Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sideline Story, artist - J. Cole.
Date of issue: 26.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sideline Story |
I put my heart and soul in this game, I’m feelin’drained |
Unappreciated, unalleviated |
Tired of comin’up short, fuck abbreviated |
Want my whole name spelled out, my own pain spilled out |
No pain, no gain, I blow brains, Cobain |
Throw flames, Liu Kang, the coach ain’t help out, so I call my own shots |
I’m David Blaine, I’m breakin’out of my own box, you stay the same |
But homie if you change, man you change for the better |
Back when Martin King had a thing for Coretta |
Wonder if she seen all the dreams he was dreamin' |
Did she have a clue of all the schemes he was schemin' |
Still loved her just enough to put up with the cheatin' |
Must go by and only see him for a weekend |
I say a prayer, hope my girl ain’t leavin' |
We all got angels, we all got demons |
As you fall through the club |
Bad bitches down to do all the above |
Money comes fast so bein’hungry don’t last |
Till you look in the mirror and you saw who you was |
Cole World, it couldn’t be more clearer |
The time is now, it couldn’t be more herer |
My reign gonna last like 3−4 eras |
Say hello to the real, I can be your hero |
Hey, I’ma put us all on the map |
Gone and I ain’t lookin’back |
I knew they gon’feel it like they tank on E I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me Cause ain’t nobody tell me why there ain’t gonna be no more |
Thinking I’ma fall? |
Don’t be so sure |
I wish somebody made guidelines |
On how to get up off the sidelines |
Up in first class, laugh even though it’s not funny |
See a white man wonder how the fuck I got money |
While he sit at coach, hate to see me walk past em Young black pants sag, headphones blastin' |
Know what he askin', «How did he manage?» |
«With all the cards against him, he used them to his advantage!» |
Slang we be speakin’probably soundin’like Spanish |
Then I fuck they heads up when a nigga show manners |
Some New York niggas thought it was funny callin’us Bama |
Laughin’at the grammar cause they didn’t understand us Must’ve thought we slow, but little do they know |
I came up in here to take advantage of that shit y’all take for granted |
Opportunity that I would kill for |
Lookin’at rappers like «what the fuck you got a deal for?!» |
When I was assed out with my funds low |
It’s nice to know I had the whole world at my front door |
Hey, I’ma put us all on the map |
Gone and I ain’t lookin’back |
I knew they gon’feel it like they tank on E I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me Cause ain’t nobody tell me why there ain’t gonna be no more |
Thinking I’ma fall? |
Don’t be so sure |
I wish somebody made guidelines |
On how to get up off the sidelines |
I made it to the Roc, even though they tried to box me out |
I got the key to the game, they tried to lock me out |
But what they don’t understand is this is all plan |
It’s a bigger picture and you can’t photoshop me out |
Some nigga ask me why Jay never shout me out |
Like I’m supposed to give a fuck |
Don’t you know that I be out in France |
Where the fans throw they hands like Pacquiao |
Not cause my looks, cause my hooks could knock Rocky out |
And my lines is designed from the heart |
Young Simba been a lion from the start |
Dumb niggas, y’all been lyin’from the start |
My life’s like a move, truly |
And these niggas is dyin’for the part |
But, you’ll never play me like LeBron vs. Jordan |
Twenty years, wonder who they gon’say was more importan' |
Both changed the game, came through and made a lane |
Who’s to say that who’s greater, all we know, they ain’t the same |
Hey, I’ma put us all on the map |
Gone and I ain’t lookin’back |
I knew they gon’feel it like they tank on E I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me Cause ain’t nobody tell me why there ain’t gonna be no more |
Thinking I’ma fall? |
Don’t be so sure |
I wish somebody made guidelines |
On how to get up off the sidelines |