Just to Get by - J. Cole

That was the warmup, that was the warmup baby
Aight Elite for real one take dawg and I'm up outta here
One. Yup. Yeah

Lord please forgive me for my sinnin'
I ain't saying that I'm finished
But I'm praying in advance
Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants
Yeah ballgame, I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans
When a n_gga took the chance and came to the big city
My beat machine the only f_cking thing I had with me
Like Bobby had Whitney we was cooking up crack
But the fifteen credits had a n_gga off track
Picture that, best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes
The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his bachelor's
The master of this rap sh_t
You hear the words coming from my lips bastards
I never crack I got that ChapStick
I practiced till that sh_t made perfect
And served it to the people on a silver platter
Now where's the ladder?
Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; I chose the latter
Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though
'Fore you get tossed like a forward lateral
We never tattle, let God handle that
Or let the mob handle that
No Soprano, half black half white, I'm a piano
I'm an animal my video on Discovery Channel
I'm a beast when my sh_t hits the streets these n_ggas cease
To exist like a beach in a tsunami
You find me in the 'Ville, in the state of N.C
B_tch, if I ain't back home I'm up in N.Y.C
'Bout that money probly like a f_cking robbery
But I ain't jacking, I'm chasing dreams
Sort of like jeans boy I ain't slacking
I'm chasing dreams, sort of like jeans boy I ain't slacking
Hey take a hard look at my drive n_gga no hacking
On my sh_t I'm straight smacking n_ggas, straight tagging n_ggas
Yo I freestyle and f_ck you n_ggas ya'll be wilding and I'm out

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