Artist: J. Cole Album: Cole World: The Sideline Story Song: Sideline Story Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com [Verse 1 - J. Cole] 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 spilt 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 ya change, may ya 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 him just enough to put up with the cheatin Months go by and only see him for a weekend (uh) I say a prayer and 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 'Til you look in the mirror and you saw who you was (huh) Cole World, it couldn't be more clearer The time is now, it couldn't be more here-a My reign gonna last like three-four eras Say hello to the real, I can be your hero (huh) [Chorus - J. Cole] - w/ ad libs Hey, I'm a put us all on the map I'm gone and I ain't lookin back I know they gon' feel it/fill it like they tank on E I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me 'Cause can't nobody tell me what I ain't gonna be no more Ya thinkin I'm a fall, don't be so sure I wish somebody made guidelines On how to get up off the sidelines [Verse 2 - J. Cole] 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 in 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 'em 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 niggaz thought it was funny callin us "bamma" 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 (huh) Opportunity (uh), that I would kill for Lookin at rappers like "what the fuck you got a deal for?" When I was ass out with my funds low It's nice to know I had the whole world at my front door [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Verse 3 - J. Cole] 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 planned 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 niggaz, y'all been lyin from the start My life's like a movie, truly, and these niggaz is dyin for the part But, you'll never play me like LeBron versus Jordan Twenty years, wonder who they gon' say was more important 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 [Chorus] - w/ ad libs