Revenge of the Dreamers - J. Cole
[Verse 1] I'm in the zone this year, it's all fire, nigga check my attire Your worst fear is confirmed, your reign at the top expires this year No application, I'm higher this year This a dedication to that bitch who slashed my nigga tires, oh yeah I knew about you, bitch I knew about you Came up on a good nigga, he ain't have a clue about you Tried to tell that nigga, don't trust that bitch as far as you can smell a nigga But you live and you learn On these road to riches niggas bound to miss a few turns Don't let the bridges that you cross turn into bridges you burn You're bound to miss a few turns Don't let the bridges that you.. fuck it, you don't hear me Look, ayo I walk along this long harbor of life and sit on the piers Reflect on my pain and shit on my fears Should I feel an ounce of guilt that I outdid all my peers? Or write my name in the sky and show them niggas I'm here? This one is for the history books, picture me shook or failin' This is revenge of the dreamer Misery took a million of my niggas' hopes from 'em, don't even know some 'em No more, the coke numbed 'em, no suicide notes from 'em They killin' theyselves, slowly killin' theyselves Five iPhones dropped, my nigga still in the cell He said he found God, shit, I doubt it, to each his own Whatever keeps you strong to get up out it, we need you home Cause see a war's goin' on outside, I 'bout cried When that boy that the cops shot died, my mouth wide open from shock Sick and tired of hopin' it'll stop This pen the only hope that I got, I open up shot, and break out [Hook] Got what you want, I got what you need My heart on my sleeve, watch me bleed, I break out! Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the feins And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga Fuck what you think, cause if your shit don't stink Nigga my shit won't sink, cause it can't, I break out! I gotta break the fuck up outta here Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the feins And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga [Verse 2] War stories, got tour stories Pop four whores on the top floor stories Niggas know, every verse is worth a brick of blow Just a seven figure nigga got the game in figure four I know at times I'm hypocritical, you niggas dig it though I fuck until my dick be sore, leave bitches walkin' pigeon toe and break out! On to the next bitch, homie Your new chick, that's my ex-bitch, homie, in fact I'm still logged in her Netflix, homie Just make sure she cook you breakfast, homie Her bacon slimmin' but her eggs get runny, funny So many bombs, you'd think Flex get money, from me Cole world but my neck get sunny Now I don't fuck around with hoes from reality shows Or blow up dolls, cause I don't like havin' sex with dummies, love me No disrespect meant, honey, this just a compilation of my observations While trapped in this God-forsaken nation Shit, but since we makin' conversation I've been thinkin' me and you would make a bangin' combination I know that you mad, I know what I said But my dick be arguin' with my head, all you with the bed, well if so let's break out! [Hook]
Artist: J. Cole
Title: Revenge of the Dreamers