J. Cole And The Whole World Is The Ville
[Intro: The Isley Brothers & J. Cole]
Love put me on the corner
Love put me in the street
Love put me on the corner (Yeah)
Love put me in the street
Uh
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
What I rep to the death is where my steps were first taken
At that same time, my mind's felt the earth shaking
Under her, her youngest son was a baby Godzilla
Raised amongst the dazed and the crazy-eyed killers, uh
The V-I-L-L-E
Some of thеm sell cars, some of them sеll weed
Some of them sell pills, some of them sell ki's
Some of them sell grills
Some of them sell studio time so that you can go rhyme
Using your mind to dream bigger than most do
Well listen close, the perfect nigga to coach you
Is on the mic to ignite, the Ville's first at flight, I'm a Wright brother
The hardest nigga on the mic got a white mother
She picked a hell of a spot
From the bottom, one day her son was finna dwell at the top
Yeah, I been all around the world, but I never forgot the f..ckin' Ville
[Chorus: J. Cole]
The motherfuckin' Ville
I said "The Ville", the motherfuckin' Ville
The Ville, the motherfuckin' Ville
I said "The Ville", the motherfuckin' Ville
F-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-E
F-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-E
F-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-E
F-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I—uh
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
The best cyphers was football games
Or at the skatin' rink wherever all the neighborhoods came
A lot of niggas carried razors and be hangin' with gangs
But when I started rappin', I wasn't afraid of them things
I started killing niggas one by one, the crowd was gettin' bigger
When I got done, they said, "Youngin is a problem
But yet and still, we in an unknown city where no record deals
Had ever filled somebody's pockets," that's when I clocked it
If they won't come to me, I'll go to them and make a profit
I took it up top, now can you visualize the optics?
The only southern nigga that New York ever adopted up
Queens nigga with the honorary doctorate, but
Still, the Ville remains in my veins
I came to do what I claim I do to attain
What was ordained, unattainable for a nigga from the Ville
[Chorus: J. Cole]
The motherfuckin' Ville
The Ville, the motherfuckin' Ville
I said "The Ville", the motherfuckin' Ville
I'm from the Ville, the motherfuckin' Ville
F-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-E
F-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-E
F-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-E
F-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I—uh
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Now this tale was composed for those who arose within this lil' area code on the globe
Like the rose that grows from out the concrete of bold, you gotta just go no matter the gold
You're from a beautiful, but not reputable place
You seen your fair share of funeral dates
But smiles far outweigh the tears
Embrace the hurt, don't downplay your fears
It may take years, just keep your eyes on the road as you steer
Keep all negative peers in your rear-view mirror
'Cause most niggas is scared, they wanna be safe
And they gon' try to tear you down because you wanna be great
In order for there to be love, there's gonna be hate
Remember, this life ain't guaranteed
Talk to the mic for your therapy
Aim for the top, you'll be there with me, from the Ville
[Chorus: J. Cole]
The motherfuckin' Ville
The Ville, the motherfuckin' Ville
I'm from the Ville, the motherfuckin' Ville
The Ville, the motherfuckin' Ville
F-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-E
F-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-E
F-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-E
F-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I—uh
[Outro: The Isley Brothers]
Love put me on the corner
Love put me in the street
Love put me on the corner
Love put me in the street
