J Cole K Koke

[Hook]
My life ain't pretty like a rainbow
Ask me how I am, I say the same old
I'm just zoning out to some J Cole
Sitting here zoning out to some K Koke

[Chorus]
I ain't to proud to say, I ain't to proud to say
But I cry sometimes about it
I'm listening to J Cole and I'm listening to K Koke
I ain't to proud to say, I ain't to proud to say
But I cry sometimes
All to give before you take my breath
Before I take that step
Lay my head and face my death

[Verse 1]
When I wrote this I was sitting on my carpet
Be prepared this is some talk from my heart shit
I swear its kinda weird cause I'm sitting right here but it feels like I'm speeding on a R6
Thinking about my life and how I want to live it
So immune to this shit wanna do something different
Couple old school people who knew my
Old ways would say I'm turning into a new guy
But that's because I never have the time to holler
Busy today and I'm probably busier tomorrow
This is my shit not another cover
I want nice shit for my mother and my brother
That's why I put in work over here, fam
I'm just tryna make it work over here, fam
They're saying that it's good over evil
So my plan is due to work over their plan
Yeah, God willing I'll be winning till the point that I can give all of my real brothers a bringing
Smiles all around I want everybody grinning
Good food, good vibe, good men, good women and

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
When I wrote this I was chilling in my bedroom
I know they praying I'll get touched by some lead soon
Or they praying I'll locked by the feds soon
Anything to slow me down like a leg wound
Well, fuck them little haters Imma keep it going
In them rave scenes, fam, I used to creep the crew in
It's been a while since I seen them smile
I'm just scared that my nephews and niece are growing
One of my brothers haven't hollered in a couple years
Since the last time we spoke I shed a couple tears
Growing up you were my favourite out of all my brothers
But when shit got fucked, fam, you wasn't there
Still got love for all my brothers I can vouch for them
Growing up the older ones were in and out of pen
I'm in the middle so the younger ones look up to me
I pray I stay on road so that I can look out for them
My step dad done more than my real pops
Raised me up from days when he real crops
To the days he got more than a little low
He was still there looking after me and little bro

[Chorus]

[Hook]