J. Cole - Heartache Lyrics

from:  The Warm Up Mixtape

[Verse 1]
Yea, yea, yea
Elite, Elite Elite
Elite, you know yea
Yea, slim n*gga, lyrically all my limbs bigger than a n*gga hitting the gym regular
Bench pressing them bars
10 steps up from y'all
You can follow my lead
If you shoot for the stars I guess you aiming at me
But please hold your applause
Y'all holding up the walls
God, dammit I'm on the floor
Good Lord cant you see me getting down on a hoe?
And she drop it so low she sitting down on the floor
I never pound with the floor
In times I wonder, ay when they listen to my sh*t man can they hear my hunger?
Or will these hating ass rappers try and steal my thunder?
Ay this is big sh*t, pop it you gon' need a plunger
To take me under,
N*ggas in trouble
You looking at Lebron James of the game
I can do anything that you name
I can blaze any rapper in the game that your bring
Pour gasoline on the brain got the flame for that
So you hating n*ggas refrain from that
A little bitter because your game is whack
I let Elite breath
Yea, I let Elite breath, yea

[Chorus]
Ay you ain't gotta cry don't worry bout me
I know it wont be long for ya heard about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reaching for the clouds trynna take whats mines,
Take what's mines
Hey, hey

[Verse 2]
A dolla and a dream,
That's all a n*gga got so If its bout' that cream then I'm all up in the spot
I'm just warming up I'm hot
But naw I ain't flashing
I never gave a f*ck about no high-end fashion
And maybe I was too broke
Maybe I'm just too dope
To rap about that regular sh*t, or bag a regular b*tch
These n*ggas talking bout they on the next level and sh*t
But Cole's flow so cold bet the devil get sick
However you want it, so sick I make you mentally vomit
These rappers asking for beats and ain't even fit to be on it
I see them write about rappers I should be sick to my stomach
Because they talk bout the future but didn't mention me on it
So now I'm back in the kitchen
Cooking, I'm meant to be one of
The greatest, no n*gga seeing me this Century
Uh and you hate it
Look how I played it
Other n*ggas was dated
Under appreciated now Carolina is rated
Now I let Elite breath ye, hey huh-uh uh uh
I let Elite breath yea!

[Chorus]
Ay you ain't gotta cry don't worry bout me
I know it wont be long for ya heard about me
My heads to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reaching for the clouds trynna take whats mines,
Take what's mines
Hey hey

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