J. Cole - 2Face Lyrics

Hey, I got a dollar and a dream
It's all a nigga got so if it's 'bout that green
And I'm all up in that spot, hey

Yeah, the mental state of a young black genius conflicted
The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive
Money and clothes I done dreamed about
And all the hoes that I fiend about
Ayy, tell me am I wrong for visualizin' material shit I never had?
Wavin' gats instead of flags, the American Dream
Why do we cling to the villains, knowin' they kill 'em?
My niggas high enough to swing from the ceiling
Ink from the pen spillin' on my notebook
Filled with dreams, this is my hope book
Still, the screams from little girls shot and killed fill my head on the daily
At times I question God, can you blame me? They can't tame me
My voice screech through the streets, I'm a beast on 'em
Oh no, he will not fold, you will not see a crease on him
He will not slip or lose his grip, they got them cleats on him
But never will he run unless you call police on him

One time, two times, three times
Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I'm throwin' up the peace sign
It's two sides to a nigga though
I said it's two sides to a nigga, yo
Ayy, look, sometimes I'm feelin' high, then I'm feelin' low
Lord, will I die? Will I survive? Let a nigga know
You say you know me, but what side did you get to know?
It's two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo

Yeah, some pussy niggas pulled out on me and my mans
Wasn't for the pistol, we drop 'em right where he stands
But still, we never ran, foolish pride made us stand right there
Not understandin' we could lose our life there
And then it hit us, thinkin' 'bout the close calls from long distance
Uh, as lil' niggas in the 'Ville, we was trippin'
Type of nosy-ass niggas to watch the fight until it's over
They ran when the gats came out, I moved closer
Foolish, what was I thinkin'? Wasn't tryin' to be cool, it's
Just the thrill of the danger, get so filled up with anger
When a stranger get to violatin'
He sleepin' on me wide awake, bitch, I'll annihilate him
I'm tired of waitin' on my ticket out this muhfucker
Hope they don't kill me before I get up out this muhfucker
I gotta go, now could I be that nigga I thought I was? I gotta know
Will I make it like I thought I would? I gotta blow

One time, two times, three times
Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I'm throwin' up the peace sign
It's two sides to a nigga though
I said it's two sides to a nigga, yo
Ayy, look, sometimes I'm feelin' high, then I'm feelin' low
Lord, will I die? Will I survive? Let a nigga know
You say you know me, but what side did you get to know?
It's two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo

Yeah, I seen Heaven, seen Hell, the two faces of the 'Ville
One side dreams, the other side's real
One side schemes, the other side deals
What the pain brings, another mother cry still
Why the fuck am I here, God?
That nigga died, then why the fuck am I still alive?
I feel ashamed 'cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me
And all I seem to focus on is all this stress on me
Blessed homie, we breathin', cold world got me sneezin'
Wrote this when I was broke, so hey, I guess we even
Throwin' blows, fightin' demons, tryna stop from bustin' semen
In an unfamiliar bitch, I know my niggas feel this shit
How could I fuck her raw? And I just met the ho
My dick took over, it ain't never felt this wet before
I'm stressin' in my mind but it's way too late to stop it
Make this shit so bad, I had a condom in my pocket
Let's change the topic, before I go berserk, I'm so alert
Ridin' down 95, nah, I ain't finna to go to work
I'm headed back home, ain't stayin' that long
I'm chasin' dreams shawty, I'm payin' back loans
I'm payin' dues that a nigga payin' tax on
I'm tryna blow like a nigga playin' saxophone
I'm playin' daddy to another nigga daughter
Don't worry, even Jesus never saw his real father
It don't bother me at all though
Yeah, say it don't bother me at all
They got me thinkin' 'bout my mom though
Man, I can't wait to sing this song
I'll be like, I'll be like

Hey, don't cry, hey, oh no
'Cause we ain't gotta worry 'bout the money no more
We ain't gotta worry 'bout how the bills get paid
We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed
Don't cry, hey, oh no
'Cause we ain't gotta worry 'bout the money no more
We ain't gotta worry 'bout how them bills get paid
We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed
Hey, hey, hey