Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song h u n g e r . o n . h i l l s i d e , by - J. Cole. Release date: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
h u n g e r . o n . h i l l s i d e |
| Alright now, alright now |
| God has a plan for you |
| And all you’ve got to do is believe, believe, believe |
| Yeah |
| Shit gon' get hard, keep your head strong |
| If I quit now, then I’m dead wrong |
| Fightin' off this hunger for hours |
| Big stepper, nigga, don’t get stepped on |
| The money might fade, but respect don’t |
| Still gon' be me when success gone |
| I don’t speak the language of cowards |
| I walk through the flame like I’m Teflon |
| I sucked up the pain and I kept goin' |
| Whole world know my name, bitch, my rep strong |
| We sold out in less than a hour |
| These words I still sang like I’m slept on |
| I sin, so I can’t cast the next stone |
| Unless it’s baguettes 'round my neck bone |
| Inside of my frame lies a power |
| You can’t get this game from no TED Talk |
| I wanna know if they understand me |
| I put it all on A, ain’t no plan B |
| Hopin' all this weight ain’t gon' drown me |
| Fucked around, got grey hairs already |
| Runnin' up the stairs on a tower |
| Runnin' up these Ms by the hour |
| If I drop a gem, money showers |
| When you get your taste, they get sour |
| Shit gon' get hard, keep your head strong |
| (Just keep your head strong) |
| The money might fade, but respect don’t |
| (The ultimate price is regret now) |
| Still gon' be me when success gone |
| (Still gon' be me, ahh-ahh-ahh) |
| Big stepper, nigga, don’t get stepped on |
| Waitin' my turn like grains of sand inside a hourglass |
| Mainly concerned back in the day with how long I would last |
| Make a few thousand dollars stack with every hour passed |
| I catch you playin' inside my lane and I’ma foul your ass |
| Put the whole game on top my back, don’t need no chiropract' |
| They callin' me young PWC, I got my power back |
| Ain’t fuckin' around, beefin' with me gon' get you hollered at |
| Niggas can’t see me one-on-one, that’s word to Kyla Pratt |
| You hittin' them weights, congratulations 'cause you built somethin' |
| You takin' a lot of boxin' lessons, but you still pussy |
| I see right through you niggas just like 2Pac hologram |
| Ain’t doin' Coachella, bookin' me gon' be a lot of Ms |
| I’m feeling myself, I’m building my wealth up 'til it’s towerin' |
| I put my tongue all in my bitch, she get to hollerin' |
| I ain’t doin' no dirt no more, I stopped creepin' six years ago |
| Fun fuckin' them hoes until you realize that you is the ho |
| Shit gon' get hard, keep your head strong |
| If I quit now then I’m dead wrong |
| Fightin' off this hunger for hours |
| Big stepper, nigga, don’t get stepped on |
| The money might fade, but respect don’t |
| Still gon' be me when success gone |
| I don’t speak the language of cowards |
| I walk through the flame like I’m Teflon |
| Can’t be afraid of sunlight |
| Spotlights when it close |
| All the pain you hold |
| Makes you worth your weight in gold |
| Can’t be afraid of sunlight |
| Spotlights when it close |
| All the pain you hold |
| Makes you worth your weight in gold |
| God has a plan for you |
| And all you’ve got to do is believe, believe, be— |