Biografia:
Jermaine Cole (nascido em janeiro, 28 1985), mais conhecido por seu nome artístico J. Cole, é um rapper e produtor americano. Ele é mais conhecido por ser o primeiro artista a ser assinado com etiqueta de Jay-Z Roc Nation.
Vida e carreira
J. Cole nasceu em Frankfurt, na Alemanha, e em seguida, pouco depois mudou-se para Fayetteville, Carolina do Norte, onde ele foi criado por sua mãe. Ele é de raça mista, tendo nascido de uma mãe branca e pai negro.
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[Intro]
F#m A E F
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
F#m A E F
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
F#m A E F
Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope
[Verse 1]
F#m
Yeah, I don't want no picture with the president
A
I just wanna talk to the man
E
Speak for the boys in the bando
F
And my nigga never walkin' again
F#m
Apologize if I'm harpin' again
A
I know these things happen often
A
But I'm back on the scene
E
I was lost in a dream as I write this
F
The team down in Austin
F#m
I been buildin' me a house, Back home in the South, ma
A
Won't believe what it's costin'
E
And it's fit for a king, right?
F
Or a nigga that could sing and explain all the pain that it cost him
F#m
My sixteen should've came with a coffin
A
Fuck the fame and the fortune
E
Well, maybe not the fortune But one thing is for sure though
F
The fame is exhaustin'
F#m
That's why I moved away, I needed privacy
A
Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League
E
Students that's recruited highly
F
Thinkin' "You do you and I do me"
F#m
Crib has got a big 'ol back 'ol yard
A
My niggas stand outside and pass cigars
E
Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard
F
Thankful that they friend's a platinum star
F#m
In the driveway there's no rapper cars
A E
Just some shit to get from back and forth
F
Just some shit to get from back and forth
F#m
Welcome to the Sheltuh, this is pure
A
We'll help you if you've felt too insecure
E
To be the star you always knew you were
F
Wait, I think police is at the door
[Hook]
F#m A
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
E F
Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope
F#m A
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
E F
Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope
F
Well motherfucker, I am
[Verse 2]
F#m
Some things you can't escape:
A
Death, taxes, and a ra-
E
-cist society that make
F
Every nigga feel like a candidate
F#m
For a Trayvon kinda fate
A
Even when your crib sit on a lake
E
Even when your plaques hang on a wall
F
Even when the president jam your tape
F#m
Took a little break just to annotate
A
How I feel, damn, it's late
E
I can't sleep cause I'm paranoid
F
Black in a white man territory
F#m
Cops bust in with the army guns
A
No evidence of the harm we done
E
Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang
F
Only time they see us we be on the news, in chains, damn
F#m A E F
Don't follow me
[Hook]
F#m A
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
E F
Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope
F#m A
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
E F
Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope
F
Well motherfucker, I am
F#m A E F
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
F#m A E F
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
F#m A E F
Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope
[Verse 1]
F#m
Yeah, I don't want no picture with the president
A
I just wanna talk to the man
E
Speak for the boys in the bando
F
And my nigga never walkin' again
F#m
Apologize if I'm harpin' again
A
I know these things happen often
A
But I'm back on the scene
E
I was lost in a dream as I write this
F
The team down in Austin
F#m
I been buildin' me a house, Back home in the South, ma
A
Won't believe what it's costin'
E
And it's fit for a king, right?
F
Or a nigga that could sing and explain all the pain that it cost him
F#m
My sixteen should've came with a coffin
A
Fuck the fame and the fortune
E
Well, maybe not the fortune But one thing is for sure though
F
The fame is exhaustin'
F#m
That's why I moved away, I needed privacy
A
Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League
E
Students that's recruited highly
F
Thinkin' "You do you and I do me"
F#m
Crib has got a big 'ol back 'ol yard
A
My niggas stand outside and pass cigars
E
Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard
F
Thankful that they friend's a platinum star
F#m
In the driveway there's no rapper cars
A E
Just some shit to get from back and forth
F
Just some shit to get from back and forth
F#m
Welcome to the Sheltuh, this is pure
A
We'll help you if you've felt too insecure
E
To be the star you always knew you were
F
Wait, I think police is at the door
[Hook]
F#m A
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
E F
Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope
F#m A
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
E F
Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope
F
Well motherfucker, I am
[Verse 2]
F#m
Some things you can't escape:
A
Death, taxes, and a ra-
E
-cist society that make
F
Every nigga feel like a candidate
F#m
For a Trayvon kinda fate
A
Even when your crib sit on a lake
E
Even when your plaques hang on a wall
F
Even when the president jam your tape
F#m
Took a little break just to annotate
A
How I feel, damn, it's late
E
I can't sleep cause I'm paranoid
F
Black in a white man territory
F#m
Cops bust in with the army guns
A
No evidence of the harm we done
E
Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang
F
Only time they see us we be on the news, in chains, damn
F#m A E F
Don't follow me
[Hook]
F#m A
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
E F
Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope
F#m A
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
E F
Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope
F
Well motherfucker, I am
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