Before I'm Gone Lyrics - J. Cole

I hit the weed I told myself the last time would be my last 

I don't trust my own n-ggas now my mind racing fast 

got my foot up on the gas, got a hundred on the dash 

if the police run up on me I aint stopping for their ass 

boy you know my L's dirty if they stop me I'm goin to jail surely 

I'll be next to my brother in the cell no bail for me 

man let me out send me back to bitches that smell Purdy (pretty) 

and all I gotta do is call once and she'll be all ready 

yeah buddy cant you tell im goin thru hell 

I don't even open my mail 

I'm in the shower with soap on the towel 

I need cleansing 

bad bitches all on the prowl they need Benzes 

p-ssy n-ggas running they mouth but we aint flinching 

they names aint even mentioned 

I got dreams bigger then your whole team 

You n-ggas so broke but yet somehow you seem so green 

I guess its envy, started with a penny now i'm getting plenty money 

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One time for the city, yea 

two times for you 

hey 

and one time for the city, hey 

two times for you 

hey 

Look kid, its raining outside boy 

f-ck an umbrella, n-ggas banging outside boy 

they guns dumb bell a n-gga 

tired of telling n-ggas thats a cease rest in peace 

we tired of only having just a peace 

and f-ck policing, they killing n-ggas whats the reason 

his daughter starving and she f-cking freezing 

so no wonder why he f-cking squeezing 

they out here bussin' leavin' n-ggas stuck in bleedin' on the flo' 

bullets wet you like a semen on a hoe 

breathing slow man I inhale 

one day you tryna make rent, next day you in jail 

lord knows he meant well 

so I take the pencil and write like a pen pal 

Some shit that's darker than the tints up on the windshield 

welcome to sinville where n-ggas on base 

sh-t is looking like an infield 

high as a Sprint bill 

what you think, thats the reason why this ink in my pen kills 

phoney n-ggas until they are extinct, b-tch I've been real 

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One time for the city, yea 

two times for you 

hey 

and one time for the city, hey 

two times for you 

hey 

The more n-ggas sayin' 

Cole the wrong one bringin' the city shine 

All he ever doin' is paintin' pictures of crime 

Tellin' stories of pain, paintin' pictures of dope 

Bitch if you listen I'm paintin' pictures of hope 

That boy in class embarrassed because he broke 

Hopin' the day he won't be the butt of somebody's jokes 

See me; I lived it all from dirt-poorin' and trailer 

Worried about my mother and never trustin' my neighbors 

To middle-class with a backyard and my own room 

To bein' the only black kid in my homeroom 

academically gifted and followed my own rules 

Was runnin' the streets hey ma I'll be home soon 

Was out chasin' ho's, was out hoopin' 

Them n-ggas wasn't ballin' but yet they was foul shootin' 

So meet the newest role model who don't know how to fake this sh-t 

Never sold a rock and look I made it bitch 

One time for the city, yea 

two times for you 

hey 

and one time for the city, hey 

and two times for you 

hey 

Girl it's been so long, I've been gone from you 

But you ain't gotta worry 'bout the thangs I do 

It's hard but the thought of you would ease my pain 

Girl I promise they gon' know our name 

Ain't seen you smile in awhile 

But I been dreamin' 'bout you