Port Antonio Lyrics

Port Antonio - J. Cole

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J. Cole’s “Port Antonio” Addresses Kendrick Lamar & Drake Beef | Billboard News

   

Port Antonio

J. Cole

Chipmunk in Baground

Ride to it, ride to it

Ride to it, ride to it

Ride to it, ride to it

Ride to it, ride to it, uh

Ride to it, ride to it

Ride to it, ride to it

Ride to it, ride to it

Ride to it (Uh)

Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow

Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros

I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so

We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows

Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel

Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too

Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew

Mano ee mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two

Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue

But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot

To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked

If I could do it all over, then I never would swap

I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked

I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps

I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop

You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped

He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot

But if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block

He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock

And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock

You can't relate, 'less your father was not around

And your mother went out and found someone else and then brought them 'round

And their salaries then combine, when they're married, it brought you out

Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town

So that when you back in the hood, you feel awkward about it now (Damn)

And your confidence start to drown

But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down

You jot 'em down

Ride to it, ride to it

Ride to it, ride to it

Ride to it, ride to it

Ride to it, ride to it, uh

Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me

Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me

Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me

Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me

Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me

Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me

Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me

Yeah, uh

Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time

To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes

I'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch

Tryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind

One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme

I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'

In this game, where all you've got is your name

Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine

Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise

I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind

So you search lines, but you struggle

Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds

I hate what rap's become, but like "Do not disturb" signs

Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough

They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable

But singin' "stop the violence" tunes when dudes in hospitals

I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go

They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make their pockets grow

They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke

I wouldn't have lost a battle, dog, I woulda lost a bro

I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'

Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?

Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king

If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team

Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing

On social media, competin' for your favorable memes

To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things

I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing

Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably

My friends went to war, I walked away with all their blood on me

Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree

But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh

My dog texted me, I'll share the words he said to me

"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly," uh

I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me

I text him back like, "Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga"

They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga

They say I'm pickin' sides, ay, don't you lie on me, my nigga

Then start another war, ay, Drake, you'll always be my nigga

I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga

Fuck all the narratives

Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative

Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'

It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts

Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find

Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up

Help you cope with the rough times and shit

I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit

My nigga

Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)

Y'all niggas ain't