J. Cole - Sideline Story Lyrics
[Verse 1: J. Cole]I put my heart and soul in this game, I'm feelin' drainedUnappreciated, unalleviatedTired of comin' up short, ***** abbreviatedWant my whole name spelled out, my own pain spilled outNo pain, no gain, I blow brains, CobainThrow flames, Liu Kang, the coach ain't help out, so I call my own shotsI'm David Blaine, I'm breakin' out of my own box, you stay the sameBut homie if you change, man you change for the betterBack when Martin King had a thing for CorettaWonder 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 weekendI say a prayer, hope my girl ain't leavin'We all got angels, we all got demonsAs you fall through the clubBad *****es down to do all the aboveMoney comes fast so bein' hungry don't lastTill you look in the mirror you saw who you wasCole World, it couldn't be more clearerThe time is now, couldn't be more hererMy reign gonna last like 3-4 erasSay hello to the real, I can be your hero[Hook]Hey, I'mma put us all on the mapGone and I ain't lookin' backI knew they gone feel it like they tank on EI promise baby, you can bet the bank on meCause ain't nobody tell me why their ain't gonna be no moreThinking I'mma fall? Don't be so sureI wish somebody made guidelinesOn how to get up off the sidelines[Verse 2: J. Cole]Up in 1st class, laugh even though it's not funnySee a white man wonder how the ***** I got moneyWhile 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 SpanishThen I ***** they heads up when a nigga show mannersSome New York niggas thought it was funny callin' us BammaLaughin' at the grammer cause they didn't understand usMust've thought they slow, but little do they knowI came up in here to take advantage of that shit ya'll take for grantedOpportunity that I would kill forLookin' at rappers like "what the ***** you got a deal for?!"When I was assed out with my funds lowIt's nice to know I had the whole world at my front door[Hook][Verse 3: J. Cole]I made it to the Roc, even though they tried to box me outI got the key to the game, they tried to lock me outBut what they don't understand is this is all planIt's a bigger picture and you can't photoshop me outSome nigga ask me why Jay never shout me outLike I'm supposed to give a *****Don't you know that I be out in FranceWhere the fans throw they hands like PacquiaoNot cause my looks, cause my hooks could knock Rocky outtAnd my lines is designed from the heartYoung Simba been a lion from the startDumb nigga's, ya'll been lyin from the startMy life's like a move, trulyAnd these niggas is dyin for the partBut, you'll never play me like LeBron vs. JordanTwenty years, wonder who they gone say was more importan'Both changed the game, came through and made a laneWho's to say that who's greater, all we know, they ain't the same[Hook]
