** rap niggas son
2:19Yeah I said son
2:20This is new york's finest
2:21For 11 winters straight
2:23I took on new york's climate
2:24Like show me new york's ladder
2:25I climb it and set the bar so high
2:27That you gotta get
2:28Obama to force the air force to find it
2:30Never mind it you'll never reach that
2:32Cole is the hypnotist
2:33Control the game whenever he snap
2:35That's every track
2:36Don't give 'em too much you
2:39Don't let 'em take control
2:41It's one thing you do
2:44Don't let 'em taint your soul
2:47If you believe in god
2:50One thing's for sure
2:52If you ain't aim too high
2:55Then you aim too low
2:57Then you aim too low
2:58I ain't serve no pies
3:00I ain't slang no d**e
3:01I don't bring no lies
3:02Niggas sang my quotes
3:04I don't play no games
3:05Boy I ain't no joke
3:06Like the great rakim
3:08When I make my notes
3:09You niggas might be l
3:10Or you might be kane
3:12Or you might be slick rick
3:13With 19 chains
3:15Or you might be drizzy drake
3:16Or kendrick lamar
3:17But check your birth date ni**a
3:19You ain't the god
3:21Nah you ain't the god
3:24Ni**a cole the god
3:25Cole the god
3:26Cole the god
3:30January 28th
3:35I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
3:41I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
3:47I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
3:52I'm gonna make a million dollars off a rap tune
January 28th (Live|Explicit) - J. Cole Rap tune Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune The real is back The ville is back Flow bananas here Peel this back And what you'll find is Your highness Can paint a picture That is vivid enough to cure blindness Carolina's 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 coffing was made Just got the call ni**a got caught With a stray Hope he's 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 ni**a far too well And that's the danger Know me better than I know myself I rip a page out my notebook in anger And let these thoughts linger singing Don't give 'em too much you Don't let 'em take control It's one thing you do Don't let 'em taint your soul If you believe in god One thing's for sure If you ain't aim too high Then you aim too low What's 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 It's just physics Please let's 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 d'usse Gotta show respect One day we tryna stay where you stay Cause we from where you from Not talkin' bout the slums I'm talkin' 'bout that mind state That keep a black ni**a dumb Keep a black ni**a dyin' By a black ni**a gun And keep on listening To the frontin' a** rap niggas son Yeah I said son This is new york's finest For 11 winters straight I took on new york's climate Like show me new york's 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 you'll never reach that Cole is the hypnotist Control the game whenever he snap That's every track Don't give 'em too much you Don't let 'em take control It's one thing you do Don't let 'em taint your soul If you believe in god One thing's for sure If you ain't aim too high Then you aim too low Then you aim too low I ain't serve no pies I ain't slang no d**e I don't bring no lies Niggas sang my quotes I don't play no games Boy I ain't 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 ni**a You ain't the god Nah you ain't the god Ni**a cole the god Cole the god Cole the god January 28th I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune I'm gonna make a million dollars off a rap tune
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