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1985 (Intro To The Fall Off) Lyrics By J Cole

    985 i arrived
    years damn i’m grateful i survived
    we wasn’t s’posed to get past 5
    joke’s on you motherfucker we alive
    all these niggas popping now is young
    everybody say the music that they make is dumb
    i remember i was 8
    money pussy parties i was on the same thing
    you gotta give a boy a chance to grow some
    everybody talkin’ like they know somethin’ these days
    niggas actin’ woke but they broke umm
    i respect the struggle but you all frontin’ these days
    man they barely old enough to drive
    to tell them what they should do who the fuck am i
    i heard one of ’em diss me i’m surprised
    i ain’t trippin’ listen good to my reply
    come here lil’ man let me talk with ya
    see if i can paint for you the large picture
    congrats ’cause you made it out your mama’s house
    i hope you make enough to buy your mom a house
    i see your watch icy and your whip foreign
    i got some good advice never quit tourin’
    ’cause that’s the way we eat here in this rap game
    i’m fuckin’ with your funky lil’ rap name
    i hear your music and i know that rap’s changed
    a bunch of folks would say that that’s a bad thing
    ’cause everything’s commercial and it’s pop now
    trap drums is the shit that’s hot now
    see i’ve been on a quest for the next wave
    but never mind that was just a segue
    i must say by your songs i’m unimpressed hey
    but i love to see a black man get paid
    and plus you havin’ fun and i respect that
    but have you ever thought about your impact
    these white kids love that you don’t give a fuck
    ’cause that’s exactly what’s expected when your skin black
    they wanna see you dab they wanna see you pop a pill
    they wanna see you tatted from your face to your heels
    and somewhere deep down fuck it i gotta keep it real
    they wanna be black and think your song is how it feels
    so when you turn up you see them turnin’ up too
    you hit the next city collect your money when it’s due
    you gettin’ that paper swimmin’ in bitches i don’t blame you
    you ain’t thinkin’ ’bout the people that’s lookin’ like me and you
    true you got better shit to do
    you coulda bought a crib with all that bread that you done blew
    i know you think this type of revenue is never endin’
    but i wanna take a minute just to tell you that ain’t true
    one day them kids that’s listening gon’ grow up
    and get too old for that shit that made you blow up
    now your show’s lookin’ light cause they don’t show up
    which unfortunately means the money slow up
    now you scramblin’ and hopin’ to get hot again
    but you forgot you only popped ’cause you was ridin’ trends
    now you old news and you goin’ through regrets
    ’cause you never bought that house but you got a benz
    and a bunch of jewels and a bunch of shoes
    and a bunch of fake friends i ain’t judgin’ you
    i’m just tellin’ you what’s probably gon’ happen when you rappin’
    ’bout the type of shit you rappin’ ’bout
    it’s a faster route to the bottom
    i wish you good luck
    i’m hoping for your sake that you ain’t dumb as you look
    but if it’s really true what people sayin’
    and you call yourself playin’ with my name
    then i really know you fucked trust
    i’ll be around forever ’cause my skills is tiptop
    to any amateur niggas that wanna get rocked
    just remember what i told you when your shit flop
    in five years you gon’ be on love hiphop nigga

    Artist: J Cole

    Year: 2018

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 341