Revenge Of The Dreamers Lyrics - J. Cole

I'm in the zone this year, it's all fire, nigga check my attire 

Your worst fear is confirmed, your reign at the top expires this year 

No application, I'm higher this year 

This a dedication to that bitch who slashed my nigga tires, oh yeah 

I knew about you, bitch I knew about you 

Came up on a good nigga, he ain't have a clue about you 

Tried to tell that nigga, don't trust that bitch as far as you can smell a nigga 

But you live and you learn 

On these road to riches niggas bound to miss a few turns 

Don't let the bridges that you cross turn into bridges you burn 

You're bound to miss a few turns 

Don't let the bridges that you. fuck it, you don't hear me 

Look, ayo I walk along this long harbor of life and sit on the piers 

Reflect on my pain and shit on my fears 

Should I feel an ounce of guilt that I outdid all my peers? 

Or write my name in the sky and show them niggas I'm here? 

This one is for the history books, picture me shook or failin' 

This is revenge of the dreamer 

Misery took a million of my niggas' hopes from 'em, don't even know some 'em 

No more, the coke numbed 'em, no suicide notes from 'em 

They killin' theyselves, slowly killin' theyselves 

Five iPhones dropped, my nigga still in the cell 

He said he found God, shit, I doubt it, to each his own 

Whatever keeps you strong to get up out it, we need you home 

Cause see a war's goin' on outside, I 'bout cried 

When that boy that the cops shot died, my mouth wide open from shock 

Sick and tired of hopin' it'll stop 

This pen the only hope that I got, I open up shot, and break out 

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Got what you want, I got what you need 

My heart on my sleeve, watch me bleed, I break out! 

Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the feins 

And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga 

Fuck what you think, cause if your shit don't stink 

Nigga my shit won't sink, cause it can't, I break out! 

I gotta break the fuck up outta here 

Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the feins 

And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga 

War stories, got tour stories 

Pop four whores on the top floor stories 

Niggas know, every verse is worth a brick of blow 

Just a seven figure nigga got the game in figure four 

I know at times I'm hypocritical, you niggas dig it though 

I fuck until my dick be sore, leave bitches walkin' pigeon toe and break out! 

On to the next bitch, homie 

Your new chick, that's my ex-bitch, homie, in fact I'm still logged in her Netflix, homie 

Just make sure she cook you breakfast, homie 

Her bacon slimmin' but her eggs get runny, funny 

So many bombs, you'd think Flex get money, from me 

Cole world but my neck get sunny 

Now I don't fuck around with hoes from reality shows 

Or blow up dolls, cause I don't like havin' sex with dummies, love me 

No disrespect meant, honey, this just a compilation of my observations 

While trapped in this God-forsaken nation 

Shit, but since we makin' conversation 

I've been thinkin' me and you would make a bangin' combination 

I know that you mad, I know what I said 

But my dick be arguin' with my head, all you with the bed, well if so let's break out! 

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Got what you want, I got what you need 

My heart on my sleeve, watch me bleed, I break out! 

Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the feins 

And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga 

Fuck what you think, cause if your shit don't stink 

Nigga my shit won't sink, cause it can't, I break out! 

I gotta break the fuck up outta here 

Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the feins 

And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga