Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Nate Jones
Nate Jones
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl McCormick
Carl McCormick
Songwriter
Jasmin Charles
Jasmin Charles
Songwriter
Margaux Whitney
Margaux Whitney
Songwriter
Jermaine Cole
Jermaine Cole
Songwriter
Chargaux
Chargaux
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer
Cardiak
Cardiak
Producer
Beatriz Artola
Beatriz Artola
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer
Gosha Usov
Gosha Usov
Assistant Engineer
Ibrahim Hamad for Dreamville
Ibrahim Hamad for Dreamville
Executive Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope
Screaming "Dollar and a Dream" with my closet looking broke
And my **** looking clean, getting caught up with that dope
Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap?
**** I could tell you things that you probably shouldn't know
Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor?
Flashbacks to the pain, waking up cold sweats
6 o'clock in the morning gotta hit the Bowflex
Get my weight up on the block
Keep watch for the cops
'Cause they love to serve a **** three hots and a cot
Nowadays crime pays like a part time job
And the drought got me praying for a car time vibe
Summer rain, come again I'm in pain 'cause it's hard for a felon
In my mind I been crying, know it's wrong but I'm selling
Eyes swelling up with tears
Thinking 'bout my **** dead in the dirt
Immortalized on a shirt
[Verse 2]
Real **** don't die
Form with the plot
One seven forty-five
Form at the plot
Real **** don't die
Form on the plot
Real **** don't lie
Form in the plot
My **** don't die
Form on the block
Real **** don't die
Form on the block
Real **** don't die
Real **** don't die
[Verse 3]
Have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on a spoon?
Have you ever seen a **** that was black on the moon?
Have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cry?
Have you ever seen a motherfucking ribbon in the sky?
Nope!
All I see is that cream, **** that green
I'm a black king, black jeans on my black queen
And her ass fat, too fat for a flat screen
I'm the type of a **** make the whole fucking trap lean
Kingpin **** put wings on a crack fiend
If they want a **** they gon' have to send a SWAT team
And I'm going out like Scarface in his last scene
A legend, what that mean?
[Verse 4]
Real **** don't die
Form with the plot
One seven forty-five
Form at the plot
Real **** don't die
Form on the plot
Real **** don't lie
Form in the plot
My **** don't die
Form on the block
Real **** don't die
Form on the block
Real **** don't die
Real **** don't die
[Verse 5]
To die a young legend
Or live a long life, unfulfilled
‘Cause you wanna change the world
But while alive you never will
‘Cause they only feel you after you gone
Or I been told
And know I’m caught between getting heard
And getting old, damn
Death creeping in my thoughts lately
My one wish in this bitch, make it quick
If the Lord take me
I know nobody meant to live forever anyway
And so I hustle like my **** in Virgin-ia
They tell a **** sell dope, rap, or go to NBA
In that order
It’s that sorta thinking that been keeping **** chained
At the bottom and hang
The strangest fruit that you ever seen
Ripe with pain, listen
Written by: Carl McCormick, J. Cole, Jasmin Charles, Margaux Whitney
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