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Artist: J. Cole
Album:  K.O.D.
Song:   1985 (Intro to "The Fall Off")
Typed by:, J. Cole

[J. Cole]
1985, I arrived
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived
We wasn't s'posed to get past 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggaz poppin now is young
Everybody say the music that they make is dumb
I remember I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same thing
You gotta give a boy a chance to grow some
Err'ybody talkin like they know somethin these days
Niggaz actin woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all frontin these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of 'em dissed me, I'm surprised
I ain't trippin, listen good to my reply:
Come here lil' man, let me talk witcha
See if I can paint for you the large picture
Congrats 'cause you made it out your momma house
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your whip foreign
I got some good advice, never quit tourin
'Cause that's the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin with your funky lil' rap name
I hear your music and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad thang
'Cause everything's commercial and it's pop now
Trap drums is the shit that's hot now
See, I've been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a black man get paid
And plus, you havin fun and I respect that
But have you ever thought about your impact?
These white kids love that you don't give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected when your skin black
They wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down - fuck it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and think your song is how it feels
So when you turn up, you see them turnin up too
You hit the next city, collect your money when it's due
You gettin that paper, swimmin in bitches, I don't blame you
You ain't thinkin 'bout the people that's lookin like me and you
True, YOU got BETTER shit to do
You coulda bought a crib with all that bread that you done blew
I know you think this type of revenue is never endin
But I wanna take a minute just to tell you that ain't true
One day, them kids that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that shit that made you blow up
Now your show's lookin light cause they don't show up
Which unfortunately means the money slow up
Now you scramblin and hopin to get hot again
But you forgot you only popped 'cause you was ridin trends
Now you old news, and you goin through regrets
'Cause you never bought that house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels, and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I ain't judgin you
I'm just tellin you what's prob'ly gon' happen when you rappin
'bout the type of shit you rappin 'bout, it's a faster route to the bottom
I wish you good luck
I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's really true what people sayin and you call yourself playin
with my name then I REALLY know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggaz that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you when your shit flop
In five years, you gon' be on "Love & Hip-Hop," nigga