January 28th (Live)

Rap tune

Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune

Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune

I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune

The real is back

The ville is back

Flow bananas here

Peel this back

And what you'll find is

Your highness

Can paint a picture

That is vivid enough to cure blindness

Carolina's finest

You knew that already

And turned to the greatest

I proved that already

And if you would like

I do it twice

I just sharpen my blade for a minute

Became lost in my ways

This for my niggas

That was tossin' the graves

Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts

And get lost in the days

We used to play

Before your coffing was made

Just got the call nigga got caught

With a stray

Hope he's okay

Just got paid

What cochran got paid to free oj

Just to share my life on the stage in

Front of strangers

Who know a nigga far too well

And that's the danger

Know me better than I know myself

I rip a page out my notebook in anger

And let these thoughts linger singing

Don't give 'em too much you

Don't let 'em take control

It's one thing you do

Don't let 'em taint your soul

If you believe in god

One thing's for sure

If you ain't aim too high

Then you aim too low

What's the price for a black man life

I check the toe tag

Not one zero in sight

I turn the tv on

Not one hero in sight

Unless he dribble or he fiddle with mics

Look out the window

Cause tonight the city lit up with lights

Cameras and action

May no man alive come through

And damage my faction

I brought you niggas with me cause

I love you like my brothers

And your mothers' like my mother

Think we need a plan of action

The bigger we get the more likely egos collide

It's just physics

Please let's put our egos aside

You my niggas

And should our worst tendencies

Turn us into enemies

I hope that we remember these

Nights fulla hennessey

When hov around we switch up to

That d'usse

Gotta show respect

One day we tryna stay where you stay

Cause we from where you from

Not talkin' bout the slums

I'm talkin' 'bout that mind state

That keep a black nigga dumb

Keep a black nigga dyin'

By a black nigga gun

And keep on listening

To the frontin' ass rap niggas son

Yeah I said son

This is new york's finest

For 11 winters straight

I took on new york's climate

Like show me new york's ladder

I climb it and set the bar so high

That you gotta get

Obama to force the air force to find it

Never mind it you'll never reach that

Cole is the hypnotist

Control the game whenever he snap

That's every track

Don't give 'em too much you

Don't let 'em take control

It's one thing you do

Don't let 'em taint your soul

If you believe in god

One thing's for sure

If you ain't aim too high

Then you aim too low

Then you aim too low

I ain't serve no pies

I ain't slang no dope

I don't bring no lies

Niggas sang my quotes

I don't play no games

Boy I ain't no joke

Like the great rakim

When I make my notes

You niggas might be l

Or you might be kane

Or you might be slick rick

With 19 chains

Or you might be drizzy drake

Or kendrick lamar

But check your birth date nigga

You ain't the god

Nah you ain't the god

Nigga cole the god

Cole the god

Cole the god

January 28th

I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune

I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune

I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune

I'm gonna make a million dollars off a rap tune