J. Cole - Carolina On My Mind lyrics

Yeah, Yea Yea, uh, It's Carolina, n***a, Yeah Ay, Fayettenam, Yeah! Listen, alive and still kickin n***a, I survived the ville, But a lot will not, so they will glocks and bonnevilles n***as lying, still get high, they ride and k**, Money hungry, tryna find a meal. Can't stay inside and chill, Little n***as thinking: 'f** school, I'm finna sign a deal!' Hunting hoes, trapping n***as, Lying like they on the pill, Preachers say we blessed, But all we feel is stressed, tryna deal. If this liquor don't help, n***a, this marijuana will, Roll up, I take a shot for them n***as behind the steel –gates, My mind is still- racing, I'm tryna k**- snakes, Cause n***as is fake, but wait, time reveals so, Nevermind, that real sh** is what I am tryna build. It's kinda I'll how I'm giving y'all that Carolina feel, A n***a so deep, you tryna find me dog, you gotta drill, It's kinda I'll how I'm giving y'all that Carolina feel, A n***a so deep, you tryna find me dog, you gotta drill. Yeah, Yo, Coming home, y'all, Listen, At any given time, got the city on my mind, The city on my mind, The city on my mind, I'm riding round feeling like the city, it is mine, The city, it is mine, The city, it is mine, At any given time, Carolina on my mind, Carolina on my mind, Carolina on my mind, Said "I feel ya pain n***a, but I'm tryna go for mine," I'm tryna go for mine, I'm tryna go for mine, Hey, Ay, f** them hoes, let them bunnies be, Perfect vision I'm 20/20 for this money, G, See it's funny, you get that paper, then them honeys show, Cause they know we finna blow, like a runny nose, Money goes, the money come. Barely twenty-one, I'm thinking big things, Momma in the mansion with the fish tanks, The Carolina way. If you in college then you know the crime won't pay, Lest you find a way, f** what them n***as is tryna say, Cause in Carolina- we thorough, My n***as hold it down all the way from Fayettenam to the G borough, And up in Winston, and Raleigh, did I mention? The Bull City got them ol' fake n***as flinchin' Tar heels state, either you shooting or you hoopin' yo, n***as can't wait for them Panthers to win the Superbowl, So shout out to them super cold n***as up in Charlotte, No matter the city, man, Carolina shine, regardless! Yea, Yo, coming home n***a! [Deacon:] Riding big in an ol' school Chevy With the windows down when I'm rolling through my city, like, Ooh! On my way to meet up with a freak and my n***a drunk beating She can hear me down the street, she like 'Ooh!' Blew game and I do my thing, Ain't tryna settle down, I ain't shopping for no ring, Oh no! Riding with my n***as for the weekend, Carolina sounds pumping out the speakers, like Ooh!