J. Cole SAFETY
Babe, can you go check on her real quick? Alright, safe– where you're from, Bunce Road, throw your hands up (Babe, can you go check on the baby real quick?) It’s that Bragg Boulevard, reportin' live from (Safe–) I know the whole world blowin' up your phone I wanna know, nigga, when you’re comin' home? (Yeah, alright, safe–) Kane Road, Eutaw, throw your hands up Lewis Heights, yeah, it's been a while (Alright, safe–) I know the whole world blowin' up your phone I wanna know, nigga, when you're comin' home? Yeah Yo, Jermaine, what's the word? I got a new numbеr, delete that old onе By now, I'm sure you must’ve heard ’Bout how I got jammed up and had to sit some It's nothin’, though I did longer bids, this was a quick one I never hit you 'cause I know niggas be playin' victim Beggin' you for big sums of dough When income’s low, that ain't my style, it'll never be To me, you'll always be my dog, not a celebrity And plus, you did enough, wired me bands Way back when it was rough, last night When it was dusk, ran into Jizzle at Cross Creek You know how he be movin' like he in a rush Told him, "Come through to the crib over at Haymount Hills" We sat in my living room, where then we lit a Dutch I ain't even know that he smoke like that Drank a few beers, it's been years since we joked like that Yo, I seen Brina on the 'Gram, she don't post like that But bro, she's still bad, one of the baddest bitches the 'Ville had Lotta these hoes fallin' off, and it's real sad How time can rob us of our best days As we slave for peasant wage with no nest egg Saved for rainy days, but anyways, what's up? I thought about you, holla at me I would love to catch up, I know you busy But you in my prayers, God bless you and your affairs Stay aware 'cause real niggas is rare, dawg, safety Safety, safety, safety (Westside, Cliffdale, throw your hands up, Merc Mob, Charlesboro, reportin' live from) I know the whole world blowin' up your phone (Safety, safety) I wanna know, nigga, when you're comin' home? Safety, safety, safety (Northside, Terror Garden, where my dawgs from, Hope Mills, Bent Creek, yeah, it's been a while) I know the whole world blowin' up your phone I wanna know, nigga, when you're comin' home? (Uh) Ayy, bro, what's goin' on? I feel no way when you don't respond, dog I know your heart, and I know our bond I know a lot is on your plate and more is on your mind But still I hit you time to time when you crossin' mine I heard that big Mal died, and no, I couldn't tell you the cause I know fentanyl's been leavin' brothers cross-eyed and things Can't tell what's killin' more niggas, drugs or crossfire When moms cry, it's a shame, as of late, I've seen An uptick in motorcades, but not for the president These processions are for the negligent So I don't care to hang out These younger niggas even quicker than I was to bang out Oh, shit, forgot to say I got a daughter now Here's a picture, she's startin' to look more like her father now When she cries, her mama put on your songs to calm her down It's wild, how just the sound of your voice, it brought a smile Dog, I'm proud, you made it out of this bitch Few things are better when a nigga from the bottom get rich Although I'm sure it brings its own set of problems Most of the city love you, though a couple seem jealous of your stardom Like, what's up with old buddy that's makin' songs 'bout you? Was about to punish him vicious, but then I thought about you And what you would say, might tell me to chill, but he violatin' for real Let me know when you comin' back to the 'Ville, dog, safety Safety, safety, safety (Faye' State, throw your hands up, wooh, Hillsborough, central jive, reportin' live from) I know the whole world blowin' up your phone (Safety, safety) I wanna know, nigga, when you're comin' home Safety, safety, safety (Around whole county, put your hands up, we underdogs, now we worldwide) I know the whole world blowin' up your phone I wanna know, nigga, when you're comin' home Yo, hit me back when you get the chance So many of our peers passed away through the years My appreciation for airs in my lungs has been enhanced Yo, Quay passed last night from medical conditions that were too advanced For doctors to intervene, they couldn't do a thing They say he dwindled away until his size was that of a figurine It seemed just like a mystery Some say it was Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome We been known what team he acknowledged Since we was kids, he lived in a closet But that changed soon as he went to college Up there wilin' in the A&T, runnin' with fruity types Dick in the booty types, tight pants Switchin' their hips, paintin' their nails So niggas from the Ville had to distance ourselves He felt a way, remember, he was beefin' with me That's when he moved to the A, I guess, so he could be free But years later, I heard they seen him walkin' on Bragg (Oh-oh) At 2 a.m. with a lace front, dressin' in drag I shook my head, but still, I began to feel bad It's like his lifestyle was blockin' all the love that we had We turned our backs on him, some of us called him a fa– Nah, time's changed, I know that's wrong Now that we grown, I wish I could apologize, 'cause we did him wrong Man, why it feel like recently niggas ain't livin' long? Rest in peace to your boy Filthee, I heard about that too Last summer, lotta brothers had got murdered out the blue Shit was wild, but anyhow, just reachin' out Bearin' bad news infused with what I'm thinkin' 'bout Here go the obituary, and just in case There's a program attached that gives you the time and place It's that funeral home off the merc', the one adjace' To that used car lot where I copped that Ford Escape I know fame make that shit hella awkward to be at wakes But I bet it mean a lot to his family to see your face If you can make it home, the viewin' is on Thursday Funeral on Friday, by plane or by highway, yo' safety (Safety, safety, safety) Safety (Safety, safety) Huh, alright, safety Time's up, too stressed to reply (Safety, safety)
