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PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Nate Jones
Nate Jones
Bass
Kaye Fox
Kaye Fox
Additional Vocals
David Linaburg
David Linaburg
Guitar
Ronald Gilmore
Ronald Gilmore
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yumi Arai
Yumi Arai
Songwriter
Timothy "Nick Paradise" Thomas
Timothy "Nick Paradise" Thomas
Songwriter
Jermaine Cole
Jermaine Cole
Songwriter
Kunihiko Murai
Kunihiko Murai
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Cimino
Jeremy Cimino
Assistant Engineer
Dreamville
Dreamville
Executive Producer
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Roc Nation
Roc Nation
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Andre "Dre Charles" Thomas
Andre "Dre Charles" Thomas
Additional Producer
Team titans
Team titans
Additional Producer
Jack Mason
Jack Mason
Assistant Engineer
Timothy "Nick Paradise" Thomas
Timothy "Nick Paradise" Thomas
Additional Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Rap tune
Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune?
Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune?
I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
Yeah, look
[Verse 1]
The real is back, the 'Ville is back
Flow bananas, here, peel this back
And what you'll find is your highness
Can paint a picture that's vivid enough to cure blindness
Carolina's finest, you knew that already
In terms of the greatest, I proved that already
And if you would like, I'll do it twice
I just sharpen my blade, for a minute, became lost in my ways
This for my **** that was tossed in the grave
Every so often, I fade deep in my thoughts, and then get lost in the days
We used to play before your coffin was made
Just got the call **** got caught with a stray, hope he's okay
Just got paid what Cochran got paid to free OJ
Just to share my life on the stage in front of strangers
Who know a **** far too well, and that's the danger
Know me better than I know myself
I rip a page out my notebook in anger
And let these thoughts linger, singing
[Chorus]
Don't give 'em too much you (Don't give 'em too much you)
Don't let 'em take control (Don't let 'em take control)
It's one thing you do (It's one thing you do)
Don't let 'em taint your soul (Don't let 'em taint your soul)
If you believe in God (If you believe in God)
One thing's for sure (One thing's for sure)
If you ain't aim too high (If you ain't aim too high)
Then you aim too low (Then you aim too low)
[Verse 2]
What's the price for a Black man life?
I check the toe tag, not one zero in sight
I turn the TV on, not one hero in sight
Unless he dribble or he fiddle with mics
Look out the window 'cause tonight, the city lit up with lights, cameras and action
May no man alive come through and damage my faction
I brought you **** with me 'cause I love you like my brothers
And your mothers like my mother, think we need a plan of action
The bigger we get, the more likely egos collide, it's just physics
Please, let's put our egos aside, you my ****
And should our worst tendencies turn us into enemies
I hope that we remember these nights full of Hennessy
When Hov around, we switch up to that D'usse
Gotta show respect, one day we tryna stay where you stay
'Cause we from where you from, not talkin' 'bout the slums
I'm talkin' 'bout that mind state that keep a Black **** dumb
Keep a Black **** dyin' by a Black **** gun
And keep 'em listening to these frontin' ass rap ****, son
Yeah, I said 'son', this is New York's finest
For eleven winters straight, I took on New York's climate
Like show me New York's ladder, I climb it and set the bar up so high
That you gotta get Obama to force the Air Force to find it
Never mind it, you'll never reach that
Cole is the hypnotist, control the game whenever he snap, that's every track, ****
[Chorus]
Don't give 'em too much you (Don't give 'em too much you)
Don't let 'em take control (Don't let 'em take control)
It's one thing you do (It's one thing you do)
Don't let 'em taint your soul (Don't let 'em taint your soul)
If you believe in God (If you believe in God)
One thing's for sure (One thing's for sure)
If you ain't aim too high (If you ain't aim too high)
Then you aim too low (Then you aim too low)
[Verse 3]
I ain't serve no pies, I ain't slang no dope
I don't bring no lies, **** sang my quotes
I don't play no games, boy, I ain't no joke
Like the great Rakim, when I make my notes
You **** might be L or you might be Kane
Or you might be Slick Rick with nineteen chains
Or you might be Drizzy Drake or Kendrick Lamar
But check the birth date, ****, you ain't the god
Nah, you ain't the god
****, Cole the god (Cole the god, Cole the god)
January 28th
[Outro]
Make a million dollars off a rap tune
Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune?
I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
I wanna make a million dollars off a rap tune
I'm gonna make a million dollars off a rap tune
Written by: J. Cole, Timothy Thomas, Yumi Arai, 村井邦彦
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