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J. Cole

"The Climb Back"

[Intro]
Are you doin' this work to facilitate growth or to become famous?
Which is more important?
Getting or letting go?

You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything)
You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything)

[Chorus]
Everything come back around full circle
Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful?
Everybody gotta cry once in a while
But how long will it take 'fore you smile?
This is that come-back-to-life sh*t
My n***as pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift
And paint the town red for my n***a found dead too soon (b*t*h, I'm back out...)

[Verse 1]
Yeah
To the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint
Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint
Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints
And you'll see how I flipped like exclamation points

My n***as shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guards
Enough straps to fill four U-Hauls

More death than World War II caused
Around these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts
Of black corpses in county morgues, Lord, those images hauntin'
I ain't been asleep yet, it's ten in the mornin'

I'm sendin' a warnin', a problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop Awards
I'm startin' to see you n***as don't want it
I'm sick of this flauntin', from n***as I know for sure ain't got mo' dough than Cole
Trash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe-to-toe
We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole to blast at ya
Bassmasters, look how they tote a pole
Gotta know the ropes and the protocol
Or they gon' for sure blow your clothes half off like a promo code
Made a lil' tune called "Foldin Clothes," and a n***a still ain't known to fold under pressure
Well, you know what Cole do
Make a diamond, they just rhymin', me, I'm quotin' gold

One phone call get you canceled like a homophobe in this PC culture
Address me as the G.O.A.T. like they call Chief Keef Sosa
In my sectional like a f**kin' three-piece sofa
I'm known as the chosen one
Another dead body lay frozen, that's how it go sometimes
When n***as weighin' coke and not the pros and cons
Well, I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher, so I go for mines
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