J. Cole - h u n g e r . o n . h i l l s i d e lyrics

(feat. James Fauntleroy) [J. Cole:] Alright now, alright now God has a plan for you And all you've got to do is believe, believe, believe Yeah sh*t gon' get hard, keep your head strong If I quit now, then I'm dead wrong Fightin' off this hunger for hours Big stepper, ni**a, don't get stepped on The money might fade, but respect don't Still gon' be me when success gone I don't speak the language of cowards I walk through the flame like I'm Teflon I su*ked up the pain and I kept goin' Whole world know my name, b*tch, my rep strong We sold out in less than a hour These words I still sang like I'm slept on I sin, so I can't cast the next stone Unless it's baguettes 'round my neck bone Inside of my frame lies a power You can't get this game from no TED Talk I wanna know if they understand me I put it all on A, ain't no plan B Hopin' all this weight ain't gon' drown me fu*ked around, got grey hairs already Runnin' up the stairs on a tower Runnin' up these Ms by the hour If I drop a gem, money showers When you get your taste, they get sour [J. Cole (James Fauntleroy):] sh*t gon' get hard, keep your head strong (Just keep your head strong) The money might fade, but respect don't (The ultimate price is regret now) Still gon' be me when success gone (Still gon' be me, ahh-ahh-ahh) Big stepper, ni**a, don't get stepped on [J. Cole:] Waitin' my turn like grains of sand inside a hourglass Mainly concerned back in the day with how long I would last Make a few thousand dollars stack with every hour passed I catch you playin' inside my lane and I'ma foul your ass Put the whole game on top my back, don't need no chiropract' They callin' me young PWC, I got my power back Ain't fu*kin' around, beefin' with me gon' get you hollered at ni**as can't see me one-on-one, that's word to Kyla Pratt You hittin' them weights, congratulations 'cause you built somethin' You takin' a lot of boxin' lessons, but you still pussy I see right through you ni**as just like 2Pac hologram Ain't doin' Coachella, bookin' me gon' be a lot of Ms I'm feeling myself, I'm building my wealth up 'til it's towerin' I put my tongue all in my b*tch, she get to hollerin' I ain't doin' no dirt no more, I stopped creepin' six years ago Fun fu*kin' them hoes until you realize that you is the ho sh*t gon' get hard, keep your head strong If I quit now then I'm dead wrong Fightin' off this hunger for hours Big stepper, ni**a, don't get stepped on The money might fade, but respect don't Still gon' be me when success gone I don't speak the language of cowards I walk through the flame like I'm Teflon [James Fauntleroy:] Can't be afraid of sunlight Spotlights when it close All the pain you hold Makes you worth your weight in gold Can't be afraid of sunlight Spotlights when it close All the pain you hold Makes you worth your weight in gold God has a plan for you And all you've got to do is believe, believe, be—