Tears for ODB - J. Cole

Tears for ODB, drug-induced poetry

What’s the use?

Strung-out from that drug abuse, woe is me

80's baby, so I know my pops was gettin' high

In the 90's, me and mama barely gettin' by

2000's I was concentratin' more on gettin' fly

Gettin' bitches, gettin' rich to get the shit I couldn’t buy

You know the story, you know my allegory

I was sent from Heaven with a set of horns, they’d better warn y’all

I’m here for more than just to kick some witty metaphors, dawg

This more of the type of shit you spit to set a war off

‘Cause niggas be poor, get money and still don’t know

Why the fuck they can’t cop a house, the system meant to lock us out

But I’m knockin' down the door, strapped up with a four-four

Robin Hood, shit and yeah, I’m ‘hood rich

That’s good enough to stay in new kicks and a good whip

Get good head from a good bitch, I give two shits, I’mma tell you straight up

Straight up

Straight up, aye, any chance I’mma take it

Rather die before I fake it

They say life is what you make it, bitch, but I’m just tryna make it

Straight up

Straight up

Straight up, aye, any chance I’mma take it

Rather die before I fake it

They say life is what you make it, bitch

Lord have mercy on my soul, what I’ve done and what I’ve seen

My life has tumbled into that which only you could intervene

I put my heart in senseless things: money, bitches and street shit

Fascinated by beef, sad to say I won’t be shit

Grew up in this bitch without a pot to piss in, no toilet

How ironic, I took a lot of shit, like a bottom bitch

Or a model chick, high off coke

They lockin' sons up for less, I don’t care how y’all cope

But yet I still peddle this dope and these pills

I’ll never know how sittin' comfy on that Oprah seat feels

More than likely be on Most Wanted posters, we still

Holdin' on to old dreams of bein' Hova, be real

We the forgotten souls, bottom of the totem poles

Left for dead, some niggas fled, people said they sold their souls

I just think they found a better way, Lord knows I never pray

But sometimes I be wishin' I could levitate, I’ll take it straight up

Straight up

Straight up, aye, any chance I’mma take it

Rather die before I fake it

They say life is what you make it, bitch, but I’m just tryna make it

Straight up

Straight up

Straight up, aye, any chance I’mma take it

Rather die before I fake it

They say life is what you make it, bitch