Woorden: J. Cole. Just To Get By.

That was the warm (that was the warm up baby)
Aiight, Elite for real one tape dawg and I'm up out of here
One, yup, yea

Lord please forgive me for my sinning,
I ain't saying that I'm finished but I'm praying in advance
Cause the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants
Yea ball game-I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans
When a nigga took a chance and came to the big city
My beat machine the only fucking thing I had with me
Like, Bobby had Whitney we were cooking up crack!
But them 15 credits had a nigga off track
Picture that! Best rapper since lil Wayne in classes
The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his Bachelors
Remasterd this rap shit you hear the words coming from my lips, bastards
I never crack, I got that chapstick
I practiced til that shit made perfect and served it to the people on a silver platter
Now wheres the ladder?
Cause either you gonna whine or climb, I choosed the ladder
Know you haters is pissed, hold your bladder though
Before you get tossed like a forward lateral
We never tattle, let God handle that
Or let the mob handle that, no soprano
Half black, half white I'm a piano
I'm an animal my video on discovery channel
I'm a beast when my shit hits the streets
These niggas seize to exist like a beach in a tsunami you'll find me in The Ville
In the state of NC bitch if I ain't back home I'm up in N-Y-C
Bout that money probably
Like a fucking robbery but I ain't Jacking
I'm chasing dreams sort of like jeans boy I ain't slacking,
I'm chasing dreams sort of like Jeans boy I ain't slacking
Ay take a hard look at my drive nigga no hacking on my shit
I'm strait smacking niggas strait tagging niggas
Yo I'm freestylin fuck ya'll niggas ya'll be wilding and I'm OUT!