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J. Cole - A Tale of 2 Citiez

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Album: 2014 Forest Hills Drive
Released: 2014

A Tale of 2 Citiez Lyrics

Since a youngin' always dreamed of gettin' rich
Look at me my nigga
Fantasize about a white picket fence
With some trees my nigga
Used to want a pathfinder with some tints
Thats all I need my nigga
Throw some 20's on that bitch and get it wrenched
But now I see my nigga
That the worlds a lot bigger ever since
Picked up the paper and they say my nigga Eddie caught a body, I'm convinced
Anybody is a killer, all you gotta do is push 'em to the limps
Fuck being timid in the Civic
Politicin' with the pushers and the pimps
I'm tryna write a story, can I get a glimpse?
Yeah can I get a glimpse?

Last night I had a bad dream
That I was trapped in this city
Then I asked is that really such a bad thing?
They robbin' niggas on the daily
Keep on blamin' nigga that ain't never had things
Guess not, last night they pulled up on my nigga at the light like
Uh, nice watch, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it

Small town nigga Hollywood dreams
I know that everything that glitters ain't gold
I know the shits not always good as it seems
But tell me till you get it how could you know
How could you know? How could you know?
Listen up I'm about to go and get rich
Fuck with me my nigga
We gonna slug around the Ville and hit a lick
Cop some tree my nigga
And some powder, bag it up and make it flip
You gon' see my nigga
One day we gon' graduate and cop a brick
And that's the key my nigga
And listen up I'm bout to go and get rich
Stand back and watch if you want to nigga
Me I want my pockets fat about a bitch
Tired of seein' niggas flaunt, I wanna flaunt too nigga
Watch some rollers in the fuckin' Crown Vic
Tryna lock a nigga up, that's what they won't do nigga
Wanna know a funny thing about this shit?
Even if you let em' kill your dream it'll haunt you nigga

Last night I had a bad dream
That I was trapped in this city
Then I asked is that really such a bad thing?I
I look around like do you want to be another nigga
That ain't never had things
Guess not, last night we pulled up on my nigga at the light like
Uh, nice watch, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it

Father forgive me for me, childish ways
I look outside and all the clouds are gray
I need your hands to take me, miles away
Your wish is my command, my command, my command, but
Before you go I've got to, want you now
Whatever goes up surely, must come down
And you get your piece but no peace, won't be found
So why just take me man, take me man, take me man
Your wish is my command, my command, my command

Writer/s: HERNANDEZ, ANDERSON / COLE, JERMAINE
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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The beat for this track was supplied by New York native Vinylz, who also produced "Fire Squad" on Cole's Forest Hills Drive album, as well as Nicki Minaj's "All Things Go" from The Pinkprint. The song came together when Cole took a trip to the east coast. "He called and said, 'I really want you to sit with me and work on this album for the whole week – and he didn't really sit with many producers, it was just two or three," Vinylz recalled to MTV News. "So I played him a bunch of beats, he picked about 15 of them and that's the one that stuck out."

J. Cole - January 28th

J. Cole - January 28th Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: 2014 Forest Hills Drive
Released: 2014

January 28th Lyrics

The real is back, the ville is back
Flow bananas here, peel this back
And what you'll find is, your highness
Can paint a picture that is vivid enough to cure blindness
Carolina's finest
You knew that already
And turned to the greatest, I proved that already
And if you would like, I do it twice
I just sharpen my blade for a minute but came lost in my ways
This for my niggas that was tossin' the graves
Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts and get lost in the days
We used to play before your coffin was made
Just got the call nigga got caught with a straight
Hope he's okay
Just got paid what Cochran got paid to free OJ
Just to share my life on the stage in front of strangers
Who know a nigga fall to well, and that's the danger
Know me better than I know myself
I rip a page out my notebook in anger
And let these thoughts linger singing

Don't give 'em too much you
Don't let 'em take control
This one thing you do
Don't let 'em taint your soul
If you believe in God
One things for sure
If you ain't aim too high
Then you aim too low

What's the price for a black man life?
I check the toe tag, not one zero in sight
I turn the TV on, not one hero in sight
Unless he dribble or he fiddle with mics
Look out the window cause tonight the city lit up with lights, cameras and action
May no man alive come through and damage my faction
I brought you nigga with me cause I love you like my brothers
And your mothers' like my mother
Think we need a plan of action
The bigger we get the more likely egos collide
It's just physics, please let's put our egos aside
You my niggas, and should our worst tenancies turn us into enemies
I hope that we remember these
Nights fulla Hennessey
When Hov aroun we switch up to that D'usse
Gotta show respect, one day we tryna stay where you stay
Cause we from where you from
I'm not talkin' bout the slums
I'm talkin' 'bout that mind state that keep a black nigga dumb
Keep a black nigga dyin' by a black nigga gun
And keep on listening to the frontin' ass rap niggas son
Yeah I said son
This is New York's finest
For 11 winters straight I took on New York's climate
Like show me New York's ladder
I climb it and set the bar so high that you gotta get Obama
to force the air force to find it
Never mind it, you'll never reach that
Cole is the hypnotist, control the game whenever he snap
That's every track

Don't give 'em too much you
Don't let 'em take control
This one thing you do
Don't let 'em taint your soul
If you believe in God
One things for sure
If you ain't aim too high
Then you aim too low

I ain't serve no pies, I ain't slang no dope
I ain't bring no lies, niggas sang my quotes
I don't play no games, boy I ain't no joke
Like the great Rakim, when I make my notes
You niggas might be L or you might be Kane
Or you might be Slick Rick with 19 chains
Or you might be Drizzy Drake or Kendrick Lamar
But check your birth date nigga, you ain't the God
Nah you ain't the God
Nigga Cole the God
January 28th

Writer/s: ARAI, YUMI / MURAI, KUNIHIKO / THOMAS, TIMOTHY / COLE, JERMAINE / THOMAS, ANDRE
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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Jermaine 'J' Cole was born on January 28, 1985 in Fayetteville, North Carolina. As well as titling this track after his birthday, Cole also named the album after his childhood home.

Cole is signed to Jay Z's Roc Nation and the North Carolina rapper considers his label boss to be his mentor. Hova previously released "December 4," named after his own birthday, on The Black Album. Interestingly both cuts are the second track on their respective records.

Cole reminisces on the laid-back cut about some late friends as well as addressing his success and music industry politics. He ends the track by comparing himself to "the great Rakim" who was also born on January 28th - 17 years before the North Carolina rapper. He explains that the only rap gods were born on the titular date.

J. Cole - Apparently

J. Cole - Apparently Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: 2014 Forest Hills Drive
Released: 2014

Apparently Lyrics

Oh right, oh
Oh why na-da-da-da
I keep my head high
I got my wings to carry me
I don't know freedom
I want my dreams to rescue me
I keep my faith strong
I ask the Lord to follow me
I've been unfaithful
I don't know why you call on me

This is my canvas
I'ma paint it how I want it baby, oh I
This is my canvas
I'ma paint it, paint it, paint it, how I want it nigga
Fuck you cause there
There is no right or wrong
Only a song
I like to write alone
Be in my zone
Think back to Forest Hills, no perfect home
But the only thing like home I've ever known
Until they snatched it from my mama
And foreclosed her on the loan
I'm so sorry that I left you there to deal with that alone
I was up in New York City chasin' panties gettin' dome
Had no clue what you was goin' through
How could you be so strong?
And how could I be so selfish, I know I can be so selfish
I could tell by how I treat you with my girl
Damn she so selfless, but she put up with my way
Because she loves me like you do
And though it do not always show I love her just like I love you
And I need to treat you better
Wish you could live forever, so we could spend more time together

I keep my head high
I got my wings to carry me
I don't know freedom
I want my dreams to rescue me
I keep my faith strong
I ask the Lord to follow me
I've been unfaithful
I don't know why you call on me

Apparently, you believe in me, you believe in me
Apparently, you believe in me and I thank you for it

Another day another rhyme ho
Another day another time zone
Today I woke up feelin' horny so it's only right
I got two bitches playin' on my trumbone
Keep up, never sure where the words would take me
Niggas eat em up, and regurgitate me
Shit trump tight never slurred or lazy
Give em' words and the urge to raise me
Nigga please
Best friends really make great for enemies
My watch came niggas can't wait for one of these
I see you nigga, this ain't no Rolex, it's a AP nigga
I'm hot dog, catch up to me nigga
Uh, couldn't resist
Aim for the stars and I shit in the mist
But I was ridin' on fumes so I stopped by the moon
Now I'm sittin' on the hood of this bitch
Like thanks for the view
Waitin' on thanks from a few cause without me you wouldn't exist
You know that shit gave you the blueprint don't forget
Cole is your phone on zero percent
Going off, now niggas showin' off
Niggas swear they hard but they flowin' soft
I'm taking off like boing on a big ass Boeing
Gettin' head like a coin toss
Too easy

I keep my head high
I got my wings to carry me
I don't know freedom
I want my dreams to rescue me
I keep my faith strong
I ask the lord to follow me
I've been unfaithful
I don't know why you call on me

Apparently, you believe in me, you believe in me
Apparently, you believe in me and I thank you for it

Writer/s: TRECCA, FILIPPO / COLE, JERMAINE LAMARR
Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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This song finds Cole reflecting on some of the mistakes he's made during his life that have ruined some of his most valuable relationships. The rapper acknowledges that he hasn't been the best servant, but he remains faithful to God and knows that his mom has 'apparently' always been rooting for him.

A guilty Cole apologizes in the first verse to his mom, Kay Cole, for leaving her to deal with foreclosure at his childhood home, 2014 Forest Hills Drive, in North Carolina, while he was away chasing girls and partying at New York's St. John's University. Eventually, in June 2014 Cole purchased the house back and renovated it to look exactly how it did when he lived there.

This was released as the first single from Cole's 2014 Forest Hills Drive LP. Despite being released late in the year on December 9th, it was the best-selling rap album of 2014 in the US.