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SAFETY (Explicit) - J. Cole
Lyrics by：Powers Pleasant/Jermaine Cole/Michael Holmes/Kelvin Wooten/Tim Friedrich/Keir Gist/Thomas Wlodarcyk/Melvin Dinkins/Joe Sample
Composed by：Powers Pleasant/Jermaine Cole/Michael Holmes/Kelvin Wooten/Tim Friedrich/Keir Gist/Thomas Wlodarcyk/Melvin Dinkins/Joe Sample
Produced by：J. Cole/DZL/Wu10/Sucuki/Powers Pleasant
Ayy can you go check on her real quick
I ain't safe nigga for Bunce Road
Throw your hands up
Just that grab for the call
I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
I wanna know nigga when you comin' home
Yeah
I ain't safe can you roll you hands up
I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
I wanna know nigga when you comin' home
Yeah
Yo Jermaine what's the word
I got a new number delete that old one
By now I'm sure you must've heard
About how I got jammed up and had to sit some
It's nothin' though I did longer bids this was a quick one
I never hit you 'cause I know niggas be playin' victim
Beggin' you for big sums of dough
When income's low that ain't my style it'll never be
To me you'll always be my dog not a celebrity
And plus you did enough wired me bands
Way back when it was rough last night
When it was dusk ran into Jizzle at Cross Creek
You know how he be movin' like he in a rush
Told him come through to the crib over at Haymount Hills
We sat in my living room where then we lit a dutch
I ain't even know that he smoke like that
Drank a few beers it's been years since we joked like that
Yo I seen Brina on the 'Gram she don't post like that
But both she's still bad one of the baddest bitches the Ville had
Lot of these hoes fallin' off and it's real sad
How time can rob us of our best days
As we slaved for peasant wage with no nest aid
Saved for rainy days but anyways what's up
I thought about you holla at me
I would love to catch up I know you busy
But you and my prayers God bless you and your affairs
Stay aware 'cause real niggas is rare dawg Safety
Safety safety safety
Westside Cliffdale throw your hands up portalize
I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
Safety safety
I wanna know nigga when you comin' home
Safety safety safety
I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
I wanna know nigga when you comin' home
Uh
Ayy boy what's goin' on
I feel no way when you don't respond dog
I know your heart and I know I pawn
I know a lot is on your plate and more is on your mind
But still I hit you time to time when you crossin' mine
I heard that big Mal died and no I couldn't tell you the cause
I know fentanyl's been leavin' brothers cross-side and things
Can't tell what's killin' mo' niggas ***** are crossfire
When moms cry it's a shame as of late I've seen
An uptick in motorcades but not for the president
These processions are for the negligent
So I don't care to hang out
These younger niggas even quicker than I was to bang out
Oh shit forgot to say I got a daughter now
Here's a picture she startin' to look more like her father now
When she cries her mama put on your songs to calm her down
It's wild how just the sound of your voice it brought a smile
Dog I'm proud you made it out of this *****
Few things are better when a nigga from the bottom get rich
Although I'm sure it brings its own set of problems
Most of the city love you though a couple seem jealous of your stardom
Like what's up with old buddy that's makin' songs about you
Was about to punish him vicious but then I thought about you
And what you would say might tell me to chill but he violatin' for real
Let me know when you comin' back to the 'Ville dog safety
Safety safety safety
Throw your hands up portalize
I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
Safety safety
I wanna know nigga when you comin' home
Safety safety safety
Put your hands up underdogs now we worldwide
I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
I wanna know nigga when you comin' home
Yo hit me back when you get the chance
So many of our peers passed away through the years
My appreciation for airs in my lungs has been enhanced
Yo Quay passed last night from medical conditions that were too advanced
For doctors to intervene they couldn't do a thing
They say he dwindled away until his size was that of a figurine
It seemed just like a mystery
Some say it was acquired immune deficiency syndrome
We been on what team he acknowledged
Since we was kids he lived in a closet
But that changed soon as he went to college
Up there while in the A&T runnin' with fruity types
**** in the booty types tight pants
Switchin' their hips paintin' their nails
So niggas from the Ville had to distance ourselves
He felt the way remember he was beefin' with me
That's when he moved to the A I guess so he could be free
But years later I heard they seen him walkin' on brag
Oh-oh
At 2 a m with a lace front dressin' in drag
I shook my head but still I began to feel bad
It's like his lifestyle was blockin' all the love that we had
We turned our backs on him some of us called him a fa
Nah time's changed I know that's wrong
Now that we grown I wish I could apologize 'cause we did him wrong
Man why it feel like recently niggas ain't livin' long
Rest in peace to your boy filthee I heard about that too
Last summer a lot of brothers had got murdered out the blues
Shit was wild but anyhow just reachin' out
Bearin' bad news infused with what I'm thinkin' bout
Here go the obituary and just in case
There's a program attached that gives you the time and place
It's that funeral home off the merc the one adjace
To that used car lot where I copped that Ford Escape
I know fame make that shit hella awkward to be at wakes
But I bet it mean a lot to his family to see your face
If you can make it home the viewin' is on Thursday
Funeral on Friday by plane or by highway your safety
Safety
Huh alright safety
