Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4 Your Eyez Only, artist - J. Cole.
Date of issue: 08.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4 Your Eyez Only |
For your eyes only, for your eyes only |
(For your eyes, for your eyes) |
For your eyes only |
Hey, niggas be dying on the daily |
It seems my dreams faded for far too long |
The consequences deadly |
Can’t visualize myself as nothing but a criminal |
Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal |
'Cause young niggas is hardheaded, they letting off |
Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause |
Ain’t no coming back, family dressed in black |
Plus it’s hot now, the cops outside, it’s hard to flip a pack |
And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me |
Like I ain’t the one who put them Jays on her feet |
Like I ain’t out in the field like that |
I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back |
Despite the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless |
Screaming, «Fuck the law,» my life is lawless |
That’s what you call it, ain’t got to be no psychic |
To see this is like the farthest thing from heaven |
This is hell and I don’t mean that hyperbolic |
I try to find employment even if it’s wiping toilets |
But these felonies be making life the hardest |
Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet |
Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it |
That’s why I write this sonnet |
If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break |
Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it |
(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it |
(For your eyes) For your eyes only |
For your eyes, do you understand? |
For your eyes, do you understand me? |
For your eyes, do you understand? |
For your eyes, do you understand me? |
For your eyes, do you understand? |
For your eyes, do you understand me? |
For your eyes, do you understand? |
For your eyes only |
You probably grown now so this song’ll hit you |
If you hearing this, unfortunately means |
That I’m no longer with you in the physical |
Not even sure if I believe in God but because you still alive |
He got me praying that the spiritual is real |
So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too |
So I know how part of you feels |
Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me |
Life goes in cycles, maybe you’ll date a nigga just like me |
I hope not, I’m tired of dope spots |
And fiends that smoke rocks |
I’ve seen far too many niggas' hopes rot |
I’m writing this because me and the devil had a dance |
Now I see death around the corner, 'pologizing in advance |
Don’t know if I ever had a chance |
At a glance, I’m a failure |
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia |
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once |
Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years |
My Pops shot up, drug-related, mama addicted |
So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging |
Blood was staining the concrete |
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above |
Maintaining a timesheet, that’s slow money |
Picked up the family business by the age of 13 |
Six years later was handed sentence |
'Round the same time is when you came in this world |
Me and your mama thinking: |
«What the fuck we naming this girl?» |
I told her «Nina,» the prettiest name that I could think of |
For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen, I was 19 |
Took me two felonies to see the trap |
This crooked-ass system set for me |
And now I fear it’s too late for me to ever be |
The one that set examples that was never set for me |
I’m living fast, but not fast enough |
'Cause karma keeps on catching up to me |
And if my past becomes the death of me |
I hope you understand |
For your eyes, do you understand? |
For your eyes, do you understand me? |
For your eyes, do you understand? |
For your eyes, do you understand me? |
For your eyes, do you understand? |
For your eyes, do you understand me? |
For your eyes, do you understand? |
For your eyes only |
It’s several ways I could’ve went out, too many to count |
Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout? |
Was it the young niggas, blasting frustrated |
'Cause the cash running out? |
Niggas don’t know how to act in a drought |
See, baby girl, I realized |
My definition of a real nigga was skewed |
My views misshaped by new mixtapes |
That confirmed the shit I learned in the streets was true |
That real niggas don’t speak when they beef with you |
They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo |
And if a real nigga hungry, he gon' eat your food |
I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops |
Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don’t love you |
I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views |
Much broader than the corner, if not it’s gon' corner you |
Into a box, where your son don’t even know his pops |
And the cyclical nature of doing time continues |
My worst fear is one day that you come home from school |
And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news |
I got the strangest feeling your daddy gonna lose his life soon |
And sadly if you’re listening now it must mean it’s true |
But maybe there’s a chance that it’s not |
And this album remains locked |
In a hard drive like valuable jewels |
And I can teach you this in person |
Like I’m teaching you to tie your own shoes |
I love you and I hope to God I don’t lose you |
For your eyes only |
For your eyes, for your eyes only |
For your eyes, for your eyes only |
For your eyes, do you understand? |
For your eyes only |
One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling |
What he’d been dealing with lately, he wasn’t telling |
I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn’t revealing |
But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice |
And it was chilling, he said: |
«Jermaine, I knew you since we was children |
I never asked for nothing, when times was hard |
I never had discussions with you, begging you to help me |
I dealt with the repercussions of my actions |
I know you tried to steer me 'way from that shit |
But that shit was in my blood, you know my life |
I know your momma, nigga, send my love |
In case I never get a chance to speak again |
I won’t forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib |
That’s the way I wished my family lived |
But my granny crib was in the 'jects» |
I had to interject like: |
«Nigga, what you talking 'bout? |
Fuck is you getting at?» |
He said, «Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions |
But I been having premonitions |
Just call it visions from the other side |
I got a feeling I won’t see tomorrow |
Like the time I’m living on is borrowed |
With that said, the only thing I’m proud to say, I was a father |
Write my story down, and if I pass |
Go play it for my daughter when she ready» |
And so I’m leaving you this record, for your eyes only |
Don’t you ever scratch or disrespect it |
This perspective is a real one, another lost 'Ville son |
I dedicate these words to you and all the other children |
Affected by the mass incarceration in this nation |
That sent your pops to prison when he needed education |
Sometimes I think that segregation would’ve done us better |
Although I know that means that I would never |
Be brought into this world 'cause my daddy was so thrilled |
When he found him a white girl to take back to Jonesboro |
With lil' Zach and Cole World, barely one years old |
Now it’s 30 years later, making sure this story’s told |
Girl, your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold |
Not because he was the first to get some pussy 12 years old |
Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues |
Not because he went from bagging up them grams to serving O’s |
Nah, your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was hard |
Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars |
Not because he screamed, «Fuck the law» |
Although that was true |
Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you |
For your eyes only |