The Cure Lyrics - J. Cole

This shit has arrived 

Cole World, the new Nat King 

If I ain't the illest nigga, I'm his new vaccine 

Really more like poison when his New Jack Swing 

And my bed is like a deck of cards - two black queens 

A nigga don't like me, he just a fucking hater 

What you made last week, I just tipped the fucking waiter 

What that feel like? Tell me what that feel like 

Nigga fuck your Twi-tter, bitches follow me in real life 

Welcome back, ladies and gentleman to a brand new season 

Dreamville, Cole World. 

So much has happened in our time apart 

I can't wait to share it with you all in due time 

Did you miss me, I know I missed you 

Can't believe these niggas ain't rap on this shit man 

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Look 

Heard niggas got beef, then they see me on the street, and don't speak 

Heard niggas dropping songs every week, but they weak 

Yeah I heard about your deal, hope they keep the receipt 

Heard niggas out there saying I would be Memphis Bleek 

Well, how you feel when that nigga got mills? 

And you sitting, commenting, discussing on how you feel 

Bout another nigga shit, or another nigga chips 

Meanwhile I'm on the strip, putt puttin' wit ya bitch 

Cut something in the 6 then dip to 160 

Bitch don't fuck with me, trust nigga I'm sick 

Can't tag me, fuck nigga I'm it 

Watch this 

Look 

With my heart on my sleeve I bleed pardon my greed 

I plead insanity, with a side of vanity 

How can it be 

I blew up singlehandedly, nobody handed me shit 

Granted though, I planned to be rich 

Understandably, funny how I talk so candidly 

On cameras but won't holla at family only randomly 

After a few drinks come our realest convos 

My handle on my thoughts used to be as ill as Rondo's 

Screaming fuck whitey, forgetting I'm still mulatto 

Ay reverend, will I get to heaven, he said "hell if I know," shit 

Stay scheming, day dreaming, chain gleaming 

Name should be Abe Lincoln 'cause I cannot tell a lie though 

All facts in fact, been all that 

Before Kenan and Kel swallowed the key to my cell 

Which means, I got an impossible lock to pick 

And if you want my spot, you gotta go through lots of shit 

Nigga, Cole the truth, you the opposite 

I be tryna figure out why I cannot commit 

With who I've known for years, is it hoes or fear 

Meanwhile she wonder if the one she chose is pure 

No cure for the cold, rather Cole the cure 

Them last lines was more honest than your whole career 

Nigga, you a phony, only got few homies 

I prefer lonely, you rap niggas don't know me 

Staying to myself, not concerned 'bout my health 

I'm a mothafucka and yo baby mother is a milf 

Couple years ago they had a nigga sitting on the shelf 

Now they tell me "man you like the realest shit I ever smelt" 

They say "boy you got the belt, plus you better than so-and-so" 

I keep it modest but inside I already know it though 

Yea, thanks my nigga, yea, thanks my nigga 

I deserve but nah this ain't Tank my nigga 

Leave the party like I just robbed a bank my nigga 

Bag full of money, fuck yo debate my nigga 

'Cause two years ago when I ain't make it, I was pissed 

But you care a little less about a list when you rich, nigga 

When you rich nigga 

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But that's not what we came here for. 

We didn't come here to brag; we didn't come here to boast, to stunt. 

We just came here to flex. 

Ladies and gentlemen, I appreciate your patience. 

I assure you, it'll be well worth the wait. 

But in the meantime, if I can get right back into it though. 

Check it 

How many Kanye beats do a nigga gotta murder 

To prove my mind's further, hater nigga converter 

Took kids to Carowinds which I'm sure you never heard of 

'Cause I didn't tell the news or the Fayetteville Observer 

I don't do it for the press, I'm blessed, I made it out 

Sitting on this plane, my biggest thing to complain about 

Somewhere between yesterday and now 

I done lost my jewelry, Rollies, chains, almost lost my cool 

But see, I just left kids who ain't got a fucking thing 

'Cept a lot of fucking problems and a lot of fucking pain 

And here I go bitching 'cause my Jesus piece missing 

Got a feeling housekeeping finally caught a nigga slipping 

Eyes wide open, they just found a pot of gold 

Now lil' Julio is somewhere shining on you hoes 

But that's how it goes, fuck it I'm still breathing 

Like my lil' nigga Jaheim, we here for a reason 

That's my lil' man Jaheim 

He said, "Cole, can you shout me out on a song?" 

I was like, "I don't know man," but in my mind I knew I would shout him out though, you know 

Fayettenam, 2-6. 

Dreamville. 

We from a different world. 

Cole World