J Cole Rags To Riches At The Beep Lyrics
Rags To Riches (At The Beep) by J. Cole
[Intro]
Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system
DJ OnPoint
[Verse]
Damn, broke as a bad joke, but still I laugh though
Frontin' tryna have hope, it's sad though
I'm tired of being broke as shit
I'm seeing other niggas ball and I'm like 0 for 6
Aye man, I just graduated, good old college degree
Shit, my niggas drug dealing see more dollars than me
I know my calling, it's in my blood to do this music thing
Won't be that illest nigga that you never knew his name
I'm looking at these fake A&R's like, "You a lame
That boy a genius and you ain't even listen, man you insane"
But you'll see though, just what the hell a nigga 'bout to be though
So give me one year then play this back like TiVo
'Cause boy I'm finna blow, I'm a motherfuckin' torpedo
The music's in my blood so watch these niggas turn mosquito, uh
I play the villain and the hero, some grow man shit
Feel like a goddamn kid, man I'm Pac and Big (What up?)
"Up" is something that I can't give
Won't see me disappear like the old Ant Viv'
'Cause even on a slow jam, I'm so damn sick
Man I even spread a virus to a program-quick
I gotta focus on my flow and get some dough, man, shit
No dollars got me actin' like I got no damn sense
But peace to my broham's and to my ex-lady
Yeah we been complicatin' things with the sex lately
Maybe I'm being selfish, but nah, I can't help it
'Cause girl we go back like a throwback Celtic, Jersey
Regardless of where God lead us
Just know that I was Martin and you was my Gina, uh
But I'm through living in the past, Lord
No more thinking rewind, I'm more fast forward
Less rear-view mirror and more dashboard
I'm visualizin' cash and stamps on a passport
That CLS with a full tank of gas for it
Cop my mom a whip, nigga, and she ain't even ask for it
Wise enough to know that money can't buy you happiness or lovers
But it's gon' get my mama out the struggle
Wise enough to know that money can't buy you happiness or lovers
But it's gon' get my mama out the struggle
Said I'm wise enough to know that money can't buy you happiness or lovers
But it's gon' get my mama out the struggle, nigga
I'd like to welcome ya'll to
My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine... (Okay, in the sunshine)
Everybody loves the sunshine
This is the come up, nigga, uh, sunshine
Ayo real quick man
Everybody loves the sunshine
Y'all be a part of this experience man, The Come Up
While we gettin' outta here, I just wanna give a few shout outs man
(Sunshine) First and foremost man, my fam man, my mother my brother man
(Folks get down in the sunshine) God nigga, yes God nigga
For real my brothers from another mothers man, RJ man
(Sunshine) Mike Shaw, what it is man, Dreamville all day, we not
(Folks get down in the sunshine) We callin' that shit Fayettenam, nigga
But we also callin' that shit Dreamville
Nigga, you got a dream, you can get the fuck 'bout outta yo situation, nigga
Shout out to By Any Mean, my nigga Ebro man
Them two nice niggas, man
All the way, all terrain music all day
(There's trees and plants and flowers) It's a beautiful life man
From Rags to Riches, watch me man
(There's trees and plants and flowers) From Rags to Riches
[Outro: DJ OnPoint & J. Cole]
Shout out to the whole North Carolina (Yeah)
(There's trees and plants and flowers) (Uh, yeah)
You just experienced The Come Up
DJ OnPoint, J. Cole
Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system
DJ OnPoint
[Verse]
Damn, broke as a bad joke, but still I laugh though
Frontin' tryna have hope, it's sad though
I'm tired of being broke as shit
I'm seeing other niggas ball and I'm like 0 for 6
Aye man, I just graduated, good old college degree
Shit, my niggas drug dealing see more dollars than me
I know my calling, it's in my blood to do this music thing
Won't be that illest nigga that you never knew his name
I'm looking at these fake A&R's like, "You a lame
That boy a genius and you ain't even listen, man you insane"
But you'll see though, just what the hell a nigga 'bout to be though
So give me one year then play this back like TiVo
'Cause boy I'm finna blow, I'm a motherfuckin' torpedo
The music's in my blood so watch these niggas turn mosquito, uh
I play the villain and the hero, some grow man shit
Feel like a goddamn kid, man I'm Pac and Big (What up?)
"Up" is something that I can't give
Won't see me disappear like the old Ant Viv'
'Cause even on a slow jam, I'm so damn sick
Man I even spread a virus to a program-quick
I gotta focus on my flow and get some dough, man, shit
No dollars got me actin' like I got no damn sense
But peace to my broham's and to my ex-lady
Yeah we been complicatin' things with the sex lately
Maybe I'm being selfish, but nah, I can't help it
'Cause girl we go back like a throwback Celtic, Jersey
Regardless of where God lead us
Just know that I was Martin and you was my Gina, uh
But I'm through living in the past, Lord
No more thinking rewind, I'm more fast forward
Less rear-view mirror and more dashboard
I'm visualizin' cash and stamps on a passport
That CLS with a full tank of gas for it
Cop my mom a whip, nigga, and she ain't even ask for it
Wise enough to know that money can't buy you happiness or lovers
But it's gon' get my mama out the struggle
Wise enough to know that money can't buy you happiness or lovers
But it's gon' get my mama out the struggle
Said I'm wise enough to know that money can't buy you happiness or lovers
But it's gon' get my mama out the struggle, nigga
I'd like to welcome ya'll to
My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine... (Okay, in the sunshine)
Everybody loves the sunshine
This is the come up, nigga, uh, sunshine
Ayo real quick man
Everybody loves the sunshine
Y'all be a part of this experience man, The Come Up
While we gettin' outta here, I just wanna give a few shout outs man
(Sunshine) First and foremost man, my fam man, my mother my brother man
(Folks get down in the sunshine) God nigga, yes God nigga
For real my brothers from another mothers man, RJ man
(Sunshine) Mike Shaw, what it is man, Dreamville all day, we not
(Folks get down in the sunshine) We callin' that shit Fayettenam, nigga
But we also callin' that shit Dreamville
Nigga, you got a dream, you can get the fuck 'bout outta yo situation, nigga
Shout out to By Any Mean, my nigga Ebro man
Them two nice niggas, man
All the way, all terrain music all day
(There's trees and plants and flowers) It's a beautiful life man
From Rags to Riches, watch me man
(There's trees and plants and flowers) From Rags to Riches
[Outro: DJ OnPoint & J. Cole]
Shout out to the whole North Carolina (Yeah)
(There's trees and plants and flowers) (Uh, yeah)
You just experienced The Come Up
DJ OnPoint, J. Cole