January 28th Lyrics - 2014 Forest Hills Drive - J. Cole

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 coffin 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 

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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 

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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 

January 28th