[Intro: J.Cole]
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Now do I roll up, get higher?
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Or po' up, get tired?
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Do I roll up, get higher?
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Or po' up, get tired?
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[Verse 1]
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Okay, I'm back on a mission
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To pay my tuition
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Got loans out the ass
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What you know 'bout my past?
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I was so late for class
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Hit the probate, get trashed
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Fell asleep off the Henny
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Back in '08 I crashed
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With my foot on the gas
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Thank the Lord I'm still here
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No insurance so now I'm racin' home on first gear
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On that morn' I shed tears
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Asking what I'm doing here?
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I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the fuckin' flu in here
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But yet I'm just chillin' like I'm back on the yard
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My niggas say I'm the truth and when I rap they applaud
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That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source
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It's like I'm tryna get the head, but she's just jackin' me off
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I needed more
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Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store
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Put my feet on floor
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Borrow money from mi amor
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Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour
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She held you down, now you out here fuckin' 'round
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[Bridge: J.Cole]
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Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas (What?)
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Gold diggers, Crys sippers (What?)
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Cold nigga, flow sicker (What?)
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Muthafucka, I'm a fuckin' head bussa go
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[Hook: J. Cole]
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Coming down on the strip looking in the whip
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Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold
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Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money
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Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old
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But errthing glitter aint gold
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The grass aint greener I've been told
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She told, you want your cake and eat it too
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I said its cake, thats what your supposed to do
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[Verse 2: J.Cole]
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Okay, my grammy just died
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Im too broke, to goat
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She askin my fear, but she close to know
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Got trust issues, I;m trying
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Where I come from? I don't know
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I just block out the pain
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Blow the fuck up, get dough
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See I thought that would it help, turns out its worse
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My girl want her first child, my label wont work out
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My mama dont see unless I'm on TV
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I pray she don't break down
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She strong but, she need me
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[Verse 3: J.Cole]
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They killed Saddam, now I wonder who's sane?
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How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne?
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Old chick callin', but I'm onto new thangs
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She still a dime, but I always lose change
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Young Simba, went from bottom of the food chain to a few chains
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In a new Range
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She tellin' me so much has happened
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Would've thought you changed
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We aint fuck in nine months its safe to say I'm due man
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[Bridge]
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[Hook]
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Head Bussa
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| J. Cole |
