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J. Cole
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Fuck do you know 'bout my passion?
Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?
Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle?
Fuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?
They say the Lord's timin' is divine
And I walk with Him, so that explains mine
Cole, deep down you may find
All that pain creates a strange bond
Slums connected like the drums in a bass line
Petrified of death and poverty I chase mine
Like breathalyzer tests, I'm tryna walk a straight line
Meditatin' for a better state in my deranged mind
'Til I saw the Buddha pose and realized he throwin' gang signs
I guess the lesson is you can't escape crime
Even when the strays flyin' I remain calm
Fayettenam, you my heart but at the same time
If I'm bein' honest I can feel that flame dyin', uh
Uh, so I'm ridin' through the city streets reachin' for a memory to hang on
Goin' backwards like a penalty to see a younger me, but that day's gone
Wild times lookin' up at cloud nine, how high can Jermaine climb?
Remember when they ain't respond when you holla
Funny how a few dollars can change minds
Fuck do you know 'bout my passion? (Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra)
Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?
Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle? (Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)
Fuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?
Ten toes is down on the pavement (ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)
Umbrellas don't stop no rain
Niggas they die everyday (ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)
Fuck the world, let's run a train
Since I was a pipsqueak lean on survival instincts
On backstreets, where they tearin' up hearts like them guys in NSYNC
Codeine in they soda, dirty poppin' plus how the ends meet
When servin' rock on deserted blocks tryna cause a frenzy
To profit quickly, I'm passin' by my pockets empty
Tryna to make a legal dollar seem harder than guardin' Wemby
When you're hardly six feet tall, if somehow I could ball
I better work hard on my handles 'cause niggas gon' try to rip me
Don't wanna RIP, but if I leave, know God'll lift me
I'd rather sit inside a Bentley and be the owner like providin' kidneys
I know the love does not extend deep
I choose my homies wisely, seen too many die from friends beef
Big dreams to change the world back when I ride a ten speed
Youthful delusion thinkin' through music I could end grief
When too many bodies get piled up in these rival's histories
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So stoppin' this violence is like bringin' the Gaza Strip peace
Uh, so I'm ridin' through the city streets reachin' for a memory to hang on
Goin' backwards like a penalty to see a younger me, but that day's gone
Wild times lookin' up at cloud nine, how high can Jermaine climb?
Remember when they ain't respond when you holla
Funny how a few dollars can change minds
Fuck do you know 'bout my passion? (Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra)
Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?
Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle? (Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)
Fuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?
Ten toes is down on the pavement (ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)
Umbrellas don't stop no rain
Niggas they die everyday (ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)
Fuck the world, let's run a train
Fuck the world, let's run a train
Fuck the world, let's run a train
Fuck the world, let's run a train
Fuck the world, let's run a train
In a world
In a world
In a world
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