J. Cole, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Miles

Yeah Hey, hey Mm, bass, bass Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah Yeah, look I'ma make this album in a week Long as Nat keep feeding me trees As long as Dahi feed me beats I got heat, parentheses, insert generic line About the sun or LeBron You know the kind these rappers always say I'm miles away, I'm Miles Davis Horny up in Hollywood and mildly famous Miley Cyrus on a molly I don't judge, just smile and wave And by the way, this shit been goin' Shit just flowin' out of me I'm proud to say, I got diarrhea in my diary My mind ablaze, can fill a thousand pages up with observa' My minor logs bring on the stay You niggas hard, oh, how cliche 'Cause yesterday you was a fucking punk and somehow not today You gon' go and pop that trunk, but fear don't pump inside of mе Your bitch be looking at a nigga like the onе that got away Your niggas looking at a nigga like the one, is that okay? Or do you wish to see me breathless, watch my spirit fly away? Do what you must, I had a fear of death, that shit just died today Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge And see, we all got to die some day, some way White people dyin' in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high In my car, nigga, I chase many dreams I was a hustler, created plenty schemes To get enough of what I need, I would do anything I swear to God, these niggas don't want to see me bling A nigga tryna get it in with this pen, though So I could do a lil' something for the kin folk Plus a nigga got a little beef with bein' broke And that's the kinda shit a nigga usually sin for Let the wind blow, I'm drifting with this So see, I'm really all over the place I cover lots of ground and I been creepin' on the come up for miles And turn hundreds into thousands, into millions Yes, I've chased the Devil, would sacrifice some things to make revenue What would you do if you was living in the ghetto under dark grey skies? I mean, they ain't never blue (True) So instead of boo-hooin' all the time, I'ma do something about it The solution was grind, get up, get it, live it, shine Never living the life has never entered my mind What do you mean? You're trying to say I can't eat I know it's a dream, you're trying to say I can't live Trying to tell me the sky ain't my limits But I made it and I'm so high Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge And see, we all got to die some day, some way White people dyin' in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high Water breathers, fish on my mama's belly 'Til my mama sneakers, Hannibal Lector sucked on that garnish keeper, baby With a garbage sweepers, coffins are in the offices of all my teachers Where awesome preachers write my shit in graffiti right on the walls in ether Often reapers, master you name the place and we can all get deeper The Mayan passed us quickly, we sick of the fear, my nigga, we all Khalifa Call Tomica, roll up another fat one, that's what I call gordita Nine millimeter buck when the people are stuck, stay humble as fuck Man, I'm used to two-seaters A couple of freaks with moves that'll make you loser your peepers When the stars twinkle, remember that we are nine trillion, but a large speaker All heart, put on y'all blinkers and y'all thought we was all demons Sanctified with sawed offs ranging use hollow with all reasons All seasons, all we needin' is whispering winds and all leaves and Call Eazy, Marcus and Jeffery Dahmer, y'all can haul eatin' Croutons, hug niggas and I mash they sammies with poupon In a barn yard smoking cigarettes 'til I hurl, nigga, get your groove on Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge And see, we all got to die some day, some way White people dyin' in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high