h u n g e r . o n . h i l l s i d e

(album: The Off-Season - 2021)

[J. Cole:]
Alright now, alright now
God has a plan for you
And all you've got to do is believe, believe, believe
Yeah

Shit gon' get hard, keep your head strong
If I quit now, then I'm dead wrong
Fighting off this hunger for hours
Big stepper, nigga, don't get stepped on
The money might fade, but respect don't
Still gon' be me when success gone
I don't speak the language of cowards
I walk through the flame like I'm Teflon

I sucked up the pain and I kept going
Whole world know my name, bitch, my rep strong
We sold out in less than a hour
These words I still sang like I'm slept on
I sin, so I can't cast the next stone
Unless it's baguettes 'round my neck bone
Inside of my frame lies a power
You can't get this game from no TED Talk
I wanna know if they understand me
I put it all on A, ain't no plan B
Hoping all this weight ain't gon' drown me
Fucked around, got grey hairs already
Running up the stairs on a tower
Running up these Ms by the hour
If I drop a gem, money showers
When you get your taste, they get sour

[J. Cole (James Fauntleroy):]
Shit gon' get hard, keep your head strong
(Just keep your head strong)
The money might fade, but respect don't
(The ultimate price is regret now)
Still gon' be me when success gone
(Still gon' be me, ahh-ahh-ahh)
Big stepper, nigga, don't get stepped on

[J. Cole:]
Waiting my turn like grains of sand inside a hourglass
Mainly concerned back in the day with how long I would last
Make a few thousand dollars stack with every hour passed
I catch you playing inside my lane and I'ma foul your ass
Put the whole game on top my back, don't need no chiropract'
They calling me young PWC, I got my power back
Ain't fucking around, beefing with me gon' get you hollered at
Niggas can't see me one-on-one, that's word to Kyla Pratt
You hitting them weights, congratulations 'cause you built something
You taking a lot of boxing lessons, but you still pussy
I see right through you niggas just like 2Pac hologram
Ain't doing Coachella, booking me gon' be a lot of Ms
I'm feeling myself, I'm building my wealth up 'til it's towering
I put my tongue all in my bitch, she get to hollering
I ain't doing no dirt no more, I stopped creeping six years ago
Fun fucking them hoes until you realize that you is the ho

Shit gon' get hard, keep your head strong
If I quit now then I'm dead wrong
Fighting off this hunger for hours
Big stepper, nigga, don't get stepped on
The money might fade, but respect don't
Still gon' be me when success gone
I don't speak the language of cowards
I walk through the flame like I'm Teflon

[James Fauntleroy:]
Can't be afraid of sunlight
Spotlights when it close
All the pain you hold
Makes you worth your weight in gold
Can't be afraid of sunlight
Spotlights when it close
All the pain you hold
Makes you worth your weight in gold
God has a plan for you
And all you've got to do is believe, believe, be—