Villematic - J. Cole
Hey, to the college kids no scholarships Starting your semester Unpacking your suitcases filling up your dresser Enjoy it while you got it, after that it's God bless ya Life is your professor, you know that bitch is gon' test ya I got some shit I'd like to get off my chest I spill out my soul, I spit out my stress And can I spit out my stress? It's the feeling in the air you bout to drop a real classic He said Cole, "A lil' birdy told me on the low you got an Illmatic" Nobody touching Nas nigga, it's more like Villematic These fayettnam tales be paying off well What story is my audio theatre gon tell I know my debut will ship, but is it gon sell? I guess it's in God's hands I make the type of pieces that make Jesus say goddamn That's for your non-believers I'm the truth only time will teach ya And fuck the haters probably never love they momma's neither Old bitter-ass sit around in middle class homes With computers on hating on the newest song While you was browsing I was taking out them student loans Trying to do this shit better than the niggas we grew up on Name a fucking song I ain't threw up on Talk is cheap, it's like y'all grew up in a Jewish home Pardon the stereotype But ya'll giving me mixed feeling's like you married a white woman One minute I'm over-rated, next minute I'm the savior You hate it before you played it, I already forgave ya For bullshittin' and the nigga Cole spittin' it real Wrote this line on a plane got flown straight from the Ville To Miami, where the same time last year I was broker than you, I just wanna make that clear 'Cause now I'm dealing with money I've never seen before And R&B bitches want me that was just dreams before Now do I give in to the temptation I'm facin' The thought of losing a good woman keep me from chasin' But I'm just a man, at times the timing is wrong Plus my dick is like a man with a mind of its own But I'm trying to be strong, remind myself she ain't about shit These hoes the same, all that change is the outfit Looking for cheese on some mouse shit Suck a nigga, fuck a nigga, than go run they mouth quick Rappers took a vacation I came over the house sit You want change, this that "Between the seats in your couch" shit The fuck you thought, I lost it All that flame on my name would get exhausted Au contraire my nigga they all ears Sit back, enjoy the ride it's finna be a long year, yeah It's finna be a long year, yeah I know you feel that, the tingle in your spine Don't conceal that, don't conceal that This exactly what you thought Somebody bought the real back
Artist: J. Cole
Title: Villematic