Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Villuminati, artist - J. Cole. Album song Born Sinner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
Villuminati |
I’m a born sinner |
But I die better than that, I swear |
It’s way darker this time |
Sometimes I brag like Hov |
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
Sometimes I brag like Hov |
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
Sometimes I brag like Hov |
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
Sometimes I brag like Hov, now I’m in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight |
Cole, time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade |
Sometimes I brag like Hov, sometimes I’m real like Pac |
Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got |
Sometimes I focus on the dough, look at these bills I got |
This is a message for some rappers tryna steal my spot |
You niggas famous on the internet, I’m real life hot, homie |
Get your weight up, fake niggas get sprayed up |
My verbal AK slay faggots |
And I don’t mean no disrespect whenever I say faggot, okay, faggot? |
Uh, don’t be so sensitive |
If you want to get fucked in the ass that’s between you and whoever else’s dick |
it is |
Pause, maybe that line was too far |
Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are |
And who can blame ya? |
Boy Meets World, I’m tryna find a new Topanga |
And bang her out, no hanging out |
My pops was club hopping back when Rick James was out |
And all I get is Trinidad James, wait a minute, that’s strange |
Sip a bit of champagne, say fuck it |
If the hoes like it I love it, nigga, nigga, nigga |
Used to watch Rap City, Big Tigga, Tigga |
Rap nerd, even copped Rah Diggah, Diggah |
Pac had a nigga saying fuck Jigga, fuck Biggie |
I was only like 11 so forgive me |
A decade later I’d be all up in the city |
Tryna get Hov to fuck with me |
With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand |
When he said he didn’t want it it was fuck him again |
One day, he gon' regret playing me |
Little did I know in a year he’d be fucking paying me, what could you say to me? |
Beat the odds like Vegas, I used to rap about haters |
Before niggas was hating me, now they hate to see |
A young black man with a college degree |
Fucking all these little models for free, pardon me |
Sometimes I brag like Hov |
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
Sometimes I brag like Hov |
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
Sometimes I brag like Hov |
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
Sometimes I brag like Hov |
Got the game back, and I ain’t ever letting go |
I’m the prince of the city, I studied Machiavelli |
You niggas couldn’t blow with C4 strapped to your belly |
I snuck up out the parts where niggas be living heartless |
And cannot tell the difference between Iraqi, Israeli |
And so I’m wondering really what could you actually tell me |
I’m tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully |
So, back with this pen to give back for my sins |
Took a black president to tell the Japanese sorry |
But who the fuck gon' tell my niggas sorry |
Never seen his pops 'cause he’s sorry |
Fucked up education, would ask for reparations |
But I’m probably just gon' go and buy Ferraris, vroom |
Please forgive him |
According to the preacher man he needs Jesus in him |
But the Devil run the T.V. so the demons in 'em |
I’m in trouble |
Did a deal with the Devil, now I’m pleading with him |
Like give me my soul |
My nigga, I ain’t ever letting you go again |
I ain’t ever letting go |
I ain’t ever letting you go again |
Please give me my soul |
I ain’t ever letting go |
I ain’t ever letting you go again |
Please give me my soul |
I ain’t ever letting go |
But the Devil don’t play fair |
I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati |
Fuck everybody |
I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati |
Fuck everybody |
I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati |
Fuck everybody |
I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati |
These next three bars is dedicated to the retards |
Keep on asking me about the Illuminati; |
Is you stupid, nigga? |
Young black millionaire |
Old white billionaires, I’m sure that they can do without me |
And I ain’t really into sacrificing human bodies |
Couple more A’s I would’ve been a summa cuma laude |
Beyoncé told me that she want to cop the blue Bugatti |
That shit is more than what I’m worth, I think she knew it probably |
Well this is awkward, awkward |
Want to know what else is really awkward, awkward |
When niggas buy rings for bitches I had flings with |
I’m praying I don’t see 'em at the Oscars, Oscars |
Hey J. Cole, this way, hey |
Oh, hey, what’s up? |
What’s goin' on with you? |
Okay |
Big smile, man, big smile, let me see that crooked smile |
J. Cole, J. Cole, this way, look this way |
Oh friend hug, friend hug, just keep it friendly |
We friends, friends |
Re-adjustin' my target audience, 'cause it’s obvious |
I’ve gone astray, losing my way like Timberlake |
Produced by Timbaland on that goddamn FutureSex/LoveSounds |
What’s playing in my mind, just the sound of my whole career |
Crash and burning, the thing that I mostly fear |
Was on track for the first two years until I let the Devil steer |
Now what have we here? |
Mask my tears, but I |
I ain’t ever letting go |
I ain’t ever letting you go again |
I ain’t ever letting go |
I ain’t ever letting you go again |
I ain’t ever letting go |
I ain’t ever letting you go again |
I ain’t ever letting go |
I ain’t ever letting you go again |
Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole |
My nigga |
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
Sometimes I brag like Hov |
Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole |
My nigga |
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
Sometimes I brag like Hov |
Born sinner |