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• Artiste: J. Cole
• Titre: Can I Live
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Pussy my passion, never been a fan of flashing Probably cuz' I never could so if I had it, never would Then I got my first little taste of paper, and I splurged I guess its just the nigga urge, this is the Boondocks I swear yo I'm like Huey mixed with Riley Thursday I be trynna save the world, then on Friday I hit the club Hoping that my dick get rubbed by some fat asses Niggas get to scraping then you hear the gats blasting Damn, older niggas aint got no problems with me My momma told me to speak like you got a college degree You see I can, but I won't Plus I'm saying what I won't Plus this slang that I speak dont change that Im deep As the throat, on a certified freak, will she choke? As we headed to the crib, yes I let her give me head so she wont remember where I live My game is tight, baby no need to bring pajamas, you aint staying the night No disrespect, I just say it polite I drop her off before I sleep, I be praying for life Like Hov said it “Can I Live?” Aye dear Lord, “Can I live?” Now am I Living to get paid just slaves for a wage all week I cant do no 9 to 5 told my momma “sorry” I cant do no suit and tie, no I want the glory If you knew me know my life is like a movie starring me Pardon me, if it seems that Im following my dreams I aint reading off the script that they picked for me I aint pissed, naw couldn't give a shit hardly I be shitting on them niggas that was shitting on me Will I live or will I die before they get to know me If I go I know the ones that's pouring liquor for me And I know the fake niggas really hating on me Knew that I was 'bout to blow so they was waiting on me But Oh-No, Lord See Im smarter then they know So hold on, Lord, Cuz I aint quite ready to go Can I live? Somebody told me that it's only one shot, so I'll be God damn, If I'm ever gonna stop Promise to my momma Imma make it to the top So Imma keep climbing to my heartbeat drop Like the phone when she heard the news Her sister on the other line talking to her shoes The only son, what a thing to lose More blacks singing more blues More niggas pouring more brews Poor dude he was young like 21, straight up out that city that I'm from A real smart nigga, but his niggas they was dumb He aint even get a chance to run Before it landed in his lung God, breathe nigga. His partner screaming “Don't you fucking leave nigga!!” Took off his shirt trynna stop the bleeding nigga, “Don't you go!” But his life fading slow Did I tell my mom I love her, do she know Did I tell my baby sorry from before Wont get to see my son grow Lord I ain't ready to go Can I live? Can I live? Dear Lord, Can I live? Can I live?