J. Cole - Just to Get By Lyrics

"That was the warm up, that was the warm up
Baby aight, Elite, for real, one take, dawg
And I'm up outta here one, yup, yeah"

Lord, please forgive me for my sinning
I ain’t saying that I’m finished
But I’m praying in advance
Cause the way her eyes glance like
They playing in my pants yeah, ball game
I swear the hoes wasn’t in
My plans when a nigga
Took the chance and came to the big city
My beat machine the only fucking
Thing I had with me like Bobby had Whitney
We was cooking up crack
But them fifteen credit's had
A nigga off track picture that
Best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes
The best bachelor since Bruce
Wayne with his bachelor’s
But mastered this rap shit
You hear the words coming
From my lips bastards
I never crack, I got that Chapstick
I practiced till that shit
Made perfect and served
It to the people on a silver platter
Now where’s the ladder?
Cause either you gonna whine or you
Climb I chose the latter
Know you haters is pissed
Hold your bladder though
‘Fore you get tossed like a forward lateral
We never tattle, let God handle that
Or let the mob handle that
No Soprano, half black
Half white I’m a piano
I’m an animal, my video on Discovery Channel
I’m a beast when my shit hit's the streets
These niggas cease to exist
Like a beach in a tsunami
You'll find me in the ‘Ville
In the state of NC
Bitch, if I ain’t back home, I’m up in NYC
‘Bout that money prob-ly like
A fucking robbery but I ain’t jacking
I’m chasing dreams sort of like jeans, boy
I ain’t slacking
I’m chasing dreams sort of like jeans, boy
I ain’t slacking
Hey, take a hard look at my drive nigga
No hacking on my shit
I’m straight smacking niggas
Straight tagging niggas
Yo, I freestyle and fuck you niggas
Ya’ll be wilding and I’m out