The Last Stretch Lyrics
| Song | The Last Stretch |
| Artist | J. Cole |
| Album | The Blow Up |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : J. Cole | |
| [Intro] | |
| (Coast to Coast Instrumentals) | |
| I don't know what the hell that is | |
| Should have just called Puff for the ****ing instrumental | |
| **** it, no time for that boy! | |
| Cole World | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| They say we living in troubled times | |
| Aye, do you see the trouble signs? | |
| Aye, lifes a bitch, and I'm cuffing mines | |
| My dough in flipmode, what up to Busta Rhymes | |
| I used to never see green, I was colorblind | |
| Now I get my hustle on | |
| Pay dues like a hair salon | |
| My way like a Usher song | |
| Higher power where these verses from | |
| You niggas hoes, put your purses on | |
| Church, get your worship on | |
| Born alone, work alone, die alone | |
| Hot fire like Dylan | |
| Bitches get their dial on | |
| Fake niggas get dial tones | |
| I ain't no Viacom nigga | |
| I'm a fire arm, nigga | |
| Look how I alarm niggas | |
| Watch my dope pile on | |
| 'Til it's like a mile long | |
| Niggas couldn't fill my shoes | |
| Couldn't even try 'em on | |
| Showed your lil' ass look | |
| That's how you take it | |
| Two-facing niggas, couldn't tie my shoe laces, boy! | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| That was the warm up, this is the blow up | |
| Now if you ain't talking no bread boy, ain't no need to show up | |
| Man they say I'm repping the Ville too much, but **** it, so what? | |
| When my niggas carrying toys like they don't wanna grow up | |
| When my sisters drinking like fishes and won't even throw up | |
| Let's po' up, get to' up, know the police gon' show up | |
| I slow up | |
| Some niggas ain't got no luck | |
| Some niggas can't get no love | |
| Some of 'em can't get no bucks | |
| So tell me what do a nigga do if he can't get a job? | |
| My brother got him an interview, but he can't get a ride | |
| What's up God? | |
| No this ain't no Wu-Tang shit | |
| This is my lil' fire drill, just some routine shit | |
| Just to shoot fiends with | |
| And hold 'em off a lil' longer | |
| Every verse I write I swear I'm only getting stronger | |
| Can you ponder? | |
| Imagine what my shit gon' sound like | |
| If I told you that The Warm Up was just a sound bite | |
| Damn right, believe I put it down right | |
| And I'll be sure to tell you lil' niggas what that crown like | |
| I showed you love, I brought you through | |
| I gave you pounds right? | |
| Aye, in my face, you knew your place | |
| And so you smile right? | |
| So why I'm here, and now you talking like a little girl? | |
| You sound like Whitley, nigga | |
| Me? I'm from a different world | |
| Your shit is garbage | |
| If I drop you, I'm a litterbug | |
| Busy getting money | |
| I ain't ****ing with that Twitter, girl | |
| **** what they say, wishing me harm and sorrow | |
| They here today, bet they be gone tomorrow | |
| They catching Z's on me, aye we gon' call 'em Zorro | |
| I'll let you sleep today, but it's on tomorrow | |
| Yeah, I said it's on tomorrow | |
| I'm coming for the game | |
| And I ain't talking loan or borrow | |
| Pray for the days I get cash, checks and never weary | |
| This the last stretch, I'm a half step from legendary |
| zuo qu : J. Cole | |
| Intro | |
| Coast to Coast Instrumentals | |
| I don' t know what the hell that is | |
| Should have just called Puff for the ing instrumental | |
| it, no time for that boy! | |
| Cole World | |
| Verse 1 | |
| They say we living in troubled times | |
| Aye, do you see the trouble signs? | |
| Aye, lifes a bitch, and I' m cuffing mines | |
| My dough in flipmode, what up to Busta Rhymes | |
| I used to never see green, I was colorblind | |
| Now I get my hustle on | |
| Pay dues like a hair salon | |
| My way like a Usher song | |
| Higher power where these verses from | |
| You niggas hoes, put your purses on | |
| Church, get your worship on | |
| Born alone, work alone, die alone | |
| Hot fire like Dylan | |
| Bitches get their dial on | |
| Fake niggas get dial tones | |
| I ain' t no Viacom nigga | |
| I' m a fire arm, nigga | |
| Look how I alarm niggas | |
| Watch my dope pile on | |
| ' Til it' s like a mile long | |
| Niggas couldn' t fill my shoes | |
| Couldn' t even try ' em on | |
| Showed your lil' ass look | |
| That' s how you take it | |
| Twofacing niggas, couldn' t tie my shoe laces, boy! | |
| Verse 2 | |
| That was the warm up, this is the blow up | |
| Now if you ain' t talking no bread boy, ain' t no need to show up | |
| Man they say I' m repping the Ville too much, but it, so what? | |
| When my niggas carrying toys like they don' t wanna grow up | |
| When my sisters drinking like fishes and won' t even throw up | |
| Let' s po' up, get to' up, know the police gon' show up | |
| I slow up | |
| Some niggas ain' t got no luck | |
| Some niggas can' t get no love | |
| Some of ' em can' t get no bucks | |
| So tell me what do a nigga do if he can' t get a job? | |
| My brother got him an interview, but he can' t get a ride | |
| What' s up God? | |
| No this ain' t no WuTang shit | |
| This is my lil' fire drill, just some routine shit | |
| Just to shoot fiends with | |
| And hold ' em off a lil' longer | |
| Every verse I write I swear I' m only getting stronger | |
| Can you ponder? | |
| Imagine what my shit gon' sound like | |
| If I told you that The Warm Up was just a sound bite | |
| Damn right, believe I put it down right | |
| And I' ll be sure to tell you lil' niggas what that crown like | |
| I showed you love, I brought you through | |
| I gave you pounds right? | |
| Aye, in my face, you knew your place | |
| And so you smile right? | |
| So why I' m here, and now you talking like a little girl? | |
| You sound like Whitley, nigga | |
| Me? I' m from a different world | |
| Your shit is garbage | |
| If I drop you, I' m a litterbug | |
| Busy getting money | |
| I ain' t ing with that Twitter, girl | |
| what they say, wishing me harm and sorrow | |
| They here today, bet they be gone tomorrow | |
| They catching Z' s on me, aye we gon' call ' em Zorro | |
| I' ll let you sleep today, but it' s on tomorrow | |
| Yeah, I said it' s on tomorrow | |
| I' m coming for the game | |
| And I ain' t talking loan or borrow | |
| Pray for the days I get cash, checks and never weary | |
| This the last stretch, I' m a half step from legendary |
| zuò qǔ : J. Cole | |
| Intro | |
| Coast to Coast Instrumentals | |
| I don' t know what the hell that is | |
| Should have just called Puff for the ing instrumental | |
| it, no time for that boy! | |
| Cole World | |
| Verse 1 | |
| They say we living in troubled times | |
| Aye, do you see the trouble signs? | |
| Aye, lifes a bitch, and I' m cuffing mines | |
| My dough in flipmode, what up to Busta Rhymes | |
| I used to never see green, I was colorblind | |
| Now I get my hustle on | |
| Pay dues like a hair salon | |
| My way like a Usher song | |
| Higher power where these verses from | |
| You niggas hoes, put your purses on | |
| Church, get your worship on | |
| Born alone, work alone, die alone | |
| Hot fire like Dylan | |
| Bitches get their dial on | |
| Fake niggas get dial tones | |
| I ain' t no Viacom nigga | |
| I' m a fire arm, nigga | |
| Look how I alarm niggas | |
| Watch my dope pile on | |
| ' Til it' s like a mile long | |
| Niggas couldn' t fill my shoes | |
| Couldn' t even try ' em on | |
| Showed your lil' ass look | |
| That' s how you take it | |
| Twofacing niggas, couldn' t tie my shoe laces, boy! | |
| Verse 2 | |
| That was the warm up, this is the blow up | |
| Now if you ain' t talking no bread boy, ain' t no need to show up | |
| Man they say I' m repping the Ville too much, but it, so what? | |
| When my niggas carrying toys like they don' t wanna grow up | |
| When my sisters drinking like fishes and won' t even throw up | |
| Let' s po' up, get to' up, know the police gon' show up | |
| I slow up | |
| Some niggas ain' t got no luck | |
| Some niggas can' t get no love | |
| Some of ' em can' t get no bucks | |
| So tell me what do a nigga do if he can' t get a job? | |
| My brother got him an interview, but he can' t get a ride | |
| What' s up God? | |
| No this ain' t no WuTang shit | |
| This is my lil' fire drill, just some routine shit | |
| Just to shoot fiends with | |
| And hold ' em off a lil' longer | |
| Every verse I write I swear I' m only getting stronger | |
| Can you ponder? | |
| Imagine what my shit gon' sound like | |
| If I told you that The Warm Up was just a sound bite | |
| Damn right, believe I put it down right | |
| And I' ll be sure to tell you lil' niggas what that crown like | |
| I showed you love, I brought you through | |
| I gave you pounds right? | |
| Aye, in my face, you knew your place | |
| And so you smile right? | |
| So why I' m here, and now you talking like a little girl? | |
| You sound like Whitley, nigga | |
| Me? I' m from a different world | |
| Your shit is garbage | |
| If I drop you, I' m a litterbug | |
| Busy getting money | |
| I ain' t ing with that Twitter, girl | |
| what they say, wishing me harm and sorrow | |
| They here today, bet they be gone tomorrow | |
| They catching Z' s on me, aye we gon' call ' em Zorro | |
| I' ll let you sleep today, but it' s on tomorrow | |
| Yeah, I said it' s on tomorrow | |
| I' m coming for the game | |
| And I ain' t talking loan or borrow | |
| Pray for the days I get cash, checks and never weary | |
| This the last stretch, I' m a half step from legendary |
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