J. Cole — I Get Up

[Produced by J. Cole] [Verse 1] I woke up early in the morning, hoes blowing up my phone I ain't used to small talking when they know I'm tryna bone Fuck 'em, I'll holla later, man, right now, my mind's elsewhere My mom's healthcare, get her out this hell here A lot of niggas fail, frail niggas won't prevail here We seen it all man, niggas can't even spell scared A Fresh Prince, but yo my city ain't no Bel-Air Fuck if you would sell, I'm worry bout my welfares So farewell to them broke days and bonjour to the most paid Soon as my dough straight, I throw the wifey in some Dolce And put some chains on my niggas like I own slaves I get up, look out the window, hope the sun shining Down on my niggas out there front lining I hit the streets and see them boys out there locking up some older head So Goddamn homie, hold your head, and hold your head [Hook] I get up, I see the clouds from my window I pray the sun gon' shine this way And where I go as the wind blow Momma, your son gon' find his way And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end though And to the top I'ma climb my way And tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my—headed for the sky I'm on my way [Verse 2] Paint a picture to show the deaf what it's like to listen And speak the words and tell a blind man what he missin' For all my niggas doin' time man up in prison Felt you had to resort to crime, man fuck the system We raisin' babies up in Hades where there ain't no hope Ain't no fathers, don't take no scholarship to slang no dope Politicians hollerin' bout problems but I ain't gon' vote He talk about change, still we floatin' in the same ol' boat So tell me how I'm supposed to feel when the President spoke When he ain't never had to struggle, ain't never been broke Ain't even roll through the ghetto ain't neva been close Trustin' this government's like trustin' the devil in oath For rebel with quotes, I get up Lifestyle of the young, black and reckless A generation of niggas strapped and askin' questions like: "Tell me why I ain't got shit?" I let this liquor fill my liver with them toxics as I sip [Hook] I get up, I see the clouds from my window I pray the sun gon' shine this way And where I go as the wind blow Momma, your son gon' find his way And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end though And to the top I'ma climb my way And tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my—headed for the sky I'm on my way [Verse 3] Yeah, to all my niggas paper chasin', I pray for your patience Just keep the faith that you gon' make it one day you'll be cakin' 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 Damn it, them jobs out there ain't tryna pay, I pray Granted nine to five is how you survive I ain't tryna survive, I'm tryna throw my Momma in rides I'mma provide for my seed I'm the soil I'll teach 'em bout' loyalty I'll teach 'em that his skin black like oil that's for royalty I'll show 'em all the things that my pops was never showin' me Treat 'em like a growin' tree with this poetry I get up and show the sons how to lead not to follow The present is our gift but our seed's got tomorrow So please niggas raise your kids And help em' overcome that bull shit they daze us with I blaze the shit [Hook] I get up, I see the clouds from my window I pray the sun gon' shine this way And where I go as the wind blow Momma, your son gon' find his way And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end though And to the top I'ma climb my way And tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my—headed for the sky I'm on my way I get up, I see the clouds from my window I pray the sun gon' shine this way And where I go as the wind blow Momma, your son gon' find his way And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end though And to the top I'ma climb my way And tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my—headed for the sky I'm on my way