J. Cole ft. Deacon - Carolina On My Mind Lyrics

Yeah (yeah)
This joint is called, "Carolina On My Mind" (uh, Carolina)
Shout out to Deacon on the hook (yeah)
Shout out to By Any Means (Fayettenam)
Yeah, listen (let's go)

Alive and still kickin', nigga, I survived the Ville
But a lot will not, so they wield Glocks and Bonnevilles
Niggas lying, still get high, they ride and kill
Money-hungry, tryna find a meal, can't stay inside and chill
Little niggas thinking, "Fuck school, I'm finna sign a deal"
Hunting hoes, trapping niggas, lying like they on the pill
Preachers say we blessed but all we feel is stressed, tryna deal
If this liquor don't help, nigga, this marijuana will
Roll up, I take a shot for them niggas behind the steel gates
My mind is still racing, I'm tryna kill snakes
'Cause niggas is fake, but wait, time reveals so
Nevermind, that real shit is what I am tryna build
It's kinda ill how I'm giving y'all that Carolina feel
A nigga so deep, you tryna find me, dawg, you gotta drill
It's kinda ill how I'm giving y'all that Carolina feel
A nigga so deep, you tryna find me, dawg, you gotta drill, yeah (yeah)

Yo, coming home, y'all (oh, Carolina)
(DJ OnPoint)

At any given time, got the city on my mind (yeah)
The city on my mind (yeah)
The city on my mind (yeah)
I'm riding 'round feeling like the city, it is mine (yeah)
The city, it is mine (yeah)
The city, it is mine (hey)
At any given time, Carolina on my mind
Carolina on my mind
Carolina on my mind (yeah)
He said, "I feel your pain, nigga, but I'm tryna go for mine" (uh)
I'm tryna go for mine
I'm tryna go for mine (hey)

Ay, fuck them hoes, let them bunnies be
Perfect vision I'm 20/20 for this money, G
See it's funny, you get that paper then them honeys show (yeah)
'Cause they know we finna blow like a runny nose
Money goes, the money come
Barely twenty-one, I'm thinking big things
Momma in the mansion with the fish tanks, the Carolina way
If you in college then you know the crime won't pay
Long as you find a way, fuck what them niggas is tryna say
'Cause in Carolina, we thorough
My niggas hold it down all the way from Fayettenam to the G-boro
And up in Winston, and Raleigh, did I mention?
The Bull City got them ol' fake niggas flinchin'
Tar heels state, either you shooting or you hoopin', yo
Niggas can't wait for the Panthers to win the Superbowl
So shout out to them super cold niggas up in Charlotte
No matter the city, man, Carolina shine, regardless
Yeah
Yo, coming home, nigga

Riding big in an old school Chevy
With the windows down when I'm rolling through my city, like, oh
On my way to meet up with a freak and a nigga drunk beating
She can hear me down the street, she like, "Oh"
Blew game and I do my thing
Ain't tryna settle down, I ain't shopping for no ring, oh no
Riding with my niggas for the weekend (one again, shout to J. Cole)
With the Carolina sounds pumping out the speakers, like, oh

(We people who are darker than blue) shout out to Omen though, junior, 14th Street
Are we gonna stand around this town
(And let what others say come true?) can't forget my nigga G, Scheme, Downtown Brooklyn
(We're just good for nothing they all figure) Flatbush and Decal
A boyish, grown up, shiftless jigger
Now we can't hardly stand for that
Or is that really where it's at?

We people who are darker than blue
This ain't no time for segregatin'
I'm talking 'bout brown and yellow too
High yellow girl, can't you tell?
You're just the surface of our dark deep well
If your mind could really see
You'd know your color the same as me
Pardon me, brother, as you stand in your glory
I know you won't mind if I tell the whole story