Vendetta - Elijah Blake, J. Cole

Hey, I got a dollar and a dream

It’s all a nigga got so it’s about that green

And I’m all up in that spot, hey

Yeah, the mental state of a young black genius conflicted

The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive

Money and clothes I done dreamed about

And all the hoes that I fiend about

Ay, tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I never had?

Waving gats instead of flags, the American Dream

Why do we cling to the villains, knowing they kill 'em?

My niggas high enough to swing from the ceiling

Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook

Filled with dreams, this is my hope book

Still the screams from little girls shot and killed fill my head on the daily

At times I question God,

can you blame me?

They can’t tame me

My voice screech through the streets, I’m a beast on 'em

Oh no, he will not fold, you will not see a crease on him

He will not slip or lose his grip, they got them cleats on him

But never will he run unless you call police on him

One time, two times, three times

Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I’m throwin' up the peace sign

It’s two sides to a nigga though

I said it’s two sides to a nigga, yo

Ay look, sometimes I’m feeling high then I’m feeling low

Lord, will I die?

Will I survive?

Let a nigga know

You say you know me but what side did you get to know?

It’s two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo

Yeah, some pussy niggas pulled out on me and my mans

Wasn’t for the pistol, we drop 'em right where he stands

But still we never ran, foolish pride made us stand right there

Not understanding we could lose our life there

And then it hit us, thinking 'bout the close calls from long distance

Uh, as lil niggas in the 'Ville, we was trippin

Type of nosy ass niggas to watch the fight until it’s over

They ran when the gats came out, I moved closer

Foolish, what was I thinking?

Wasn’t trying to be cool, it’s

Just the thrill of the danger, get so filled up with anger

When a stranger get to violating

He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch I’ll annihilate him

I’m tired of waiting on my ticket out this muh’fucker

Hope they don’t kill me before I get up out this muh’fucker

I gotta go, now can I be that nigga I thought I was?

I gotta know

Will I make it like I thought I would?

I gotta blow

One time, two times, three times

Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I’m throwin' up the peace sign

It’s two sides to a nigga though

I said it’s two sides to a nigga, yo

Ay look, sometimes I’m feeling high then I’m feeling low

Lord, will I die?

Will I survive?

Let a nigga know

You say you know me but what side did you get to know?

It’s two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo

Yeah, I seen Heaven, seen Hell, the two faces of the Ville

One side dreams, the other side’s real

One side schemes, the other side deals

What the pain brings, another mother cry still

Why the fuck am I here, God?

That nigga died, why the fuck am I still alive?

I feel ashamed 'cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me

And all I seem to focus on is all this stress on me

Blessed homie, we breathin',

cold world got me sneezing

Wrote this when I was broke, so hey, I guess we even

Throwin' blows, fighting demons, tryna stop from bustin' semen

In an unfamiliar bitch, I know my niggas feel this shit

How could I fuck her raw?

And I just met the ho

My dick took over, it ain’t never felt this wet before

I’m stressing in my mind but its way to late to stop it

Make this shit so bad,

I had a condom in my pocket

Lets change the topic, before I go berserk,

I’m so alert

Riding down 95

, nah, I ain’t finna to go to work

I’m headed back home, ain’t staying that long

I’m chasing dreams shawty, I’m paying back loans

I’m paying dues that a nigga paying tax on

I’m tryna blow like a nigga playing saxophone

I’m playing daddy to another nigga daughter

Don’t worry, even Jesus never saw his real father

It don’t bother me at all though

Yeah, say it don’t bother me at all

They got me thinking 'bout my mom though

Man, I can’t wait to sing this song

I’ll be like, I’ll be like

Hey, don’t cry, hey, oh no

'Cause we ain’t gotta worry 'bout the money no more

We ain’t gotta worry 'bout how the bills get paid

We ain’t gotta worry how the meals get fed

Don’t cry, hey, oh no

'Cause we ain’t gotta worry 'bout the money no more

We ain’t gotta worry 'bout how them bill get paid

We ain’t gotta worry how the meals get fed

Hey, hey, hey