作曲 : J. Cole [Intro] Yeah Yeah, look how I came up Yeah, ayy, look how I came up, nigga Ayy, look
[Verse] Momma I came up Cold as hell in New York but I flame up Straight up out that dirty type of shit you cannot clean up A dollar and a dream the only things I had to bring up Now any nigga out there gunning for me gotta aim up Say what, niggas ask me what the Ville be like Just tell em that it's real, hoping that they me feel me, right I'm so bright I close my eyes and I can still see light I'm so live you mother****ers gotta kill me twice Man, I promise I'm murdering classics, paying my homage The fifteenth of the month and I'm just now paying Mohammed Said the rent's due on the first, but he don't know the shit I been through and it hurts, can't wait to blow Yeah, I think about heaven sometimes, can't wait to go If it's real will I even get in, I ain't fo' sure 'Cause I've been sinning Getting bent it's been a minute since I been Up in a church Only time is when my friend up in a hearse Lord, I'm praying for my Momma I just went up in her purse Not to steal All I saw was some bills and not a dollar In sight It’s time she lived a more desirable life I'm chasing money And dreams only God got the means to take em from me I scheme while I'm riding through Queens I ain't no dummy A Fayettenam repper 'til the day I'm gone Nigga get your weight up all the way up if you hating on me Cause boy I might pray but ain't no preying on me I'm hot like Satan just laying on me So when you get to hell you can say you know me I said I might pray but ain't no preying on me So when you get to hell, you can say you know me
作曲 : J. Cole [Intro] Yeah Yeah, look how I came up Yeah, ayy, look how I came up, nigga Ayy, look
[Verse] Momma I came up Cold as hell in New York but I flame up Straight up out that dirty type of shit you cannot clean up A dollar and a dream the only things I had to bring up Now any nigga out there gunning for me gotta aim up Say what, niggas ask me what the Ville be like Just tell em that it's real, hoping that they me feel me, right I'm so bright I close my eyes and I can still see light I'm so live you mother****ers gotta kill me twice Man, I promise I'm murdering classics, paying my homage The fifteenth of the month and I'm just now paying Mohammed Said the rent's due on the first, but he don't know the shit I been through and it hurts, can't wait to blow Yeah, I think about heaven sometimes, can't wait to go If it's real will I even get in, I ain't fo' sure 'Cause I've been sinning Getting bent it's been a minute since I been Up in a church Only time is when my friend up in a hearse Lord, I'm praying for my Momma I just went up in her purse Not to steal All I saw was some bills and not a dollar In sight It’s time she lived a more desirable life I'm chasing money And dreams only God got the means to take em from me I scheme while I'm riding through Queens I ain't no dummy A Fayettenam repper 'til the day I'm gone Nigga get your weight up all the way up if you hating on me Cause boy I might pray but ain't no preying on me I'm hot like Satan just laying on me So when you get to hell you can say you know me I said I might pray but ain't no preying on me So when you get to hell, you can say you know me
