J. Cole - Can I Live Lyrics
Yeah!***** my passion, never been a fan of flashingProbably cause I never could so if I had it, never would.Then I got my first little taste of paper, and I splurgedI guess it's just the nigga urge, this is the BoondocksI swear yo I'm like Huey mixed with RileyThursday I be trynna save the world, then on Friday I hit the clubHoping that my dick get rubbed by some fat assesNiggas get to scraping then you hear the gats blasting Damn!older niggas ain't got no problems with meMy momma told me to speak like you got a college degreeYou see I can, but I won'tPlus I'm saying what I won'tPlus this slang that I speak don't change that I'm deepThat's the throat, on a certified freak, while she choke?As we headed to the crib, yes I let her give me head so she won't remember where I liveMy game is tight, baby no need to bring pajamas, you ain't staying the nightNo disrespect, I just say it politeI drop her off before I sleep, I be praying for lifeLike Hov said it Can I Live?Aye dear Lord, Can I live? Hey!Now am I Living to get paid just slaves for a wage (all week)I can't do no 9 to 5 told my momma (sorry)I can't do no suit and tie, no I want the (glory)If you knew me know my life is like a movie starring mePardon me, if it seems that I'm following my dreamsI ain't reading off the script that they picked (for me)I ain't pissed, naw could'ntgive a shit (hardly)I be shitting on them niggas that was shitting on meWill I live or will I die before they get to know meIf I go I know the ones that's pouring liquor for meAnd I know the fake niggas really hating on meKnew that I was bout to blow so they was waiting on meBut Oh-No, LordSee I'm smarter then they know-oh-ohSo hold on, Lord, Cause I ain't quite ready to go-oh ohCan I liveSomebody told me that it's only one shot, so I'll be God damn, If I'm ever gonna stopPromise to my momma I'm a make it to the topSo I'm a keep climbing to my heartbeat dropLike the phone when she heard the newsHer sister on the other line talking to her shoesThe only son, what a thing to loseMore blacks singing more bluesMore niggas pouring more brewsPoor dude he was young like 21, strait up out that city that I'm fromA real smart Nigga, but his niggas they was dumbHe ain't even get a chance to runBefore it landed in his lungGod, breath nigga.His partner screaming Don't you *** leave nigga!Took off his shirt trynna stop the bleeding nigga, Don't you go!But his life fading slowDid I tell my mom I love her, do she know?Did I tell my baby sorry from befoWon't get to see my son growLord I ain't ready to goCan I live? Can I live? Dear Lord, Can I live?Can I live? Yea
