Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
Vocals
Charly Charles
String Instrument
J.O.B. Orquestra
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Cole
Songwriter
Charly Charles
Songwriter
Jorge Barreiro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
J. Cole
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
One night, when I, when me and my mama
We was about to go to bed
All the doors was locked
Then when I had fell asleep, my mom had, had heard three, um, gunshots
It was to my cousin, um, his name was Ron
The one that came to pick me up
He, he been shot right through the face, right in the neck
And he got shot right in the stomach
I put my head to the sky, I sing
Grateful for the blessings you bring
Thank you for the ones I love
Forgive me for the times I was
Down and confused, I know
What I reap is what I will sow
Once again, I find myself
Back with you from my hell
All I ever wanted was to hear them bitches holler back
Get some money plus respect
And now look, I got all of that
All I wanted to do is see my granny on the other side
All I wanted to do was kill the man that made my momma cry
All I wanted to do is touch a platinum plaque and celebrate
All I wanted to do is keep my **** out the yellow tape
All I wanted to do is see my granny on the other side
All I wanted to do was kill the man that made my momma cry
Right now, I'm staring out the window of my Range
And contemplating, am I sane?
Have I sacrificed for fame?
My occupation's on my brain
Thought that I could change it all if I had change
But the **** that I came up with way back is still the same
I be tryna give 'em game like Santa did when Christmas came
They be listening, but it's clear to me they did not hear a thing
It go in one ear and out the other like a bullet out the muzzle
Of a pistol shot by brother standing point blank range
**** bang in the 'Ville, I always thought that shit was strange
How you claim blood or cuz when that was just a L.A. thing?
I don't mean no disrespect towards your set, no, I'm just saying
That it seem like for acceptance, **** will do anything
**** will rep any gang, **** will bust any head
**** will risk everything, point 'em out and then he dead
Shooting up where his granny live
Blaow, blaow, his granny duck
He don't give a fuck
He's on Henny and Xanny'd up
Blowing Tammy up
Bitch, when you gon' give them panties up?
He gon' plant a seed, but best believe he ain't man enough
Just because your dick can spray semen, it don't mean that you ready
To let go of your childish ways, the results are deadly
Because that child will suffer and that's what can most affect me
The little girl I met this past summer said, "Don't forget me"
I won't forget you, how could I with all you went through?
A bullet hit your cousin in temple while he was with you
And while you was talking, I was tearing up, where's the tissue?
If you was my sister, then I would kiss you
And tell you that I'm sorry for the pain you had to live through
I know I'm blessed, because your stress is realer than anything I done been through
I put my head to the sky, I sing (Yeah)
Grateful for the blessings you bring (Yeah)
Thank you for the ones I love (Yeah)
Forgive me for the times I was (Huh)
Down and confused, I know (Yes)
What I reap is what I will sow (Yes)
Once again, I find myself (Huh)
Back with you from my hell
All I ever wanted was to hear them bitches holler back
Get some money plus respect
And now look, I got all of that
All I wanted to do is see my granny on the other side
All I wanted to do was kill the man that made my momma cry
All I wanted to do is touch a platinum plaque and celebrate
All I wanted to do is keep my **** out the yellow tape
All I wanted to do is see my granny on the other side
All I wanted to do was kill the man that made my momma cry
It's not that big
But at least, uh
God had saved him 'cause he's still alive, amen
So why, why do y'all think bad stuff happen?
Like, why can't the world just be all nice things, yessir?
Because God is trying to, um, warn, warn us
Or teach us a lesson that we need to learn
Or he's trying to warn us of, he's coming back to, um, see us and take us home
And redo the world, the world
He's coming back to, um, have us be his children
And for us to see him for the first time
So we could, we can rejoice with him and have all time
And after we do that, he's gonna restart the world
K.O.D.
Choose wisely
Written by: J. Cole