Текст песни Before I'm Gone - J. Cole

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Uh, I hit the weed, I told myself the last time would be my last
I don't trust my own niggas, now my mind racing fast
Got my foot up on the gas, got a hundred on the dash
If the police run up on me, I ain't stopping for they ass
Boy, you know my L's dirty, if they stop me, I'm goin' to jail surely
I'll be next to my brother in the cell, no bail for me
"Man, let me out, send me back to bitches that smell Purdy"
And all I gotta do is call once and she there all ready
Yeah, buddy, can't you tell I'm goin' through hell?
I don't even open my mail

I'm in the shower with a soap and the towel, I need cleansing
Bad bitches all on the prowl, they need Benzes
Pussy niggas running they mouth and we ain't flinching
They names ain't even mentioned
I got dreams bigger than your whole team
You niggas so broke, yet somehow you so green
I guess it's envy, started with a penny, now I'm getting plenty money

Huh, and one time for the city, yeah
And two times for you, ay
And one time for the city, ay
And two times for you, uh

Look kid, it's raining outside boy, fuck an umbrella
Niggas banging outside boy, they guns'll dumbbell a nigga
Tired of telling niggas that's deceased, "Rest in Peace"
We tired of only having just a piece
And fuck policing, they killing niggas, what's the reason?
His daughter starving and she fucking freezing, so no wonder why he fucking squeezing
They out here bussin', leavin' niggas stuck and bleedin' on the flo'
Bullets wet you like it's semen on a ho

Breathing slow man, I'm in hell
One day you tryna make rent, next day you in jail
Lord knows he meant well
So I take the pencil and write like a pen pal
Some shit that's darker than the tints up on the windshield
Uh, welcome to Sinville where niggas on base
Shit is looking like an infield, high as a Sprint bill
What you think? That's the reason why this ink in my pen kills
Phony niggas 'til they are extinct, bitch, I've been real

Huh, and one time for the city, ay, uh
And two times for you, yeah
And one time for the city, ay, hm
And two times for you, ay

Them old niggas sayin', "Cole the wrong one bringin' the city shine
All he ever doin' is paintin' pictures of crime
Tellin' stories of pain, paintin' pictures of dope"
Bitch if you listening, I'm paintin' pictures of hope, huh
That boy in class embarrassed because he broke
Hoping, today, he won't be the butt of somebody's joke
See me, I lived it all from dirt-poor in a trailer
Worried about my mother and never trusting my neighbors

To middle-class with a backyard and my own room
To bein' the only black kid in my homeroom
Academically gifted and followed my own rules
Was runnin' the streets, ay ma, I'll be home soon
Was out chasin' hos, was out hooping
Them niggas wasn't balling but yet they was foul shooting, uh
So meet the newest role model who don't know how to fake this shit
Never sold a rock and look, I made it bitch

Huh, and one time for the city, yeah
And two times for you, ay
And one time for the city, yeah
And two times for you, ay

Girl, it's been so long, I've been gone from you
But you ain't gotta worry 'bout the thangs I do
It's hard, but the thought of you would ease my pain
Girl, I promise they gon' know our name, uh
Ain't seen you smile in a while
But I been dreamin' 'bout you
Oh, oh, oh, oh