paroles de chanson Rise and Shine - J. Cole
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,
and
between
eating
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
Like
we
always
do
at
this
time,
co
co
Cole
blowin'
your
mind
Hey
dummy,
this
no
accident,
all
of
this
was
designed
To
to
to
took
my
time,
cr
cr
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
rap's
alive,
it
turns
out
that
I'm
the
proof
Cause
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!
Before
I
wake
I
pray
to
the
Lord
My
soul
to
take
3X
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
I
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,
what
up
bo?
This
is
for
the
bitches
that
played
me,
what
up
ho?
Nah
I
ain't
mad,
it's
sad,
you
went
from
bad
to
real
bad
Two
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
Is
Cole
still
at
it?
Y'all
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
planning
funerals,
you
might
fit
the
coffin
Before
I
wake
I
pray
to
the
Lord,
my
soul
to
take
Get
on
your
job
lil
mane,
this
ain't
Saturday
We
in
two
different
lanes,
you
can't
navigate
We
in
two
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
it's
just
a
nigga
God
invented
The
best
out,
foolish
pride'll
make
you
not
admit
it
But
if
this
shit
ain't
fire
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
cry
on
it
When
you
make
a
list
of
the
greatest
aye,
am
I
on
it?
Maybe
not
yet
but
bitch
I
got
the
clock
set
It
goes
tick-tock,
game
on
lock
Sun
gon'
shine
but
the
reign
won't
stop,
oh
no!
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