Verse 2 - J. Cole] A many blessings sent from heaven thanking God to be alive Flight attendant woke me up said Mr.Cole you have arrived, welcome In this game the price of fame is steep, Lord
in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans You prolly got the man you love wit you But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you? Can
Real nigga music Hey man the industry is so mothafucker dirty Watch out for these labels Make sure you know what your doing before you sign a contract
motherfucker Bitch you better back-back, give me fifty Mo' than fifty feet though, bitch you better give me fifty mo'fucking kilometers Give me fifty miles mo'fucker, you
Nigga they don't love us, they wanna relocate us to the Penn We wanna do right, but all we see is sin [Hook] In this land, we need you Jesus Lord have
tell you about this life of sin I hope that you can cope, we killing eachother to make some divid-ends I don't wanna sound crazy, but I'll make you push
one, all they internal sins On pen and paper, and right now, they fin to let You know how it is, it's a chance, God bless us Allah, you number one [Wood
this shit, ain't that was another place to be That's why I ride behind you a hundred percent, my nigga it's Cl'Che I smoke with you ride with you, make sure you
when I bow If there was ever a time I needed you God, I need you now Lord have mercy too many suicidal thoughts, so I sold my piece But what's worse, knowing you
crumble Calling up on your name in vain, this time I took a bow But if there was ever a time I needed you god I need you now, lord oh mercy Cause I don
spinners don't stop, y'all rappers don't shop Cause your jeweler told me, you be wearing fake rocks And if I catch you in my hood homie, you can't leave
get a piece I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me So why don't you help a ni**a out?Sayin you cuttin welfare That got us ni**az on the
a G ain't no easy thing cause you could fuck around get crossed and get stuck in tha game and for tha rest of your life you will sit and remineise wonder
death of you Lo and behold you sold your soul Nigga there's nuttin left of you Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you? If you don't know who you