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January 28th Lyrics – J. Cole

    January 28th is a popular rap song by J. Cole from the 2014 album 2014 Forest Hills Drive. Check words to J. Cole January 28th Lyrics in English below.

    January 28th Lyrics – J. Cole 

    [Produced by J. Cole & Team Titans]

    [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 is 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 do it twice
    I just sharpen my blade, for a minute became lost in my ways
    This for my niggas that was tossed in the graves
    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 nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas
    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 nigga dumb
    Keep a black nigga dyin’ by a black nigga gun
    And keep on listening to the frontin’ ass rap niggas son
    Yeah I said ‘son’
    This is New York’s finest
    For 11 winters straight I took on New York’s climate
    Like show me New York’s ladder
    I climb it and set the bar 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, nigga
    [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, niggas 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 niggas might be L or you might be Kane
    Or you might be Slick Rick with 19 chains
    Or you might be Drizzy Drake or Kendrick Lamar
    But check your birth date nigga, you ain’t the god
    Nah you ain’t the god
    Nigga, 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?
    (*sound of baby laughing*)
    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

     

    Writer(s): Jermaine Cole, Andrew Wansel, Ronald Isley, O’Kelly Isley, Rudolph Isley, Christopher Jasper

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