J Cole - 1985 Remix Lyrics

1983, she arrived
35 years later, I'm grateful I survived
I almost didn’t make it past 9
Jokes on you, yea I’m still alive
Tryna find the right path but I’m so young
Everybody say the music that they make is dumb
I remember I was 17
Money, women, parties, the homies on the same thing
You gotta give a boy a chance to grow some
Everybody talkin' like they know somethin' these days
Why y’all actin' woke, but still broke? umm
I respect the struggle but you all fronton' these days
Man, they not even 20 talking bout drive by’s
To tell them what they should do, who am I?
I quit my job to get my priorities straight
You see there’s more to life than getting paid
, or getting laid, i’m just sayin’
See if I can paint for you the large picture
Congrats 'cause you made it out your mama's house
Appreciate your family they could be gone in one day
Despite it i’m not looking back, that’s the wrong way
I got some good advice, stay on patrol
Be gone satan, you part of the wrong gang
I’m on God’s team, till I no longer age
I hear your music and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's commercial and it's pop now
Trap drums is the hot new sound
See, I've been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see the minority’s get paid
And plus, you havin' fun and I respect that
But have you ever thought about your impact?
These kids love that you don't give a really care
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Cause that's exactly what's expected when you always swear
They wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, man, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be trap and think your song is how it feels
So when you turn up, you see them turnin' up too
You hit the next city, collect your money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in liquor, I don't blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' like me and you, 
True, you think you got better things to do
You coulda bought a crib with all that bread that you done blew
I know you think this type of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute just to tell you that ain't true
One day, them kids that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that hit that made you blow up
Now your show's lookin' light cause they don't show up
Which unfortunately means the money slow up
Now you scramblin' and hopin' to get hot again
But you forgot you only popped 'cause you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and you goin' through regrets
'Cause you never bought that house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of things you rappin' 'bout
It's a faster route to the bottom
I wish you good luck
I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's really true what people sayin'
And you call yourself playin' with my name
Then I really know you corrupt, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any haters you don’t get popped you get rocked
Just remember what I told you when your career flop
In five years i’ll see you on Love & Hip-Hop