J. Cole - Die Together Lyrics

Uh-uh, uh
Ayy
Da-da, da (woo)
Uh, huh

Now I'm addicted to the shit like it was nicotine
The streets have got me overdosin' on adrenaline
Like it was lean, promethazine, have I become a fiend?
My nigga caught up with that girl, this ain't no summer fling
Know what I mean?
Can't use the phone 'cause niggas listening
Them boys be talkin' shit, well, bitch, I got that Listerine
That pistol gleaming in the sun (what you say, nigga?)
'Cause beef is interesting (the f*ck you say, nigga?)
A quarter-pounder get a nigga blown to smithereens (f*ck you say, nigga?)
My mama asked me, what that drama 'bout? And I don't lie
I said, a little bit of money and a lotta pride
I swear to God, I cry when I look in my daughter eye
I'm thinkin' if I die tonight, I never taught her how to ride a bike
Or how to fight if niggas clownin' on her
I gotta call my nigga Rallo from around the corner
He came up on a pound on Mary, straight from California
Let's blow an ounce and move the rest, we bag it up, you do the rest
Okay, I'm comin' over quick, got hip for my nigga, this is it
Don't know how he came up on it, must've prolly hit a lick
Now I don't ask no f*ckin' questions
All I do is take my blessings to the strip
Make her flip, no more struggling, no more stressing
'Cause my baby need some Pampers and her daddy need a Buick
Ain't no future for a felon and there ain't that much more to it
Why I do it? I feed my baby girl and then we lie together
I'm starin' at her, swear I hope we f*ckin' die together

Die together (Nina? Nina?)
Die together (who loves you?)
I swear, I hope we f*ckin' die together (Daddy loves you)
Die together (one day, I'ma buy you everything you want)
Die together
I swear, I hope we f*ckin' die together (we're gonna have a big house)
(You're gonna have a big room)
Die together
Die together (you're all I got in this world)
I swear, I hope we f*ckin' die together (Daddy gotta go find a real job)
Die together (I'ma drop you off with Mommy)
Die together (I'ma pick you up next week, okay?)
I swear, I hope we f*ckin' die together

Three in the mornin' and I'm wide awake, yawnin'
A couple pools got me zonin'
Somethin' telling me check my phone and I see a message
Five missed calls, they all from Rallo, right away I check it
He stressin', he breathin' heavy, tellin' me to call him ASAP
I dial him right back, like, what the f*ck goin' on?
He's goin' on about them trees that we sold and how we need to get low
Some niggas lookin' for us out here in the streets 'cause they know
That shit we sold ain't belong to us
They wanna sing a song for us
For f*ckin' up they money, nigga say it won't be long for us
I tell him, I ain't scared, I ain't know it was theirs
But if they talkin' like that, nigga, make sure that you strapped, click
Hung up the phone as I sat there alone
Wishin' I could wipe the slate clean with dreams of a home
With picket fence and yard big enough for Nina to roam
Lord, tell me, is it too late to grow? I need to know (shit)
Few hours pass, I need to go and pick my daughter up
Her mama gotta work today
She tells me, Look for work today (please go find a job today)
I say, "Okay," I strapped the cutie pie into the baby seat
She love to spend the day with me, she startin' to learn the ABCs
I drive away and see my distant future as a married man
Way out in the suburbs with no pistols and no worryin'
One day, I'll send my baby girl to college where she'll find a man
And he gon' put a ring up on her hand
But I be damned

(F*ck you, f*ck you) f*ck, f*ck, shit
F*ck, let's go, let's go, let's go
F*ck
Ah, shit
Nina? Nina? Nina?
Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
F*ck