Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lion King On Ice, artist - J. Cole.
Date of issue: 21.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lion King On Ice |
I got blood on my hands, I ain’t gon' lie |
I got mud on my shoes, I ain’t gon' lie |
I got real, real big plans, I ain’t gon' lie |
I got a whole lot to prove, I ain’t gon' lie |
I got blood on my hands, I ain’t gon' lie |
I got mud on my shoes, I ain’t gon' lie |
I got real, real big plans, I ain’t gon' lie |
I got a whole lot to prove |
Uh, sip from the bottle for shit that we bottlin' in |
Goin' live but we not on the 'Gram |
It’s the land of supply and demand |
All my young niggas choppin' up grams |
And them choppas, won’t pry from they hands |
Packin' lead like they got a exam |
If it’s beef, my nigga look just like home wreckers |
They got they eye on your mans |
I pray to God it’ll jam |
Too many done died in these parts |
So we gotta be smart if we tryna see August |
Some niggas won’t make it past summer, regardless |
I’m tryin' my hardest to stack my deposits |
These niggas be lookin' at me like I got it |
Deep down inside, though, I still feel as broke |
As that nigga who just graduated from college |
Scrapin' up change that got left in my pockets |
I’m tryna make nickels turn into a dollar |
Ridin' the train, way too shy to go holler |
Just watched her get off at a stop, I’m a coward |
Fuck it, though, you got a way bigger target |
I’ma do it so big, they don’t know what to call it |
Sound like a whole Lambo truck in my stomach |
Bitch, I ain’t hungry, this feeling is starving |
Gotta move momma from out them apartments |
Gotta put 'Ville on the map, we forgotten |
Gotta hit hoes, you hang up at your locker |
Gotta get rich 'cause my granny pick cotton |
Gotta make hits, 'cause if nothin', I’m floppin' |
Gotta stay me in the process |
Nigga dissed me, it was nonsense |
I sat 'em down like his father |
My nigga asked, «Why you bother?» |
We shoulda caught him and mobbed him |
I said, «We gotta move smarter» |
Don’t wan' be the reason for one more sad song |
I tried to warn niggas they wouldn’t last long |
I hope that you see how they came and they went |
They shots never hit but they made their attempts |
May have a good year like their name on a blimp |
But you know what it take to be poppin' this long |
Dedication on another level niggas never seen in they life |
Celebratin' all your first downs like they touchdowns, bring a price |
Young Simba had a buss down, yeah, the Lion King on ice |
Niggas wanted me to look the part, had to stop takin' advice |
Put the jewelry to the side, had to find me, had to find God |
Half the time, we be pacifyin', what they expect from us? |
But that’s treacherous, that shows less of us |
I need y’all to see every part of me, every scar and every artery |
Every story that I can recall, then I can fall |
I got blood on my hands, I ain’t gon' lie |
I got mud on my shoes, I ain’t gon' lie |
I got real, real big plans, I ain’t gon' lie |
I got a whole lot to prove, I ain’t gon' lie |
I got blood on my hands, I ain’t gon' lie |
I got mud on my shoes, I ain’t gon' lie |
I got real, real big plans, I ain’t gon' lie |
I got a whole lot to prove, I ain’t gon' lie |
Uh, lately, I reflect, on the times a nigga was low |
I got it up off the floor, I’m stronger than ever before |
I’m stronger than ever before, just like I planned to be |
They wanna see me fold, it ain’t no thang to me |
Thoughts when I was broke, «If only I could be» |
Pockets holdin' hope, it ain’t no thang to me |
At night, I hit my knees, I pray for better days |
Then found the better me, I got my head on straight |
Up, up and away |
Just ridin' my wave, I ain’t ever gon' say nothin' |
Nigga throw a shot my way, I just jot down names |
But never gon' say nothin' |
Know you be stressin', hate only block your blessin' |
I’m never gon' say nothin' |
Quit all that flexin', niggas live check to check |
I’m never gon' say nothin', know that it’s destin- |