J. Cole - Rise And Shine

[Intro: Jay-Z] There's a nigga right now somewhere He at the table with a bowl of Apple Jacks And he's reading the back of the cereal And in between the Apple Jacks he's writing some shit And he wants my spot I'mma find him though, I'mma sign him.. I don't want no problems [Verse 1: J. Cole] Like we always do at this time, Cole blowin' your mind Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was assigned Took my time, crept from behind And I opened up your blinds, rise and shine! Cole World, same nigga used to drive around with yo girl In my mama's Civic, now I'm our here tryna get it I ain't like you lame ass niggas, boy I spit it how I live it So when you see me in the streets, man I ain't got a mimic Cause I ain't got an image to uphold, this real shit I ain't got a gimmick I just flow and niggas went nuts for The boy that set fire to the booth In a game full of liars it turns out that I'm the truth Some say that raps alive, it turns out that I'm the proof Cuz the ones y'all thought would save the day can't even tie my boots The ones y'all thought could hang with me can't even tie my noose Let these words be my bullets nigga, I don't rhyme I shoot Bang! [Hook - J Cole] Where the fuck I went? I pray to the Lord, my soul to take [Verse 2: J. cole] Lord I been dreamin' bout the paper, get rich fore I see my life caper Hope my mama get to see Jamaica before she meet her maker Our hoop was never good enough to ever be a Laker But these words I record got me ballin', Jordan More than a rapper this a natural disaster Boy, I'm meaner than Katrina mixed with Gina "Shut up, Cole!", this is for my niggas back home Homes, waddup bro ? This is for the bitches that played me, waddup ho? I ain't mad, it's sad, you went from bad to real bad 2 kids that don't even know their real dad Real sad, baby girl I wish you still had it Then maybe you could get a taste of livin' Villematic It's called Stillmatic: you be talkin' about the same shit That's how I feel about it, mama was a real addict That's why I don't respect that lyin'-ass white shit you talkin' Cole's plannin' funerals, you might fit the coffin [Hook] [Verse 3: J. Cole] Get on your job lil mane, this ain't Saturday! We in two different lanes, you can't navigate We in wto different games, you playin' patty cake Brother you're lame, you're Shane Battier You out of shape, my mind run a mile a minute The sky's the limit, I'm so high, I'm divin' in it My rides is tinted', my knob's gettin' slobbed up in it She hollerin' God, man you would've thought that God was in it But its just a nigga God invented The best out, foolish pride'll make you not admit it Word, this shit ain't vibe nigga, why you noddin' with it? The hate in your blood can't stop your soul from vibin' with it Now you all conflicted cause my flows is wicked And my hoes is thicker and all of yours is pickin' me Cause they know a star when they see a star, nigga Ain't even got to fuck him to know he a raw nigga I got her in my bedroom, but cheer up, nigga You saved so many hoes, you a hero nigga! Medal of honor, I'm feelin' on top like Pac When he slept with Madonna Hey, this is death before dishonor Get arrested and forget to tell my mama She got enough to stress about My niggas gonna get me out Then we hit the club with the thugs and the liquors No criminal record but I'm makin' criminal records Isn't it ironic? Isn't it iconic? Jacket so expensive you wouldn't even try on it But it fit me perfect, I purchase it if I want it The city on my shoulder, so no girl, you can't c