J. Cole

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hollywood Cole, go
Ayy, Hollywood, ayy, Hollywood Cole, go
My nigga done went Hollywood

[Verse 1]
You wanna know just where I'm at?
Well, let me tell you 'bout it
I put my city on the map
But let me tell you 'bout it
They tryna say I can't come back
Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it
Man, fuck them niggas, I come back
Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it
I wanna tell you 'bout it:
Heads up, e'rybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
Niggas like, "Man, that's what e'rybody said" (Uh-huh)
Go and pop the trunk and now e'rybody dead
E'rybody scared of the nigga, aware that the nigga is better (Better)
All my bitches the pick of the litter (Yeah,) never bitter
Niggas is fake, they anime
Me, I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah
Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake (Cake), uh
Fuck good, nigga, we demand great (Great)
Order Domino then she take off all her cloth'
Nigga you know how it go, make the pizza man wait (Hol' up! Hol' up! Hol' up!)
The best-kept secret
Even Hov tried to keep it then I leaked the damn tape, uh
Rest in peace any nigga want beef
Secret service couldn't keep the man safe
[Refrain]
I said, to the window, to the wall (To the wall)
My nigga ride when I call (I call)
Got bitches all on my mind (My mind)
Fuck nigga blockin' my shine (My shine)
I know the reason you feel a lil way
I know just who you wan' be
So every day I thank the Man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me

[Chorus]
Get off my dick
Woah (Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick
Woah (Get the fuck off my dick, nigga)
Get off my dick (Bitch)
Woah (Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick
Woah

[Bridge]
Man, fuck them niggas, I come home
And I don't tell nobody
They gettin' temporary dough
And I don't tell nobody
Lord, will you tell me if I changed?
I won't tell nobody
I wanna go back to Jermaine
And I won't tell nobody
[Interlude]
This is the part that the thugs skip!

[Verse 2]
Young nigga never had love, you know
Foot massage, back rub shit
Blowin' bubbles in the bathtub shit
That is until I met you
Together we done watched years go by
Seen a river of your tears go by
Got me thinkin' 'bout some kids, still I
Tell them hoes come through, the break-up
Get to know somebody and you really learn
A lot about 'em, won’t be long 'fore you start to doubt 'em
Tell yourself you're better off without 'em
Then in time, you will find can't walk without 'em
Can't talk without 'em, can't breathe without 'em
Came here together, you can't leave without 'em
So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em
On your Amerie, it's just 1 Thing about 'em, it's called love
Niggas don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more
(No more), no more
It's called love
Niggas don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more
(Nigga, don't sing about this shit, nigga)
But e'ry nigga in the club singin'
[Refrain]
To the window, to the wall (To the wall)
My nigga ride when I call (I call)
Got bitches all on my mind (My mind)
Fuck nigga blockin' my shine (My shine)
I know the reason you feel a lil way
I know just who you wan' be
So every day I thank the Man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me

[Bridge]
Get off my dick
But e'ry nigga in the club singin'
Singin' this song, yeah
Got all the bitches in the club singin'
Singin' this song, yeah
And all the mamas let their kids sing it
Sing this song, yeah
The baby mamas and the mistresses
This song, yeah, song, yeah
Song, yeah, song-song, yeah

[Verse 3]
The make up
This shit is retarded
Goddamn
Why every rich Black nigga gotta be famous?
Why every broke Black nigga gotta be brainless?
Uh, that's a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Aerial Heights, here's a scenario:
Young Cole pockets is fat like Lil Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year, we'll be on every show
Yeah, fuck nigga, I'm very sure
Heh
Fuck the rest, I'm the best nigga out
When I'm back home, I'm the best in the South
When I'm in L.A., I'm the best in the West
You contest? You can test, I'ma stretch niggas out
Ooh, I'ma stretch niggas out
That go for all y'all if I left niggas out
This shit for e'rybody on my testicle
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho
[Produced by J. Cole]
[Directed by Lawrence Lamont]

Are you ready to dive into the world of G.O.M.D. by J. Cole? This is a song that takes you on a journey through the artist's struggle with fame and identity. It delves into the challenges of staying true to oneself in the midst of Hollywood's temptations. So, let's explore this introspective track and unravel its deeper layers.

About G.O.M.D.

G.O.M.D., short for "Get Off My D***," allows us to witness J. Cole's internal conflict as he grapples with the effects of his rising fame and the pressures of the commercial music industry. In this song, Cole acknowledges that he is beginning to lose touch with his authentic self, becoming arrogant and churning out typical commercial hits.

The second verse becomes a turning point for Cole, as he starts to recognize the emptiness of this new lifestyle. He realizes that true happiness and genuine love should be his priorities, and he yearns to rediscover his roots. This realization marks the beginning of a transformation for Cole, as he embarks on a quest to find himself amidst the chaos of fame.

As we delve deeper into the song, we witness Cole's determination to break free from the shackles of artificiality and reconnect with his true essence. He seeks to distance himself from the superficiality of Hollywood and its glamorous illusions, yearning for a more authentic existence. This desire for self-discovery permeates not only G.O.M.D. but also the entire project.

The official music video for G.O.M.D., directed by Lawrence Lamont, was released on March 23, 2015. This visual accompaniment enhances the message of the song, providing a vivid portrayal of Cole's struggles. Through thought-provoking imagery, the video complements the lyrics and adds depth to the overall narrative, serving as a powerful companion to the music.

With G.O.M.D., J. Cole invites us to question our own lives and the compromises we make as we chase success. It serves as a reminder that staying true to ourselves should be paramount, even in the face of external pressures. This song is an anthem for self-reflection and reawakening.

So, join J. Cole on his journey of self-discovery. Let the rhythms and lyrics of G.O.M.D. resonate within you as you ponder your own path to authenticity. It's a song that will leave you contemplating the complexities of fame, love, and happiness, long after the final notes fade away.

• Release Date: December 9, 2014
• Artist: J. Cole