J. Cole - Heartache lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah yeah yeah Elite Elite Elite... Elite Ya know [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah Slim n***a, lyrically on my limbs Bigga then a n***a hittin' the gym Regular benchpressin' the bar, Ten steps up from ya'll, you could follow my lead, If you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin' at me But please hold your applause Ya'll holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the flo' Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho And she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo' I never pound with the flo, at times I wonder Aye when they listen to my sh** man can they hear my hunger? Or will these hatin' a** rappers try to steal my thunder Aye this is big sh** poppin', you gon' need a plunger To take me under, n***as in trouble You lookin' at Lebron James of the game I could do anything that you name I could blaze any rapper in the game that you bring Pour gasoline on the brain, got the flame for that So you hatin' n***as refrain from that A little bitter cause yo game is whack I'll let Elite breathe, yeah I'll let Elite breathe, yeah [Chorus] Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine Take what's mine Hey, hey [Verse 2] A dolla and a dream, that's all a n***a got So, if it's 'bout that C.R.E.A.M, then I'm all up in the spot I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but naw I ain't flashin' I never gave a f** about no high-end fashion And maybe I was too broke, maybe I'm just too dope To rap about that regular sh**, or bag a regular b**h These n***as talkin' like they on the next level and sh** But Cole's flow so cold, Bet the devil get sick How do you want it? So sick I make you mentally vomit These rappers askin' for beats and they ain't even fit to be on it I see 'em writin' about rappers, I should be sick to my stomach Because they talk 'bout the future but didn't mention me on it So now I'm back in the kitchen, cookin' I'm meant to be one of the greatest No n***as seein' me, this century us and you hate it Look how I played it, other n***as was jaded Under-appreciated, now Carolina is rated I let Elite breathe, yeah Hey, uh uh uh I let Elite breathe, yeah [Chorus] Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine Take what's mine Hey, hey