Get It - Lyrics - J. Cole
Jermaine Lamarr Cole , better known by his stage name J. Cole, is an American hip hop recording artist, songwriter and record producer from Fayetteville, North Carolina. Cole first received recognition in 2007, following the release of his debut mixtape The Come Up. Shortly after the release of The Come Up, Cole was contacted by American rapper Jay-Z and subsequently signed to his record label Roc Nation, in 2009. In that same year, Cole released his second mixtape, The Warm Up, which was itself followed by Cole's third mixtape, Friday Night Lights, in 2010.
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I got to get my groove back, you know
Been a minute
Yeah ( i don't know what i'm doin')
Yeah
Uh
Label me greedy but see me finish what petey started
From carolina where nigg's spray like graffiti artist
The south nigg them nigg use to think we retarded
And slow as hell but well well
Look now we regarded as the nigg's
I *** with non-rappin nigg's, non-clappin nigg's
Nigg's is real, yall action figures
Ain't into actin bigger than i really am
Ain't no two ways around it, *** i'm the man
Where the beef at
Back in the days I ain't even go out for recess
A nigg don't play
Man i been livin o.k.
Been up in queens where they rid of those foes
And nigg's gats got bodies like video hoes
This J. COLE
You not *** with just any ol' flow
I'm like the '95 penny, you like penny '04
No disrespect to my favorite player ,*** pray a nigg
Never see the day a nigg rich so i'm slayin nigg's
(Chorus)
This is for my nigg's tryna make it
Watch out for them evil *** nigg's tryna take it (uh)
They love to see a nigg dead or in jail
Livin in a world where we set up to fail
But, Ima get, *** i'm finna get it (uh)
Ima get it, *** im finna get it (yeah)
Ima get it, *** i'm finna get it (yeah)
Ima get it (yeah), *** i got to get it
*** in the street know
*** blessed peace, i got that preist flow ( Heavenly)
You gon' crossover if he reach for the rock
Just a figure of speach for the glock
From the ville where the police know the heat blow alot
Like a beach, know it's hot *** laid out
Call them fake niggs center fielders cuz they played out
Watch our boys fade out
*** tryna hate
I he only knew my *** in his dane mouth
Just made out
Came out the woodworks
Now they tryna peep a *** footwork
I'm getin real green, yall niggs playin on some good turf
Fake money, scared money never make money
And a *** fear nothin but god
*** a facade
I'm just focused on stuff in my pocket
What up with them wads and ***
Hundred thousand dollar deposit ***
Been dreamin bout millions since a *** was 5 or 6
And so strive, ima god, this some bible ***
(Chorus)
Tell em geppetos my *** is ghetto with scarface dreams
At the block with that hard rate, that's all they seen
*** killin *** on broad day on all they screams
Watching cops love car chase scened
*** arrested
Treat us like roaches, the prison *** infected
They hate to see the day we ain't slain, *** invested
All created equal, looks like to a less than
Depending on your race or depending on your adress man
I been blessed, was given less and but still progress man
I hate to see the position my *** left in
Slay dope or *** you slave for minimum wage
Ashamed
But we livin in a cage, so *** get paid
How could i tell a *** not to hustle
Yea it's a better life my ***, but its not for us though
Instead they wanted us to break
They never wanted us to make it yea
To my *** smart enough to be smart enough to take it
***!
