Letra de h u n g e r . o n . h i l l s i d e - J. Cole

(Feat. James Fauntleroy, Bas)

Alright now, alright now

God has a plan for you

And all you've got to do is believe, believe, believe

Yeah

Shit gon' get hard, keep your head strong

If I quit now, then I'm dead wrong

Fightin' off this hunger for hours

Big stepper, nigga, don't get stepped on

The money might fade, but respect don't

Still gon' be me when success gone

I don't speak the language of cowards

I walk through the flame like I'm Teflon

I sucked up the pain and I kept goin'

Whole world know my name, bitch, my rep strong

We sold out in less than a hour

These words I still sang like I'm slept on

I sin, so I can't cast the next stone

Unless it's baguettes 'round my neck bone

Inside of my frame lies a power

You can't get this game from no TED Talk

I wanna know if they understand me

I put it all on A, ain't no plan B

Hopin' all this weight ain't gon' drown me

Fucked around, got grey hairs already

Runnin' up the stairs on a tower

Runnin' up these Ms by the hour

If I drop a gem, money showers

When you get your taste, they get sour

Shit gon' get hard, keep your head strong

Just keep your head strong

The money might fade, but respect don't

The ultimate price is regret now

Still gon' be me when success gone

Still gon' be me, ahh-ahh-ahh

Big stepper, nigga, don't get stepped on

Waitin' my turn like grains of sand inside a hourglass

Mainly concerned back in the day with how long I would last

Make a few thousand dollars stack with every hour passed

I catch you playin' inside my lane and I'ma foul your ass

Put the whole game on top my back, don't need no chiropract'

They callin' me young PWC, I got my power back

Ain't fuckin' around, beefin' with me gon' get you hollered at

Niggas can't see me one-on-one, that's word to Kyla Pratt

You hittin' them weights, congratulations 'cause you built somethin'

You takin' a lot of boxin' lessons, but you still pussy

I see right through you niggas just like 2Pac hologram

Ain't doin' Coachella, bookin' me gon' be a lot of Ms

I'm feeling myself, I'm building my wealth up 'til it's towerin'

I put my tongue all in my bitch, she get to hollerin'

I ain't doin' no dirt no more, I stopped creepin' six years ago

Fun fuckin' them hoes until you realize that you is the ho

Shit gon' get hard, keep your head strong

If I quit now then I'm dead wrong

Fightin' off this hunger for hours

Big stepper, nigga, don’t get stepped on

The money might fade, but respect don't

Still gon' be me when success gone

I don't speak the language of cowards

I walk through the flame like I'm Teflon

Can't be afraid of sunlight

Spotlights when it glows

All the pain you hold

Makes you worth your weight in gold

Can't be afraid of sunlight

Spotlights when it glows

All the pain you hold

Makes you worth your weight in gold

God has a plan for you

And all you've got to do is believe, believe, be—

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