Heaven’s EP Lyrics – J. Cole ft. DJ Drama

[Intro: J. Cole & DJ Drama]
(I'm working on dying)
Yeah, yeah (And like that)
(Gotta have a space) Yeah
(Gotta have a space)
(It's been a pleasure)
Know what I mean?
(She belong to the streets)
Freedom, know what I mean? (We gone!)
Uh (Space to get this sh!t off)
(Gangsta Grillz), Yeah
Yeah (Get this sh!t off my mind, off my chest)
Yeah (Know what I mean?)
Yeah

[Verse: J. Cole & DJ Drama]
With every record
I be asking the masses to tune your hearts to me
I represent intelligent n!ggas that grew up harshly
But lately I've been questioning, second guessing
Whether or not I've got something to offer since
I done eluded poverty
Or has the money watered me down
That truth is hard for me
Like the second time I got cut from the junior varsity
Fighting back tears, I promised to switch gears
And said to myself
"Whatever you do, you won't do it partially"
From this day forward, I move with a new ferocity
Ferrari coupe velocity, a fail-proof philosophy
Success is in the effort
So if a n!gga tried his hardest
I'm at peace knowing God ain't deal
It in this group of cards for me
Some people say that I'm running third
They threw the bronze at me
Behind Drake and Dot, yeah
Them n!ggas is superstars to me
Maybe deep down, I'm afraid of my luminosity
So when you see me on red carpets
I'm moving awkwardly Posing all nervous
Afraid of the judgement And the thought of showing
Too much of my day is repugnant
I be keeping my kids away from the gaze of the public
'Cause these days
It feel like hate is they favorite subject
F**k it, attitude like a young O'Shea with a AK
Aimed at your brain, violate, and I bust it
I don't play when it come to family
That's one thing I refuse
P!mping they kids out for views or
Just to be in the news
Could never be me, I p!ss in the celebrity tea
God with me on this record, this is Heaven's EP
The tale's official, the best n!gga breathing
It just failed to hit you
You couldn't tell
'cause you fell for the bells and whistles
And that's an area I don't excel
I'm from the 'Ville
Where young girls talk grown as hell
That's raw, never saw one person go to Yale
But every n!gga that I know done gone to jail
At least once, proving we the ones police hunt
For the pains
We smoke three blunts the size of tree trunks
Too much hunger
It's no wonder these n!ggas can't keep up
So saying "Yes" to a feature just means
I'm 'bout to eat lunch, b!tch
I'm going for it, no never shall he punt
I'm the one and you can be sure, speaking of beachfront
I'm kicking my feet up while I write
This in somewhere tropical
Supposed to be relaxing
This passion makes that impossible, mm (Gangsta)

[Outro: J. Cole & DJ Drama]
Supposed to be relaxing
This passion makes that impossible
Follow the leaders
Another Gangsta Grillz classic
Like I never left
DJ Drama
Dreamville
D-Day
Gangsta Grillz