J. Cole - Heartache Lyrics
[Intro:]Yeah yeah yeahElite Elite Elite... EliteYa know[Verse 1]Yeah, yeahSlim nigga, lyrically on my limbsBigga then a nigga hittin' the gymRegular benchpressin' the bar,Ten steps up from ya'll, you could follow my lead,If you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin' at meBut please hold your applauseYa'll holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the flo'Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a hoAnd she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo'I never pound with the flo, at times I wonderAye when they listen to my shit man can they hear my hunger?Or will these hatin' ass rappers try to steal my thunderAye this is big shit poppin', you gon' need a plungerTo take me under, niggas in troubleYou lookin' at Lebron James of the gameI could do anything that you nameI could blaze any rapper in the game that you bringPour gasoline on the brain, got the flame for thatSo you hatin' niggas refrain from thatA little bitter cause yo game is whackI'll let Elite breathe, yeahI'll let Elite breathe, yeah[Chorus]Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout meI know it won't be long 'fore you know about meMy head's to the sky and I'm on my grindI'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mineTake what's mineHey, hey[Verse 2]A dolla and a dream, that's all a nigga gotSo, if it's 'bout that C.R.E.A.M, then I'm all up in the spotI'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but naw I ain't flashin'I never gave a ***** about no high-end fashionAnd maybe I was too broke, maybe I'm just too dopeTo rap about that regular shit, or bag a regular *****These niggas talkin' like they on the next level and shitBut Cole's flow so cold, Bet the devil get sickHow do you want it? So sick I make you mentally vomitThese rappers askin' for beats and they ain't even fit to be on itI see 'em writin' about rappers, I should be sick to my stomachBecause they talk 'bout the future but didn't mention me on itSo now I'm back in the kitchen, cookin' I'm meant to be one of the greatestNo niggas seein' me, this century us and you hate itLook how I played it, other niggas was jadedUnder-appreciated, now Carolina is ratedI let Elite breathe, yeahHey, uh uh uhI let Elite breathe, yeah[Chorus]Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout meI know it won't be long 'fore you know about meMy head's to the sky and I'm on my grindI'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mineTake what's mineHey, hey
