http://pinchmelife.com/ LIVE A PINCH ME LIFE J Cole New song off Warm Up Mixtape You can download his new Mixtape here http://www.zshare.net/download/61387621768d47a2/ If you want to Learn a little more about him check him out here http://twittermugshot.com/?p=1372 Lyrics Yea, yea, (clears throat) yea Uh- Now I was dreaming about a deal at the age of 13 I was feinn for the meals, I aint talking Burger King Some of my niggas in the Ville all the did was serve feins Fuck scales, I had skills all day rehearsing Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting All the wanted was some waves, like they fucking surfing Hold up now dont get it twisted, I aint hating do your thing I was like the young Simba couldnt wait to be the king Now Nigga its the prince, hoped over the fence where the grass way greener Look at shortys ass way meaner Something like Serena mixed with Trina, have you seen her? She fine enough to be Miss Howard, word to Adeena My money like a senior watch it graduate Now its time to eat Im letting all my niggas grab a plate Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phony These niggas heard about me now they acting like they know me Keep on saying Chorus Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there aint no telling Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling Cant tell you where Im going, just know I wont stop Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top Verse 2 Pardon the interruption; a proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary Man, greedy niggas wouldnt let me in the cafeteria Cuz the aint believe, suddenly they Presbyterian The hoes is librarians, they looking me up She got a jones like Marion, she licking me up They we cut, look how she say my name I got her moaning J. cole, they used to say Jermaine I never change, Im like a corpse in a coffin, 6 feet, shits deep I was low, just a dolla and some hoe fixed me Cuz I was broke plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worster Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercier Im a star, Conversers , conversing with them girls, with them curves like cursive They open like curtains because my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio Same bitches used to play me though Now they yelling- Chorus Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there aint no telling Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling Cant tell you where Im going, just know I wont stop Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top Verse 3 I left the city for a minute but its still on my back Told my niggas, Ay Im fena put the Ville on the map-Ill be back And Im coming with a deal and a plaque Cuz Im ill bitch, they couldnt make a pill for the rap Pouring liquor for my niggas that were killed, send em back Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap Hold up now dont get it twisted if you slang do your thang Me Im like a young Simba I cant wait to be the king Witness the dream Strait out that Carolina water I was brought up In the city where the skinny niggas trynna be the ballas Aint no fathers but the skinny niggas trynna hit their daughters Sneaking in her crib but her momma never caught us What they taught us men them bad bitches only want the ballas The starters, we hoopin now the hoes wanna guard us Uh-Okay, so play D.. know what I mean? And I-I-I put you on the team Men this life is but a dream And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause Im a fucking rap star Chorus Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there aint no telling They say this life is but a dream, And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause Im a fucking rap star Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling © Copyright of JColeFanPage