Trae The Truth in Ibiza J. Cole

[Intro: J. Cole]
Yeah
Nigga done got spoiled off these fuckin' PJ’s
I'm not—, It's not like I’m too good to fly commercial, that shit just—
It's a hassle at this point, you know what I mean?
Yeah

[Chorus: J. Cole]
At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp
Got my grip and I never proceed to slip
Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped
Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip
Walk in front of the judge and plead the fifth
I'm a legend but it ain't no need for myth
Better get you a visa, he's a trip
I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Niggas ain't 'bout to outwork me
Go to sleep late, still wakin' up early
Look at my belly, I’m hungry
Y’all niggas desperatе and thirsty
You can't even tell thеre’s a difference
Hungry is when you're relentless
Even when one of your idols look dead in your face and he tell you, "You can't" and you know that he meant it
But when you Cole, you attempt it
Come, let me show you a template
I had to grow out the concrete
I had to stroll through the trenches, uh
I had to stroll through the trenches