Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
Vocals
Ron Gilmore
Keyboards
Dave Linaburg
Guitar
Jay Bratten
Bass
John Patitucci
Bass
Rachel Calin
Bass
Joanna Maurer
First Violin
Annaliesa Place
Violin
Suzanne Ornstein
Violin
David Southhorn
Violin
Shmuel Katz
Viola
Milena Pajaro-Van De Stadt
Viola
Desiree Elsevier
Viola
Kyle Armbrust
Viola
Jerry Grossman
Cello
Maureen McDermott
Cello
Mary Wooten
Cello
Sandra Park
Strings
Ann Lehmann
Violin
Christine Kim
Cello
Jung Sun Yoo
Violin
Sly, Slick & Wicked
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrance Stubbs
Songwriter
Johnny Wilson
Songwriter
Charles Still
Songwriter
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Songwriter
Ken Lewis
String Arranger
Pete Whitfield
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
Producer
Ken Lewis
Engineer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Roc Nation
Executive Producer
Tyler Hartman
Engineer
Daniel Recinos
Engineer
Sam Giannelli
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Ayy
Cole World
For real
Look at me, pathetic nigga, this chain that I bought
You mix dream pain and fame, this is heinous result
Let these words be the colors I'm just paintin' my heart
I'm knee-deep in the game and it ain't what I thought
Copped the Range Rover, my girl got the Mercedes
Iced out crazy I wanna shine like Baby
Compared to that nigga, I ain't even got a bib yet
Truth be told I ain't even bought a crib yet
This is everything they told a nigga not to do
Image is everything I see, it got a lot to do
With the way people perceive, and what they believe
Money short so this jewelry is like a weave
Meant to deceive and hear niggas say I see you
Now bitches wanna fuck you and niggas wanna be you
And police wanna stop you, frisk you wonder what he do
If a hater snatch your chain, I bet it still won't free you
'Cause I'll be right back grinding 'til I cop another
I sit and think about all this shit I coulda copped my mother
My partner said that's just the game my nigga
Swear I heard my jeweler say, "Here go your chain my nigga"
This is chaining day
I need you to love me (Chaining day), love me (Oh my chaining day)
I need you to love me (My chaining day), love me
My last piece, I swear, my guilt heavy as this piece I wear
They even iced out Jesus' hair
My last piece, I swear, they even iced out Jesus' hair
Ice on this white Jesus seem a little unholy
The real strange thing about this iced out Roley
It's the same shit a broke black nigga get gassed at
The same shit a rich white motherfucker laugh at
Well laugh on white man, I ain't paid as you
But I bet your rims ain't the same age as you
And I ain't got no investment portfolio
But my black and white diamonds shinin' like a Oreo
I know back home a nigga sick today
He rock a chain and he always got some shit to say
Even back when I was broke I knew his shit was fake
He'd prolly sneeze too hard and his shit could break
But hey, you know the sayin', "Fake it 'til you make it"
Me, I did the opposite, made it then I faked it
And actin' like I gave a fuck, money I was savin' up
To buy a crib that's gated to that hundred racks, I gave it up
For what
I need you to love me (Chaining day), love me (Oh my chaining day)
I need you to love me (My chaining day), love me
My last piece, I swear, my guilt heavy as this piece I wear
They even iced out Jesus' hair
My last piece, I swear (Love me, love me)
Lord
This is the last time
Told my accountant, it's the last time
I swear this is the last time
I know that I said that shit last time
But this the last time
Mama I swear this is the last time
So don't take my chains from me
This is the last time
'Cause I chose this slavery
This is the last time
Don't take my chains from me
This is the last time
'Cause I love this slavery
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I said this is my last time
Writer(s): John Wilson, Terry Stubbs, Charles Still, Jermaine L. Cole
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