Trae The Truth in Ibiza (Explicit) - J. Cole

Lyrics by：J. Cole/Trae Tha Truth

Composed by：J. Cole/Trae Tha Truth

Produced by：DZL/Daoud

Yeah

Nigga done got spoiled off these ******* PJ's

I'm not It's not like I'm too good to fly commercial that **** just

It's a hassle at this point you know what I mean

Yeah

At a hundred degrees I freeze the temp

Got my grip and I never proceed to slip

Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped

Got a family to feed I squeeze the clip

Walk in front of the judge and plead the fifth

I'm a legend but it ain't no need for myth

Better get you a visa he's a trip

I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit

Niggas ain't 'bout to outwork me

Go to sleep late still wakin' up early

Look at my belly I'm hungry

Y'all niggas desperate and thirsty

You can't even tell there's a difference

Hungry is when you're relentless

Even when one of your idols look dead in your face and he tell you

You can't and you know that he meant it

But when you Cole you attempt it

Come let me show you a template

I had to grow out the concrete

I had to stroll through the trenches uh

I had to stroll through the trenches

At a hundred degrees I freeze the temp

Temp

Got my grip and I never proceed to slip

Slip

Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped

Clipped

Got a family to feed I squeeze the clip

Walk in front of a judge and plead the fifth

I'm a legend but it ain't no need for myth

Better get you a visa he's a trip

I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit

I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit

Yeah that's my nigga

I had trae the truth in Ibiza lit

I can't do edibles

My head is spinnin' too much

Fell off the pedestal

And I'm never gettin' back up

Done tryna to be perfect that **** is exhausting

An infinite force that nitpicking niggas get lost in

I'm scribbilin' thoughts my pencil is sharpening

Trust in my pen been tryna limit the crossing

The best part of makin' this cake is lickin' the frosting

And Barry been sayin' he love when I spit like I'm dark skin

And you know what he mean

I got a thirty-four waist

I had a forty jeans

Somehow I still got too big for my britches and tore the seams

There go my Achilles heel

Been tryna do everything

Thank God for my nigga Ib

What would I do with no team

I wouldn't do anything

I would just sit on this music and hold it

Waiting for some perfect moment

Wondering why it ain't came

Meanwhile the world done changed

Suddenly songs I was loving last year don't feel the same

Somebody feel my pain

Please somebody say I changed

All of these years done passed I hope I ain't still the same

All of these songs I'm on ain't nobody kill Jermaine

Isn't that rather strange

I wrote a number of bad refrains

But isn't that life dude

Make a few hits but you gotta live with the strikes too

Instead of pretending I'm some incredible nigga just let 'em hear all of it

The good the bad the ugly the strong the weak it's me

The nigga that thought of it

All the portrayals of anything different or fraudulent

You wanna tap into your greatness well this is the starter kit

The Fall Off how many these bullets can fit in the cartridges

I'm lettin' 'em off on intentions to rip through your cartilage

My nigga just told me You trippin' for thinkin' of callin' quits

No lie

God is good forreal

I'm just sittin' here askin' myself

The **** was I even doin' here

Fresh out the hospital bed one to the back

Arm in a sling

And in the same breath I'm in Ibiza

I ain't never fathomed seeing another side of this ****

I know you felt the same

Hell I remember we used to pray for it but hell

Look at ya' bro

People speak greatness these days when the name get mentioned

But what is greatness

Nah nigga we lit

Iconic haha

It ain't over 'til we tap out

Cole you better make these niggas feel you

We done seen 'em come

We done seen 'em go

From the Come Up to the Fall Off

And even when we fall off we don't fall off nigga