Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
Vocals
Kaye Fox
Background Vocals
T.S. Rose Desandies
Background Vocals
Yolanda Renee
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anderson Hernandez
Songwriter
Jermaine Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
Executive Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Sean Kellett
Assistant Engineer
Anderson Hernandez
Producer
Dreamville
Executive Producer
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Roc Nation
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Jack Mason
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Since a youngin', always dreamed of gettin' rich
Look at me, my ****
Fantasize about a white picket fence
With some trees, my ****
Used to want a Pathfinder with some tints
That's all I need, my ****
Throw some twenties on that bitch and get it rinsed
But now I see, my ****
That the world's a lot bigger ever since
Picked up the paper and they say my **** Eddie caught a body, I'm convinced
Anybody is a killer, all ya gotta do is push 'em to the limits
Fuck bein' timid in this Civic, politickin' with the pushers and the pimps
I'm tryin' to write a story, can I get a glimpse?
And can I get a glimpse?
[PreChorus]
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' **** on the daily
Can you blame a **** that ain't ever had things?
Guess not
Last night, they pulled up on my **** at the light, like
Uh, "Nice watch, run it"
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
Small town ****, Hollywood dreams
I know not everything that glitters ain't gold
I know that shit 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?
[Verse 2]
Listen up, I'm 'bout to go and get rich
Fuck with me, my ****, we gon' circle 'round the Ville and hit a lick
Cop some tree, my ****, and some powder, bag it up and make it flip
You gon' see, my ****, one day we gon' graduate and cop a brick
And that's the key, my ****
Listen up, I'm 'bout to go an' get rich
Stand back and watch if you want to, ****
Me, I want my pockets fat, a badder bitch
Tired of seein' **** flaunt, I want to flaunt too, ****
Watch some rollers in a fuckin' Crown Vic
Try and lock a **** up, that's what they won't do, ****
Wanna know a funny thing about this shit?
Even if you let 'em kill your dream, it'll haunt you, ****, haunt you
[PreChorus]
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 **** that ain't ever had things?
Guess not
Last night, we pulled up on a **** at the light, like
Ugh, "Nice watch, run it"
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
Father, forgive me for my 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
You'll get your piece but know peace won't be found
So what, just take me, man
Take me, man, take me, man
Your wish is my command
My command, my command
Written by: Anderson Hernandez, J. Cole, Vinylz