t h e . c l i m b . b a c k (Clean)
J. Cole"t h e . c l i m b . b a c k (Clean)" is a song by J. Cole, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:48 long and contains 97 lines and 969 words.
0:02Are you doin' this work to facilitate growth or to become famous?
0:05Which is more important?
0:07Getting or letting go?
0:09You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything)
0:21You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything)
0:32Everything come back around full circle
0:35Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful?
0:38Everybody gotta cry once in a while
0:40But how long will it take 'fore you smile?
0:43This is that come-back-to-life shit
0:45My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift
0:49And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon (Bitch, I'm back out...)
0:54Yeah
0:55To the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint
0:58Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint
1:01Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints
1:04And you'll see how I flipped like exclamation points
1:07My niggas shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guards
1:11Enough straps to fill four U-Hauls
1:13More death than World War II caused
1:16Around these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts
1:19Of black corpses in county morgues, Lord, those images hauntin'
1:22I ain't been asleep yet, it's ten in the mornin'
1:25I'm sendin' a warnin', a problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop Awards
1:29I'm startin' to see you niggas don't want it
1:31I'm sick of this flauntin', from niggas I know for sure ain't got mo' dough than Cole
1:34Trash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe-to-toe
1:36We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole to blast at ya
1:40Bassmasters, look how they tote a pole
1:42Gotta know the ropes and the protocol
1:44Or they gon' for sure blow your clothes half off like a promo code
1:48Made a lil' tune called "Foldin Clothes," and a nigga still ain't known to fold under pressure
1:53Well, you know what Cole do
1:55Make a diamond, they just rhymin', me, I'm quotin' gold
1:57One phone call get you canceled like a homophobe in this PC culture
2:01Address me as the G.O.A.T. like they call Chief Keef Sosa
2:06In my sectional like a fuckin' three-piece sofa
2:08I'm known as the chosen one
2:09Another dead body lay frozen, that's how it go sometimes
2:12When niggas weighin' coke and not the pros and cons
2:15Well, I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher, so I go for mines
2:18Everything come back around full circle (Nigga, gotta go for mines)
2:21Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful? (Yeah)
2:24Everybody gotta cry once in a while
2:26But how long will it take 'fore you smile?
2:29This is that come-back-to-life shit
2:31My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift
2:35And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
2:40Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah)
2:42Survival at all costs, every day, niggas get logged off
2:45Bodies get hauled off
2:46Passin' a funeral procession while holdin' my breath in the car, I thought
2:49At times, it be feelin' the devil be winnin' but do that mean God lost?
2:52Just got off the phone with my nigga, he back in the kennel, my dog lost
2:54I brought him 'round close to me before but he
2:57Became addicted to clout and all the hoes we'd meet
2:59I slowly peeped jealousy on his breath whenever he spoke to me
3:02Like on the low, he feelin' that in my shoes is where he supposed to be
3:05I tried to ignore the signs, but they're in the back of my mind
3:08It felt like lettin' a nigga come sleep on your couch and he eatin' up all yo' groceries
3:11My nigga repeated this quote to me, I felt its potency
3:13Said, "Most of these niggas gon' hang themselves, just give 'em the rope and see"
3:17Shit, I heeded that, and what got showed to me
3:20Was screamin' that, some niggas, you gotta leave 'em back
3:22Unfortunately we seen the trap
3:23Niggas be on that demon clock resultantly
3:25They fiend to clap as often as the Genius app misquotin' me, uh
3:29Meanwhile, I see that yo' diamonds is glistenin'
3:32I'm glad that you shinin', but need I remind you my niggas is dimin' and nickelin'?
3:35Scrapin' up whatever coin they can find, the pettiest crime, they committin' it
3:37Just to get by for a limited time, the steepest of mountains, they tryin' to climb
3:40I'm here tryna find the derivative, you niggas don't feel me
3:43You see the clout, you don't see the real me
3:45If I was sick, you niggas wouldn't heal me
3:46Therefore I'm healin' myself, gettin' in tune with my God
3:49Slowly revealin' myself, buildin' my wealth
3:50A nigga touch mine, I'ma kill 'em myself, trust me
3:52Everything come back around full circle
3:55Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful?
3:58Everybody gotta cry once in a while
4:01But how long will it take 'fore you smile?
4:03This is that come-back-to-life shit
4:06My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift
4:10And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
4:13Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah)
4:17Bitch, I'm back outside, nigga
4:19I'm back outside
4:22I'm back outside
4:25I'm back outside
4:28Everybody mentions suicide prevention
4:30Man, they even made a hotline
4:32To call up when there's tension, but I got a question
4:36What about a fuckin' homicide?
4:39Need a number for my niggas to call
4:42Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved
4:45Need a number for my niggas to call
4:48Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved
Are you doin' this work to facilitate growth or to become famous? Which is more important? Getting or letting go? You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything) You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything) Everything come back around full circle Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful? Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come-back-to-life shit My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon (Bitch, I'm back out...) Yeah To the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints And you'll see how I flipped like exclamation points My niggas shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guards Enough straps to fill four U-Hauls More death than World War II caused Around these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts Of black corpses in county morgues, Lord, those images hauntin' I ain't been asleep yet, it's ten in the mornin' I'm sendin' a warnin', a problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop Awards I'm startin' to see you niggas don't want it I'm sick of this flauntin', from niggas I know for sure ain't got mo' dough than Cole Trash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe-to-toe We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole to blast at ya Bassmasters, look how they tote a pole Gotta know the ropes and the protocol Or they gon' for sure blow your clothes half off like a promo code Made a lil' tune called "Foldin Clothes," and a nigga still ain't known to fold under pressure Well, you know what Cole do Make a diamond, they just rhymin', me, I'm quotin' gold One phone call get you canceled like a homophobe in this PC culture Address me as the G.O.A.T. like they call Chief Keef Sosa In my sectional like a fuckin' three-piece sofa I'm known as the chosen one Another dead body lay frozen, that's how it go sometimes When niggas weighin' coke and not the pros and cons Well, I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher, so I go for mines Everything come back around full circle (Nigga, gotta go for mines) Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful? (Yeah) Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come-back-to-life shit My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah) Survival at all costs, every day, niggas get logged off Bodies get hauled off Passin' a funeral procession while holdin' my breath in the car, I thought At times, it be feelin' the devil be winnin' but do that mean God lost? Just got off the phone with my nigga, he back in the kennel, my dog lost I brought him 'round close to me before but he Became addicted to clout and all the hoes we'd meet I slowly peeped jealousy on his breath whenever he spoke to me Like on the low, he feelin' that in my shoes is where he supposed to be I tried to ignore the signs, but they're in the back of my mind It felt like lettin' a nigga come sleep on your couch and he eatin' up all yo' groceries My nigga repeated this quote to me, I felt its potency Said, "Most of these niggas gon' hang themselves, just give 'em the rope and see" Shit, I heeded that, and what got showed to me Was screamin' that, some niggas, you gotta leave 'em back Unfortunately we seen the trap Niggas be on that demon clock resultantly They fiend to clap as often as the Genius app misquotin' me, uh Meanwhile, I see that yo' diamonds is glistenin' I'm glad that you shinin', but need I remind you my niggas is dimin' and nickelin'? Scrapin' up whatever coin they can find, the pettiest crime, they committin' it Just to get by for a limited time, the steepest of mountains, they tryin' to climb I'm here tryna find the derivative, you niggas don't feel me You see the clout, you don't see the real me If I was sick, you niggas wouldn't heal me Therefore I'm healin' myself, gettin' in tune with my God Slowly revealin' myself, buildin' my wealth A nigga touch mine, I'ma kill 'em myself, trust me Everything come back around full circle Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful? Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come-back-to-life shit My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah) Bitch, I'm back outside, nigga I'm back outside I'm back outside I'm back outside Everybody mentions suicide prevention Man, they even made a hotline To call up when there's tension, but I got a question What about a fuckin' homicide? Need a number for my niggas to call Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved Need a number for my niggas to call Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved
Translation
Select a language to see the translated lyrics.