J-Alta - Message to Cole lyrics

(Verse 1: J-Alta) Damn, broke is a bad joke But still I laugh tho, fronting tryna have hope What up Cole, I'm just returning the message Although it's been 8 years, know it wasn't neglected How times changed. You were 22 on the come up sh**, now I'm 22 tryna come up Just graduated college, and I swear I almostfailed But Let me tell you how our stories almost parallel First and foremost, thank you, you had got me through hell Listening to can I live while my pops up in jail I was 16 thinking I'm the meanest on the scene You recording unabomber did the session on the stream You was answering questions, I was sitting there nervous Finally got the courage yo what's the odds of us working Though your answer was simple it went and made a machine You said that anything is possible when chasing your dream Now we here are. Damn. You prolly don't remember I stopped you up in Cary at the gym back in September At that Fayetteville concert I waited after the show Told me toss down My demo I thought that it was a go Not to mention I met Ced in Elizabeth city Got his email shot him songs said that he was f**in with me When you rapped up in charlotte. You had brought out TI Once again I gave a CD thinking that it's my time Or 011 in March, sh** you prolly forgot I was 17 tryna rap for you on the spot That's 5 CDs in 5 years, 100s of moms tears, 1000s of crowds ears, and dammit I'm still here One of my homies told me I gotta let it go But you all we got here, you like the Carolina Hov Listen , uh I know you feel similarities With that said I swear these rappers don't compare to me Against all odds, yo it's like it's 4th down Clock ticking and I'm losing dawg I gotta score now Life calling audibles, and I'm just tryna adjust Commentators out there doubting, all we got right now is us But, someone point me to a rapper thats nicer Have em looking like a phantom you would think he a Chrysler Listen, uh, I swear my minds gone insane I'm just looking for my lane, understanding the game I'm just tryna find some change like that bum on the corner I mean I need some extra time, guess in essence it's quarters I'm just looking at him like, damn where'd it go wrong Like we all know that person that said that they could've made it They be at barbershops, just telling they story But their dreams open shots, you wondering why they faded Homie I been going it, the liquor got me numb Giving failure bad s**, in hope that she never comes Uh, word up and my hunger just might k** If they sleeping on me f** em, I'm lacing their nyquil If they claiming king cool, for that crown I might steal But still…father gone, it gave me chills If you never experienced you don't know how it feels But to be a fresh prince all you need is uncle phil For real, I'm that youngin ya dig me Kept the new raps with me, slanging product this my New Jack City Yet I, ain't nino but they knew me as El Nino Little spanish kid born just to take the game by storm Uh, word up, and my women be bedfreaks I Fathered instrumentals, left and k**ed em they dead beats But this sh** ain't paying, so I'm sitting here praying Babygirl I apologize but ain't no way that I'm staying I'm tryna chase the impossible but they say it ain't logical Tryna chase whats improbable and they say it ain't plausible But I rather plan a funeral then hit another cubicle I'm tired, unemployed, I feel destroyed Got my mother on the line and she worried bout the boy Don't worry mama, like they taught me bad grammar I'ma f** up commas, but back to you Jermaine When you wrote this you was broke now that's a f**in hustle Now I'm the one tryna get my mom up out the struggle