January 28th
(专辑: 2014 Forest Hills Drive - 2014)
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 Yeah 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 In terms of 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 tossed in the
graves Every so often I
fade deep in my thoughts And then 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 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
nigga 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 talking bout the
slums I'm talking 'bout that mind state that keep a
black nigga dumb Keep a
black nigga dying by a
black nigga gun And keep on listening to the
fronting ass rap niggas sun Yeah I
said 'sun' 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, nigga 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 I
ain't serve no pies, I
ain't slang no dope 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 nigga, you ain't the
God Nah you ain't the
God Nigga, Cole the
God (Cole the
God, Cole the
God) January 28th Make a
million dollars off a
rap tune Can I
make a
million dollars off a
rap tune (Sound of baby laughing) I'm tryna make a
million dollars off a
rap tune I
wanna make a
million dollars of a
rap tune I'm gonna make a
million dollars off a
rap tune