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Description
Producer: The Alchemist
Composer Lyricist: Ron Gilmore Jr.
Recording Engineer: Kuldeep Chudasama
Recording Engineer: Eric Manco
Additional Engineer: Aaron Jahnke
Additional Engineer: Matt Lindsey
Additional Engineer: Nico Patino
Additional Engineer: Jake Jensen
Additional Engineer: Rob Moreno
Vocalist: J. Cole
Mixing Engineer: Juro "Mez" Davis
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Composer Lyricist: Jermaine Cole
Composer Lyricist: Nayvadius DeMun Cash
Composer Lyricist: Temilade Openiyi
Composer Lyricist: Alan Maman
Composer Lyricist: Margaux Whitney
Composer Lyricist: Brian Casey
Composer Lyricist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer Lyricist: Usher Raymond
Composer Lyricist: Manuel Seal
Composer Lyricist: Bryan James Sledge
Composer Lyricist: Abbas Hamad
Lyrics and translation
Original
All of y'all niggas is pussy, you shoot at the opps and run from the cops And I don't get it, I ain't suggesting you fire your weapon at twelve But hell, why in the fuck do we feel that niggas that's looking like us They deserve to be killed?
Meanwhile Capitol Hill been making it easy for them to go stuff us in cells I ain't no preacher for real, I just like to cut on the mic and start letting it spill
And I been leaving a trail, you play all my albums and find you a letter revealed
This a suicide note, come here, look what I wrote I'm 'bout to kill myself, fuck J.
Cole, I don't even want this role Wanna rebuild myself, tuck my pole under the driver's seat Nigga, don't try to reach, I'll bust a hole right in your frontal lobe That's a lobotomy, two months ago, I was on Bunce Road Nigga done spotted me, said, "What's up, Cole?
Nigga, I love you, bro" He said he proud of me, that touched my soul Wasn't too long ago that I was over here at Sandy First Middle Had my very first little girlfriend that would let me get a feel or two Back then it was considerable, enough to avoid the ridicule But come another year or two Boy, you better be fucking on something, my mama ain't never even give me no rubbers Papa was gone, how to put Trojan on was something I had to discover All on my own, y'all know the song, I probably been singing this shit for too long Pardon me if I been sounding like some broken record, I come from the broke as a home, shit -Come from the broke as a home -It's seven o'clock on the dot, I'm in my drop top Cruising the streets that I grew up in
I didn't think the same back then Saying, "Oh, how we change," man, nigga, that's when
The pistols go pop, bodies drop, they got the block hot It's the police, we ain't see nothing
I just roll up my weed and get to puffing
And lay back in my seat, oh yes, I'm numb again
Oh, babe, babe, babe
Finding you lose when you choose to neglect
The roots that we grew to protect us, oh The sun has been blinding lately, mm
One day you'll find when your light's out You always were a bright star to me
Even the times the world didn't say so
One in the morning If the walls where you are talk, will they fess up?
I'm scared of the tales they'll tell us Much better if I ignore
Steady, will you be around when I'm ready?
I'd rather you go and be happy
But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh
Yeah, I'm steady, but love might be gone when you're ready
I should move on and be happy But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh
Love is a mountain climb for you Thought you were a line, I could pull you
Scared I wouldn't grasp for long, but my hold is strong for you
How many ways must I profess? Gunshot to your head, die for me
Hey, how can I let you go?
Have mercy, it's broken
I'm handcuffed, I'm broken I'm handcuffed, I'm broken
I'm handcuffed, I'm broken Have mercy, it's broken
I'm handcuffed,
I'm broken
I'm handcuffed,
I'm broken
I'm handcuffed,
I'm broken