Just to Get By lyrics
by J. Cole
[Intro]
That was the warm-up, that was the warm-up, baby
Aight, Elite, for real, one take, dog, and I'm up outta here
One
Yup
Yeah
[Verse]
Lord, please forgive me for my sinnin'
I ain't sayin' that I'm finished, but I'm prayin' in advance
'Cause the way her eyes glance like they playin' in my pants
Yeah, ball game, I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans
When a n*gga took a chance and came to the big city
My beat machine the only f*ckin' thing I had with me
Like Bobby had Whitney, we was cookin' up crack
But them 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
But mastered this rap sh*t
You hear the words comin' from my lips, bast*rds, I never crack, I got that chapstick
I practiced 'til 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 p*ssed, 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'll find me in the 'Ville in the state of NC
b*tch, if I ain't back home, I'm up in NYC, 'bout that money probably
Like a f*ckin' robbery, but I ain't jackin'
I'm chasin' dreams, sort of like jeans, boy, I ain't slackin'
I'm chasin' dreams, sort of like jeans, boy, I ain't slackin'
Hey, take a hard look at my drive, n*gga, no hackin' on my sh*t
I'm straight smackin' n*ggas, straight taggin' n*ggas
Yo, I'm freestylin', f*ck y'all n*ggas, y'all be wildin', and I'm out