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Villuminati Lyrics – J. Cole

    Villuminati is a popular rap song by J. Cole from the 2013 album Born Sinner. Check words to J. Cole Villuminati Lyrics in English below.

    Villuminati Lyrics – J. Cole 

    [Intro: Choir & J. Cole]
    I’m a born sinner
    But I die better than that, I swear
    It’s way darker this time
    *Laughs*

    [Chorus: J. Cole & The Notorious B.I.G.]
    Sometimes I brag like Hov
    Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
    Sometimes I brag like Hov
    Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
    Sometimes I brag like Hov
    Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
    Sometimes I brag like Hov, now I’m in the limelight ’cause I rhyme tight
    Cole, time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade

    [Verse 1: J. Cole]
    Sometimes I brag like Hov, sometimes I’m real like Pac
    Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got
    Sometimes I focus on the dough, look at these bills I got
    This is a message for some rappers tryna steal my spot
    You niggas famous on the internet, I’m real life hot, homie
    Get your weight up, fake niggas get sprayed up
    My verbal AK slay faggots
    And I don’t mean no disrespect whenever I say faggot, okay, faggot?
    Uh, don’t be so sensitive
    If you want to get fucked in the ass that’s between you and whoever else’s dick it is
    Pause, maybe that line was too far
    Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are
    And who can blame ya? Boy Meets World, I’m tryna find a new Topanga
    And bang her out, no hanging out
    My pops was club hopping back when Rick James was out
    And all I get is Trinidad James, wait a minute, that’s strange
    Sip a bit of champagne, say fuck it
    If the hoes like it I love it, nigga, nigga, nigga
    Used to watch Rap City, Big Tigga, Tigga
    Rap nerd, even copped Rah Diggah, Diggah
    Pac had a nigga saying fuck Jigga, fuck Biggie
    I was only like 11 so forgive me
    A decade later I’d be all up in the city
    Tryna get Hov to fuck with me
    With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand
    When he said he didn’t want it it was fuck him again
    One day, he gon’ regret playing me
    Little did I know in a year he’d be fucking paying me, what could you say to me? I
    Beat the odds like Vegas, I used to rap about haters
    Before niggas was hating me, now they hate to see
    A young black man with a college degree
    Fucking all these little models for free, pardon me
    [Chorus: J. Cole & The Notorious B.I.G.]
    Sometimes I brag like Hov
    Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
    Sometimes I brag like Hov
    Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
    Sometimes I brag like Hov
    Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
    Sometimes I brag like Hov
    Got the game back, and I ain’t ever letting go

    [Verse 2: J. Cole]
    I’m the prince of the city, I studied Machiavelli
    You niggas couldn’t blow with C4 strapped to your belly
    I snuck up out the parts where niggas be living heartless
    And cannot tell the difference between Iraqi, Israeli
    And so I’m wondering really what could you actually tell me
    I’m tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully
    So, back with this pen to give back for my sins
    Took a black president to tell the Japanese sorry
    But who the fuck gon’ tell my niggas sorry
    Never seen his pops ’cause he’s sorry
    Fucked up education, would ask for reparations
    But I’m probably just gon’ go and buy Ferraris, vroom
    Please forgive him
    According to the preacher man he needs Jesus in him
    But the Devil run the TV so the demons in ’em
    I’m in trouble
    Did a deal with the Devil, now I’m pleading with him
    Like give me my soul
    [Bridge: J. Cole]
    My nigga, I ain’t ever letting you go again
    I ain’t ever letting go
    I ain’t ever letting you go again
    Please give me my soul
    I ain’t ever letting go
    I ain’t ever letting you go again
    Please give me my soul
    I ain’t ever letting go
    But the Devil don’t play fair

    [Refrain: J. Cole]
    I’m ’bout to go and join the Illuminati
    Fuck everybody
    I’m ’bout to go and join the Illuminati
    Fuck everybody
    I’m ’bout to go and join the Illuminati
    Fuck everybody
    I’m ’bout to go and join the Illuminati

    [Verse 3: J. Cole]
    These next three bars is dedicated to the retards
    Keep on asking me about the Illuminati;
    Is you stupid, nigga? Young black millionaire
    Old white billionaires, I’m sure that they can do without me
    And I ain’t really into sacrificing human bodies
    Couple more A’s I would’ve been a summa cuma laude
    Beyoncé told me that she want to cop the blue Bugatti
    That shit is more than what I’m worth, I think she knew it probably
    Well this is awkward, awkward
    Want to know what else is really awkward, awkward
    When niggas buy rings for bitches I had flings with
    I’m praying I don’t see ’em at the Oscars, Oscars
    [Interlude: J. Cole]
    Hey J. Cole, this way, hey
    Oh, hey, what’s up? What’s goin’ on with you? Okay
    Big smile, man, big smile, let me see that crooked smile
    J. Cole, J. Cole, this way, look this way
    Oh friend hug, friend hug, just keep it friendly
    We friends, friends

    [Verse 4: J. Cole]
    Re-adjustin’ my target audience, ’cause it’s obvious
    I’ve gone astray, losing my way like Timberlake
    Produced by Timbaland on that goddamn FutureSex/LoveSounds
    What’s playing in my mind, just the sound of my whole career
    Crash and burning, the thing that I mostly fear
    Was on track for the first two years until I let the Devil steer
    Now what have we here? Mask my tears, but I

    [Bridge: J. Cole, Yolanda DeBerry & Tanikka Myers]
    I ain’t ever letting go
    I ain’t ever letting you go again
    I ain’t ever letting go
    I ain’t ever letting you go again
    I ain’t ever letting go
    I ain’t ever letting you go again
    I ain’t ever letting go
    I ain’t ever letting you go again

    [Outro: J. Cole & The Notorious B.I.G.]
    Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole
    My nigga
    Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
    Sometimes I brag like Hov
    Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole
    My nigga
    Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
    Sometimes I brag like Hov
    Born sinner

     

    Writer(s): J. Cole

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