J. Cole
Roll Call
[Intro]
Just got off the phone with my n***a Smitty
Shit too real back home boi, for real

[Verse]
This for my n***a, Ced, hold ya head
I know shit rough, but n***a we don't give up
We don't get mad, n***a, we just get tough
We just get right, n***a, we don't get left
Fuck what they said
'Cause what we learned coming up, you can't teach that shit
Life deal a n***a blows, but we eat that shit
This one here's for my brother, we gon' beat that shit, now
I say my prayers
I got too many people in my head right now
So many that's in jail or they dead right now
One time for my n***a Craig right now
He in the feds - damn, the times change
And these stupid n***as talking 'bout crime pay
You can keep that shit
I just made a million, call me when you reach that shit
Ain't bragging, I'm just shedding some light
One time for my granny up in heaven tonight
And the young boy from a show down in Hampton
Told me that my song was the reason he beat cancer
Ain't know what to say, I just froze
Little too deep, I suppose
But after a year of review
I figured out it wasn't me, it was you, n***a
Congratulations