Carolina On My Mind lyrics

[Intro: J. Cole]
Yeah
This joint is called "Carolina On My Mind"
Uh (Carolina)
Shout out to Deacon on the hook
Yeah (Fayettenam)
Shout out to By Any Means
Yeah, listen (Let's go)

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Alive and still kickin', n*gga, I survived the 'Ville
But a lotta will not, so they wield Glocks and Bonnevilles
n*ggas lyin', still get high, they ride and kill
Money hungry, tryna find a meal, can't stay inside and chill
Lil' n*ggas thinkin', "f*ck school, I'm finna sign a deal"
Huntin' hoes, trappin' n*ggas, lyin' like they on the pill
Preacher say we blessed, but all we feel is stressed, tryna deal
If this liquor don't help, n*gga, this marijuana will
Roll up and take a shot for them n*ggas behind the steel gates
My mind is still racin', I'm tryna kill snakes
'Cause n*ggas is fake, but wait, time reveals, so
Never mind, that real sh*t is what I'm tryna build
It's kinda ill how I'm givin' y'all that Carolina feel
A n*gga so deep, you tryna find me, dog, you gotta drill
It's kinda ill how I'm givin' y'all that Carolina feel
A n*gga so deep, you tryna find me, dog, you gotta drill, yeah
Yo, comin' home, y'all (DJ OnPoint)
[Chorus: J. Cole]
Any given time (Uh), got the city on my mind (Yeah)
The city on my mind (Yeah), the city on my mind (Yeah)
I'm ridin' 'round, feelin' like the city, it is mine (Yeah)
The city, it is mine (Yeah), the city, it is mine (Hey)
At any given time, Carolina on my mind (Yeah)
Carolina on my mind, Carolina on my mind
He said, "I feel your pain, n*gga, but I'm tryna go for mine" (Uh)
I'm tryna go for mine, I'm tryna go for mine

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Hey, ayy, f*ck them hoes, let them bunnies be
Perfect vision, I'm 20/20 for this money, G
See, it's funny, you get that paper, then them honeys show
'Cause they know we finna blow like a runny nose
Money goes, money come
Barely twenty-one, I'm thinkin' big things
Mama in the mansion with the fish tanks
The Carolina way
If you in college, then you know the crime won't pay
Long as you find a way, f*ck what them n*ggas is tryna say
'Cause in Carolina, we thorough
My n*ggas hold it down all the way from Fayettenam to the G-Boro
And up in Winston, and Raleigh, did I mention?
The Bull City got them old fake n*ggas flinchin'
Tar Heel State, you either shootin' or you hoopin', yo
n*ggas can't wait for the Panthers to win the Super Bowl
So shout out to them super cold n*ggas up in Charlotte
No matter the city, man, Carolina shine, regardless
Yeah (Yo)
Comin' home, n*gga
[Refrain: Deacon]
Ridin' big in an old-school Chevy
With the windows down when I'm rollin' through my city like oh
On my way to meet up with a freak and
My n*gga drunk beatin', she can hear me down the street, she like, "Oh"
Blew game and I do my thing
Ain't tryna settle down, I ain't shoppin' for no ring, oh no (Yeah, shout out to J. Cole)
Ridin' with my n*ggas for the weekend
With the Carolina sounds pumpin' out the speakers like oh (Told you my n*gga got some sh*t)

[Outro]
We people who are darker than blue (Shout to Amador, Junior, 14th Street)
Are we gonna stand around this town and let what others say come true? (Can't forget my n*gga G, Scheme, Downtown Brooklyn, Flatbush, and DeKalb)
We're just good for nothing, they all figure, a boyish, grown-up, shiftless jigger
Now we can't hardly stand for that, or is that really where it's at?
We people who are darker than blue
This ain't no time for segregatin', I'm talkin' 'bout brown and yellow too
High yellow gal, can't you tell you're just the surface of our dark, deep well?
If your mind could really see, you'd know your color the same as me
Pardon me, brother, as you stand in your glory
I know you won't mind if I tell the whole story