J Cole - 1985 (Intro To "The Fall Off") Lyrics
1985, I arrived33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survivedWe wasn't s'posed to get past 25Jokes on you mother*****er, we aliveAll these niggas popping now is youngEverybody say the music that they make is dumbI remember I was 18Money, *****, parties, I was on the same thingYou gotta give a boy a chance to grow someEverybody talkin' like they know somethin' these daysNiggas actin' woke, but they broke, ummI respect the struggle but you all frontin' these daysMan, they barely old enough to driveTo tell them what they should do, who the ***** am I?I heard one of em' diss me, I'm suprisedI ain't trippin', listen good to my replyCome here lil' man, let me talk with yaSee if I can paint for you the large pictureCongrats 'cause you made it out your mama's houseI hope you make enough to buy your mom a houseI see your watch icy and your whip foreignI got some good advice, never quit tourin''Cause that's the way we eat here in this rap gameI'm *****in' with your funky lil' rap nameI hear your music and I know that rap's changedA bunch of folks would say that that's a bad thing'Cause everything's commercial and it's pop nowTrap drums is the shit that's hot nowSee, I've been on a quest for the next waveBut never mind, that was just a segueI must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, heyBut I love to see a Black man get paidAnd plus, you havin' fun and I respect thatBut have you ever thought about your impact?These white kids love that you don't give a *****'Cause that's exactly what's expected when your skin blackThey wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a pillThey wanna see you tatted from your face to your heelsAnd somewhere deep down, ***** it, I gotta keep it realThey wanna be black and think your song is how it feelsSo when you turn up, you see them turnin' up tooYou hit the next city, collect your money when it's dueYou gettin' that paper, swimmin' in *****es, I don't blame youYou ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' like me and youTrue, you got better shit to doYou coulda bought a crib with all that bread that you done blewI know you think this type of revenue is never endin'But I wanna take a minute just to tell you that ain't trueOne day, them kids that's listening gon' grow upAnd get too old for that shit that made you blow upNow your show's lookin' light cause they don't show upWhich unfortunately means the money slow upNow you scramblin' and hopin' to get hot againBut you forgot you only popped 'cause you was ridin' trendsNow you old news and you goin' through regrets'Cause you never bought that house, but you got a BenzAnd a bunch of jewels and a bunch of shoesAnd a bunch of fake friends, I ain't judgin' youI'm just tellin' you what's probably gon' happen when you rappin''Bout the type of shit you rappin' 'boutIt's a faster route to the bottomI wish you good luckI'm hoping for your sake that you ain't dumb as you lookBut if it's really true what people sayin'And you call yourself playin' with my nameThen I really know you *****ed, trustI'll be around forever 'cause my skills is tip-topTo any amateur niggas that wanna get rockedJust remember what I told you when your shit flopIn five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga
