The Climb Back

Album: Lewis Street (2020)
Charted: 52
  • Are you doin' this work to facilitate growth or to become famous?
    Which is more important?
    Getting or letting go?
    (You can do anything, anything you can do)
    (You can do anything, anything you can do)

    Everything come back around full circle
    Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful?
    Everybody gotta cry once in a while
    But how long will it take 'fore you smile?
    This is that come back to life shit
    My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up
    As if the sun had the night shift
    And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
    (Bitch, I'm back out-)

    Yeah
    To the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint
    Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint
    Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints
    And you'll see how I flipped, like exclamation points
    My niggas shoot first as if they never played the point
    More two guards, 'nough straps to fill four U-Hauls
    More death than World War II caused
    Around these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts
    Of black corpses in county morgues
    Lord, those images hauntin'
    I ain't been sleep yet, it's ten in the mornin'
    I'm sendin' a warnin', a problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop Awards
    I'm startin' to see you niggas don't want it
    I'm sick of this flauntin'
    From niggas I know for sure ain't got more dough than Cole
    Trash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe to toe
    We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole to blast at ya
    Bassmasters, look how they tote a pole
    Gotta know the ropes and the protocol
    Or they gon' for sure blow your clothes half off like a promo code
    Made a lil' tune called, "Foldin Clothes"
    And a nigga still ain't known to fold under pressure
    Well, you know what Cole do
    Make a diamond, they just rhymin', me, I'm quotin' gold
    One phone call get you canceled like a homophobe
    In this PC culture, address me as the GOAT
    Like they call Chief Keef Sosa
    In my sectional like a fuckin' three piece sofa
    I'm known as the chosen one
    Another dead body lay frozen, that's how it go sometimes
    When niggas weighin' coke and not the pro's and cons
    Well, I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher
    So I go for mines

    Everything come back around full circle
    Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful? (Yeah)
    Everybody gotta cry once in a while
    But how long will it take 'fore you smile?
    This is that come back to life shit
    My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up
    As if the sun had the night shift
    And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
    Now I know why they call it blue moon (yeah)

    Survival at all costs
    Every day niggas get logged off, bodies get hauled off
    Passin' a funeral procession while holdin' my breath in the car I thought
    At times, it be feelin' the devil be winnin' but do that mean God lost?
    Just got off the phone with my nigga, he back in the kennel, my dog lost
    I brought him 'round close to me before but he
    Became addicted to clout and all the hoes we'd meet
    I slowly peeped jealousy on his breath, whenever he spoke to me
    Like on the low, he feelin' that in my shoes is where he supposed to be
    I tried to ignore the signs, but there in the back of my mind
    It felt like lettin' a nigga come sleep on your couch
    And he eatin' up all your groceries
    My nigga repeated this quote to me, I felt its potency
    Said, "Most of these niggas gon' hang theyself
    Just give 'em the rope and see"
    Shit, I heeded that, and what got showed to me
    Was screamin' that, some niggas you gotta leave 'em back
    Unfortunately we seen the trap
    Niggas be on that demon clock resultantly
    They fiend to clap as often as the Genius app misquotin' me
    Uh
    Meanwhile, I see that your diamonds is glistenin'
    I'm glad that you shinin' but need I remind you
    My niggas is dimin' and nickelin'?
    Scrapin' up whatever coin they can find
    The pettiest crime, they committin' it
    Just to get by for a limited time
    The steepest of mountains, they tryna climb
    I'm here tryna find the derivative
    You niggas don't feel me, you see the clout
    You don't see the real me
    If I was sick, you niggas wouldn't heal me
    That's why I'm healin' myself, gettin' in tune with my God
    Slowly revealin' myself, buildin' my wealth
    A nigga touch mine, I'ma kill 'em myself, trust me

    Everything come back around full circle
    Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful?
    Everybody gotta cry once in a while
    But how long will it take 'fore you smile?
    This is that come back to life shit
    My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up
    As if the sun had the night shift
    And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
    Now I know why they call it blue moon (yeah)

    Bitch, I'm back outside, nigga
    I'm back outside
    I'm back outside
    Bitch, I'm back outside
    Everybody mentions suicide prevention
    Man, they even made a hotline
    To call up when there's tension
    But I got a question
    What about a fuckin' homicide?
    Need a number for my niggas to call
    Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved
    Need a number for my niggas to call
    Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved
    (You, anything, anything you can do) Writer/s: Jermaine Lamarr Cole
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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