Just To Get By (Explicit) - J. Cole

Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole

Composed by：Jermaine Cole

Produced by：Kanye West

That was the warm-up that was the warm-up baby

A'ight Elite for real one take dog and I'm up outta here

One yup

Yeah

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 h*es wasn't in my plans

When a **** took a chance and came to the big city

My beat machine the only ******* thing I had with me

Like Bobby had Whitney we was cookin' up crack

But them fifteen credits had a **** 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 ****

You hear the words comin' from my lips bastards

I never crack I got that chapstick

I practiced till that **** made perfect

And served it to the people on a silver platter

Now where's the ladder?

'Cause either you gon' 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 **** hits the streets these **** cease to exist

Like a beach in a tsunami

You'll find me in the Ville in the state of NC

***** if I ain't back home

I'm up in NYC 'bout that money probably

Like a ******* 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 **** no hackin' on my ****

I'm straight smackin' **** straight taggin' ****

Yo I'm freestylin' **** y'all ****

Y'all be wildin' and I'm out