J. Cole Song by lyrics

Paying seventeen hundred for the rent, money well-spent. No heater, but a n**** made heat, may i vent

sometimes you worry bout the things he can provide for ya. whenever youre around, i seen it come alive for ya

Even when one of your idols look dead in your face and he told you "you cant", and you know that he meant it

So, girl, you gotta think bout how the options way out, whats the way out?

But im signed to the ROC, no time for the gossip, bitch, put down them tabloids

There is no right or wrong, only a song. I like to right alone, be in my zone

With a bad bitch in his ear, saying she's down for whatever

for what's money without happiness, or hard times without the people you love

Never seen no one driving a bentley, i cant be out here mopping up wendys

(feature) Young jordan peele, gotta get out. But the shit that i spit out is a cheat code like im facing a RICO

She think im spoiled and im rich cause i can have any bitch; i got defensive and said "Nah, i was the same without it"

Im talking tens and better, hood bitches in timbs and sweaters. and we always argue bout the same things

I feel for you, killing yourself to find a man that'll kill for you

pop click, now the clip looking like chickfila on a sunday

and all the pain the world cause, she be healing that shit; and nah that aint your girl dawg but you be feeling that chick

I made what your n**** make it one year, its unfair, but so is life

I'm Hearing there's rats in the building, they sayin its not up to par with the health code

Lord will you tell me if i changes, i wont tell nobody. i wanna go back to jermaine, and i wont tell nobody

Now im at the garden sitting half court, watching jr. catch it off the backboard

To the OGs, im thanking you now, was watching you when you was paving the ground

bright lights pass me in the city, its emergency. Im thankful cause i made it passed my 30s, no one murdered me

I was a youngin straight crushin, tryna play the shit cool

run from the pain, sip lean, smoke tree up. When im in your town, press pound hit me up