A Tale of 2 Citiez (Explicit) - J. Cole

Since a youngin'

Always dreamed of gettin' rich

Look at me my ni**a

Fantasize about a white picket fence

With some trees my ni**a

Used to want a path

Finder with some tints

That's all I need my ni**a

Throw some 20's on that b**ch

And get it rinsed

But now I see my ni**a

That the worlds a lot bigger ever since

Picked up the paper

And they say my ni**a

Eddie caught a body,

I'm convinced

Anybody is a killer,

All you gotta do is push 'em to the limits

F**k being timid in the Civic politicin'

With the pushers and the pimps

I'm tryna write a story, can I get a glimpse?

Yeah can I get a glimpse?

Last night I had a bad dream

That I was trapped in this city

Then I asked is that really

Such a bad thing?

They robbin' niggas on the daily

Can you blame a ni**a

That ain't never had things?

Guess not, last night they pulled up

On my ni**a at the light like

Uh, nice watch, run it

Hands in the air now,

Hands in the air, run it

Hands in the air now,

Hands in the air, run it

Hands in the air now,

Hands in the air

Hands in the air now,

Hands in the air

Small town ni**a Hollywood dreams

I know that everything

That glitters ain't gold

I know the sh*t ain't always

Good as it seems

But tell me till you get it

How could you know?

How could you know?

How could you know?

How could you know?

How could you know?

How could you know?

How could you know?

How could you know?

How could you know?

How could you know?

How could you know?

How could you know?

How could you know?

Listen up I'm about to go

And get rich

F**k with me my ni**a

We gon' circle round

The Ville and hit a lick

Cop some tree my ni**a

And some powder, bag it up

And make it flip

You gon' see my ni**a

One day we gon' graduate

And cop a brick

And that's the key my ni**a

Listen up I'm bout to go and get rich

Stand back and watch

If you want to ni**a

Me I want my pockets fat,

A badder b**ch

Tired of seein' niggas flaunt,

I wanna flaunt too ni**a

Watch some rollers

In the f**kin' Crown Vic

Tryna lock a ni**a up,

That's what they won't do ni**a

Wanna know a funny thing about this sh*t?

Even if you let em' kill your dream

It'll haunt you ni**a

Haunt you

Last night I had a bad dream

That I was trapped in this city

Then I asked is

That really such a bad thing?

I look around like do

You wanna be another ni**a,

That ain't never had things?

(What's the value of a thing?)

Guess not, last night

We pulled up on a ni**a

At the light like

Uh, nice watch, run it

Hands in the air now,

Hands in the air, run it

Hands in the air now,

Hands in the air, run it

Hands in the air now,

Hands in the air

Hands in the air now,

Hands in the air

Father forgive me for me, childish ways

I look outside and all the clouds are gray

I need your hands to take me, miles away

Your wish is my command, my command,

My command, but

Before you go I've got to, warn you now

Whatever goes up surely, must come down

And you'll get your piece

But no peace, won't be found

So why just take me man,

Take me man, take me man

Your wish is my command,

My command, my command