[J Cole - Verse 1]
I hit the weed I told myself the last time would be my last
I dont trust my own n-ggas 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 aint stopping for their ass
boy you know my Ls dirty if they stop me Im goin to jail surely
Ill be next to my brother in the cell no bail for me
man let me out send me back to bitches that smell Purdy (pretty)
and all I gotta do is call once and shell be all ready
yeah buddy cant you tell im goin thru hell
I dont even open my mail
Im in the shower with soap on the towel
I need cleansing
bad bitches all on the prowl they need Benzes
p-ssy n-ggas running they mouth but we aint flinching
they names aint even mentioned
I got dreams bigger then your whole team
You n-ggas so broke but yet somehow you seem so green
I guess its envy, started with a penny now im getting plenty money
one time for the city, yea
two times for you
hey
and one time for the city, hey
two times for you
hey
[J Cole - Verse 2]
Look kid, its raining outside boy
f-ck an umbrella, n-ggas banging outside boy
they guns dumb bell a n-gga
tired of telling n-ggas thats a cease rest in peace
we tired of only having just a peace
and f-ck policing, they killing n-ggas whats the reason
his daughter starving and she f-cking freezing
so no wonder why he f-cking squeezing
they out here bussin leavin n-ggas stuck in bleedin on the flo
bullets wet you like a semen on a hoe
breathing slow man I inhale
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 thats darker than the tints up on the windshield
welcome to sinville where n-ggas on base
sh-t is looking like an infield
high as a Sprint bill
what you think, thats the reason why this ink in my pen kills
phoney n-ggas until they are extinct, b-tch Ive been real
one time for the city, yea
two times for you
hey
and one time for the city, hey
two times for you
hey
[Verse 3]
The more n-ggas 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 listen Im paintin pictures of hope
That boy in class embarrassed because he broke
Hopin the day he wont be the butt of somebodys jokes
See me; I lived it all from dirt-poorin and trailer
Worried about my mother and never trustin 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 hey ma Ill be home soon
Was out chasin hos, was out hoopin
Them n-ggas wasnt ballin but yet they was foul shootin
So meet the newest role model who dont know how to fake this sh-t
Never sold a rock and look I made it bitch
[Hook]
One time for the city, yea
two times for you
hey
and one time for the city, hey
and two times for you
hey
[Outro]
Girl its been so long, Ive been gone from you
But you aint gotta worry bout the thangs I do
Its hard but the thought of you would ease my pain
Girl I promise they gon know our name
Aint seen you smile in awhile
But I been dreamin bout you