J. Cole - I Get Up Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah, yeah (uh), yeah
Carolina, stand up (one, two, one, two)
I'm good to go, yo
Yeah (Fayettenam)
Yeah
Yeah

I woke up early in the morning, hoes blowin' up my phone (yeah)
Ain't no use in small talkin' when they know I'm tryna bone, fuck 'em
I'll holla later, man, right now, my mind's elsewhere (yeah)
My mom's healthcare, get her out this hell here
A lot of niggas fail, frail niggas won't prevail here (nope)
We seen it all, man, niggas can't even spell scared (nigga)
A Fresh Prince, but, yo, my city ain't no Bel-Air
Fuck if you would sell, I'm worried bout my welfares (uh-uh)
So farewell to them broke days and bonjour to the most paid
Soon as my dough straight (dough straight), I throw the wifey in some Dolce
And put some chains on my niggas like I own slaves (ha)
I get up, look out the window, hope the sun shining
Down on my niggas out there front lining (yeah)
I hit the streets and see them boys out there lockin' up some older head (damn)
Said, goddamn, homie, hold your head and hold your head (ay, uh)

I get up, I see the clouds from my window
I pray the sun gon' shine this way (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And where I go as the wind blow
Mama, your son gon' find his way
And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end, though (yeah, yeah)
And to the top if I climb my way (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh)
Tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my
Headed for the sky, I'm on my way (yeah)

Paint a picture to show the deaf what it's like to listen (uh-huh)
And speak the words to tell a blind man what he missin' (damn)
For all my niggas doin' time, man, up in prison (hold your head)
Felt you had to resort to crime, man, fuck the system
We raisin' babies up in Hades where it ain't no hope
Ain't no fathers, don't take no scholarship to slang no dope (hell nah)
Politicians hollerin' 'bout problems, but I ain't gon' vote
Keep talkin' 'bout change, still, we floatin' in the same old boat (nigga)
So tell me how I'm supposed to feel when the President spoke (never)
When he ain't never had to struggle, ain't never been broke (never)
Ain't even rolled through the ghetto, ain't never been close (never)
Trustin' this government like trustin' the Devil in oath
A rebel with quotes, I get up (I get up)
Lifestyles of the young, Black, and reckless
A generation of niggas strapped and askin' questions
Like tell me why I ain't got shit? (Got shit)
I let this liquor fill my liver with them toxics (yeah), as I sip

I get up, I see the clouds from my window (yeah, uh)
I pray the sun gon' shine this way (uh, uh, uh, I get up)
And where I go as the wind blow (yeah)
Mama, your son gon' find his way (woo)
And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end, though (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And to the top if I climb my way (hey, and I'ma take it to the top)
And tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my (and headed to the sky, baby)
Headed for the sky, I'm on my way (yeah, to)

To all my niggas paper chasin', I pray for your patience (please)
Just keep the faith that you gon' make it
One day, you'll be cakin' (I promise, nigga)
Takin' this shit one step at a time, that real shit is stuck on my mind
But to that bullshit, I'm deaf and I'm blind
Destined to shine, I'ma find a way, 'cause, hey (ay)
Damn it, them jobs out there ain't tryna pay, I pray (ay)
Granted, nine-to-five is how you survive
I ain't tryna survive, I'm tryna throw my mama in rides
I'ma provide for my seed, I'm the soil, I'll teach him 'bout loyalty
I'll teach him that his skin Black like oil, that's from royalty
I'll show him all the things that my pops was never showin' me
Treat him like a growin' tree with this poetry
I get up and show the sons how to lead, not to follow (nah)
The present is our gift, but our seed's got tomorrow
So please, niggas, raise your kids (please raise your seed)
And help 'em overcome that bullshit they daze us with
I blaze this shit

I get up, I see the clouds from my window (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I pray the sun gon' shine this way (uh, I get up)
And where I go as the wind blow
Mama, your son gon' find his way (yeah, yeah, uh, uh, get up)
And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end, though
And to the top if I climb my way (and I'ma take it to the top)
Tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my
Headed for the sky, I'm on my way (I'm headed to the sky, boy, yeah, yeah, woo)

Take 'em to church, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy, I'ma take 'em to the top floor

I get up, I see the clouds from my window (ayy, I'ma take 'em to the top floor)
I pray the sun gon' shine this way (ayy, I'ma take 'em to the top, bro)
And where I go as the wind blow (ayy, I'ma take 'em to the top floor)
Mama, your son gon' find his way (ayy, I'ma take 'em to the top, yo)
And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end, though (ayy, I'ma take 'em to the top, bro)
And to the top if I climb my way (ayy, I'ma take 'em to the top, bro, bro)
Tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my (ayy, I'ma take 'em to the top floor)
Headed for the sky, I'm on my way (get up)

Alright, nigga, that's all I got