Guess the J. Cole Song- 2014 Forest Hills Drive

Congratulations to you, we don't give a f***k what it sold, I don't even know what that shit sold to tell you the truth, man, and I'm proud of you, man

One day we gon' graduate and cop a brick, and that's the key, my n***a, and some powder, bag it up and make it flip, you gon' see my n***a

Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about 'em, won't be long before you start to doubt 'em, tell yourself you better off without 'em, then in time you will find can't walk without 'em

I like to write alone, be in my zone, think back to Forest Hills, no perfect home, but the only thing like home I've ever known, until they snatched it from my mama, and foreclosed her on the loan

I ain't grow up with my father, I ain't thinkin' 'bout that now, Fast forward four years or so from now, I'll probably cry, When I realize what I missed, but as of now my eyes are dry

And life can't be no fairy tale, no once upon a time, But I be goddamned if a n***a don't be tryin', So tell me, Momma please, why you be drinkin' all the time? Does all the pain he brought you still linger in your mind? 'Cause pain still lingers on mine

And I ain't really got no home, No place to put these things I own, And I thought about the things you used to say, And I thought about the games you used to play, And I thought about that little kid, And I thought about the things we did

As fate passes you by, half of you try, the other half of you fried, too high to actually fly, One day ya'll have to decide, who you gon' be, a scary n***a or a n***a that's gon' rule like me

Searchin' through my memory, my memory, I couldn't find one, Last night, I was gettin' my feet rubbed by the baddest bitch, Not Trina, but I swear to God, this bitch'll make you call your girl up

She asked me if I'm scared to fly, To tell the truth, I'm terrified, I never been that high before, Very bad reason not to go, Terrible reason not to go

We used to play before your coffin was made, Just got the call n***a got caught with a stray, hope he's okay, Just got paid what Cochran got paid to free OJ, Just to share my life on the stage in front of strangers

She don't know that, so she done wrote back and told me, "Oh, you a pro, homie? Well I want you to show me. My mama gone for the weekend, so Saturday, baby, we can get to freakin'."