J. Cole - t h e . c l i m b . b a c k lyrics

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J. Cole - t h e . c l i m b . b a c k lyrics

Are you doin' this work to facilitate growth or to become famous? Which is more important? Getting or letting go? You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything) You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything) Everything come back around full circle Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful? Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come back to life sh*t My ni**as pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red for my ni**a found dead too soon (b*tch, I'm back out-) Yeah To the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints And you'll see how I flipped, like exclamation points My ni**as shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guards Enough straps to fill four U-Hauls More death than World War II caused Around these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts Of black corpses in county morgues, Lord, those images hauntin' I ain't been sleep yet, it's ten in the mornin' I'm sendin' a warnin', a problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop Awards I'm startin' to see you ni**as don't want it I'm sick of this flauntin', from ni**as I know for sho' ain't got mo' dough than Cole Trash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe to toe We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole, to blast at ya Bass masters, look how they tote a pole Gotta know the ropes and the protocol Or they gon' for sho blow your clothes half off like a promo code Made a lil' tune called "Foldin Clothes," and a ni**a still ain't known to fold under pressure Well you know what Cole do, make a diamond, they just rhymin' Me, I'm quotin' gold One phone call get you canceled like a h*mophobe In this PC culture, address me as the G.O.A.T. Like they call Chief Keef Sosa, in my sectional like a fu*kin' three piece sofa I'm known as the chosen one Another dead body lay frozen, that's how it go sometimes When ni**as weighin' coke and not the pro's and cons Well I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher, so I go for mines Everything come back around full circle Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful (Yeah) Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come back to life sh*t My ni**as pick me up and we gon light the city up as if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red for my ni**a found dead too soon Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah) Survival at all costs, everyday ni**as get logged off Bodies get hauled off Passin' a funeral procession while holdin' my breath in the car I thought At times, it be feelin' the devil be winnin' but do that mean God lost? Just got off the phone with my ni**a, he back in the kennel, my dog lost I brought him 'round close to me before but he Became addicted to clout and all the hoes we'd meet I slowly peeped jealousy on his breath, whenever he spoke to me Like on the low, he feelin' like in my shoes is where he supposed to be I tried to ignore the signs, but there in the back of my mind, it felt Like lettin' a ni**a come sleep on your couch and he eatin' up all yo' groceries My ni**a repeated this quote to me, I felt its potency Said, "Most of these ni**as gon' hang themselves, just give 'em the rope and see" sh*t, I heeded that, and what got showed to me Was screamin' that, some ni**as you gotta leave 'em back Unfortunately we seen the trap ni**as be on that demon clock resultantly They fiend to clap as often as the Genius app misquotin' me, uh Meanwhile, I see that yo' diamonds is glistenin' I'm glad that you shinin' but need I remind you my ni**as is dimin' and nickelin'? Scrapin' up whatever coin they can find, the pettiest crime they committin' it Just to get by for a limited time, the steepest of mountains they tryna climb I'm here tryna find the derivative You ni**as don't feel me, you see the clout You don't see the real me If I was sick, you ni**as wouldn't heal me That's why I'm healin' myself, gettin' in tune with my God Slowly revealin' myself, buildin' my wealth A ni**a touch mine, I'ma kill 'em myself, trust me Everything come back around full circle Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come back to life sh*t My ni**as pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red for my ni**a found dead too soon Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah) b*tch, I'm back outside, ni**a I'm back outside I'm back outside b*tch, I'm back outside Everybody mentions suicide prevention Man, they even made a hotline To call up when there's tension But I got a question What about a fu*kin' homicide? Need a number for my ni**as to call Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved Need a number for my ni**as to call Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved