เนื้อเพลง Heartache - J. Cole

Yeah yeah yeah
Elite Elite Elite... Elite
Ya know

Yeah, yeah
Slim n*gga, lyrically on my limbs
Bigga then a n*gga hittin' the gym
Regular benchpressin' the bar,
Ten steps up from ya'll, you could follow my lead,
If you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin' at me
But please hold your applause
Ya'll holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the flo'
Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho
And she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo'
I never pound with the flo, at times I wonder
Aye when they listen to my sh*t man can they hear my hunger
Or will these hatin' ass rappers try to steal my thunder
Aye this is big sh*t poppin', you gon' need a plunger
To take me under, n*ggas in trouble
You lookin' at Lebron James of the game
I could do anything that you name
I could blaze any rapper in the game that you bring
Pour gasoline on the brain, got the flame for that
So you hatin' n*ggas refrain from that
A little bitter cause yo game is whack
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah

Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine

Take what's mine
Hey, hey

A dolla and a dream, that's all a n*gga got
So, if it's 'bout that C.R.E.A.M, then I'm all up in the spot
I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but naw I ain't flashin'
I never gave a f*ck about no high-end fashion
And maybe I was too broke, maybe I'm just too dope
To rap about that regular sh*t, or bag a regular b*tch
These n*ggas talkin' like they on the next level and sh*t
But Cole's flow so cold, swear the devil get sick
How do you want it? So sick I make you mentally vomit
These rappers askin' for beats and they ain't even fit to be on it
I see 'em writin' about rappers, I should be sick to my stomach
Because they talk 'bout the future but didn't mention me on it
So now I'm back in the kitchen, cookin' I'm meant to be one of the greatest
No n*ggas seein' me, this century us and you hate it
Look how I played it, other n*ggas was jaded
Under-appreciated, now Carolina is rated
I let Elite breathe, yeah
Hey, uh uh uh
I let Elite breathe, yeah

Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine
Take what's mine
Hey, hey