J. COLE - January 28th Lyrics

Look the real is back, the vial is back
Flow bananas here, peel is back and what you find is
Your Hines that can pay a picture that viding enough to kill blindness
Here liniest, finest
You knew that already, that turns to the greatest
I’d prove that already
And if you alive, I’ll do it twice
I just shop in my blade, for a minute become lost in my ways
That’s for my niggas how was toasting in way
Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts and nigga losting the days
We use to play before your coffee was make
Just got the call nigga, got caught ‘em straight
Ooh please ok, just got pay, get caught but got pay
Free OG, just to share my life on the stage
And for the strangers how know a nigga it’s far from there
And that’s the danger, no one know me better then I know myself
I wrap a page out my notebook and anger and let these thoughts linger
Singing

Don’t give ‘em too much
Don’t let ‘em take control
Just one thing you do
Don’t let ‘em take your soul
If you believe in God, one thing’s for sure
If you ain’t too high
If you ain’t too luck
Then you ain’t too low

What’s the price for a black man life?
I’ll take the all tag, not 10 inside
I turn the TV on, not one hero inside
Unless he driller and he faded with mics
Look out the window cuz tonight the city leads up with lights, camera and action
Know man alive come throw and damage my affection
I brought you niggas with me cuz I love you like my brother
And your mother is like my mother, think we need a plan to action
The bigger we get, the more like we equals collide
It’s just physics, pleases with our egos aside
You my niggas and should I work (?)
Turn us in enemies, I hope that we remember these
Nights full of hennas
When we hold around, we switch up to that duce
Gotta show respect when they will tryna stay where you stay
Cuz we from where you from
I’m talk about the slam, now talking ‘bout that mind
Stay and keep that black nigga dumb
Keep it black nigga damn five black nigga gun
And keep ‘em listen to this fronting as rap nigga sons
Yeah son this is New York finest
For living in the street
I took ‘em to the New York climbing
Like show me New York slammer
I climb it an set the box so high
But you gotta get Obama, to force to hit, force to find it
Never minded, you never restep
Cold id the (?) control the game, whenever he snap, that’s ever we trap

Don’t give ‘em too much
Don’t let ‘em take control
Just one thing you do
Don’t let ‘em take your soul
If you believe in God, one thing’s for sure
If you ain’t too high
If you ain’t too luck
Then you ain’t too low

I ain’t serve no past
I ain’t slame no dope
I won’t bring no lies
Nigga sell my cross
I ain’t play no games
Boy I ain’t no joke, like the great (?) when I make my notes
You nigga might be there or you might became
Or you might be slick with ninety chains
Or you might be Jezee Jaze or Kidler Lamar
But check the birthday nigga
You ain’t the God
Nah you ain’t the God
January 28th

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