LYRICS
作词 : Jermaine Cole/Tyler Williams/Matthew Richard Brownie/Marvin Louis Sapp/William Robinson, Jr./Andre Deyo/Samuel Barnes/Troy a Oliver/Jean Oliver/Michael Ian Oliviere/Jennifer Lopez/Jose Fernando Arbex Miro/Lawrence Krsone Parker/Scott Monroe Sterling/Jason Phillips/David Styles
作曲 : Jermaine Cole/Tyler Williams/Matthew Richard Brownie/Marvin Louis Sapp/William Robinson, Jr./Andre Deyo/Samuel Barnes/Troy a Oliver/Jean Oliver/Michael Ian Oliviere/Jennifer Lopez/Jose Fernando Arbex Miro/Lawrence Krsone Parker/Scott Monroe Sterling/Jason Phillips/David Styles
Never would have made it
Never could have made it without You
Without You
Uh
Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block
Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped
12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot
We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot
Singin', "Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got"
Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped
I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot
I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Another year goes by, another nigga slayed
At the West Indian Day Parade when perpetrators sprayed
You got the nerve to ask why I stay in the house more
Get paid for goin' in, the **** I'm goin' out for?
When niggas stretchin' shit like a new school power forward
Naz Reid range, but when these boys are shootin', niggas start breathin' strange
Heartbeat is faint, now it's auf weidersehen
I'm not German, but the wheels currently turnin' on my mama's automobiles
Certain of y'all while y'all prefer to be hard
Memories of my dogs, wait, it's hurtin' me, y'all
The windows to it so closed, saw its curtains be drawn
Innocent as a child, but weren't we all?
Before the hoes and the smoke that arose from the Black and Mild cigarellos
Triggers lift the biggest fellows, put seven on his torso and turned him into Melo
But no midrange iso, back to the basket
The streets raised him a bastard, wrapped in a casket
Best beware, don't you dare go laugh at the tragic passing of somebody's son by somebody's gun
Give a **** if you opps, when dissin' the dead, the karma tends to come at you hot
I promise you pray for forgiveness, the Lord's wrath can astonish you
I'd rather admonish you on this record than impress with perceptions of a designer shoe
**** Gucci, **** Louis, **** Chanel, **** Balenciaga, how we gon' excel?
Soon as niggas make it out, they turnin' Hollywood as hell
I knew buddy caught that body, but hell, I probably shouldn't tell
A real side
[Interlude: J. Cole & Marvin Sapp]
Never would have made it
I mean, I
Never could have made it without You (Yeah)
[Refrain: J. Cole & Marvin Sapp]
Got a soft spot for the man up above
Eastside, Westside, show me love (Without You)
Niggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs
Northside, Southside, show me love
Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block
Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped
12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot
We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot
Singin', "Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got"
Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped
I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot
I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch, uh
[Verse 2: J. Cole & Marvin Sapp]
Someone that's close to me is facin' time
My mind's racin' for some way to find, hope that he may be fine
He got a son the same age as mine
I can't imagine spendin' days in a cage not raisin' mine
These are the years with our kids where we strengthen bonds
I paid his bond, but the trial's comin'
The rain or shine, I know his child love him
But he's too young to understand it if the outcome is incarceration and charges facin'
Bring the possibility of long vacations and complications with his baby mom
She daily cryin', sayin' her heart is vacant
He tryna make it work, he wanna fake it for the sake of family
But she keep throwin' old shit right in his face apparently
Remindin' him 'bout how he tried to make her take a plan B and abort the seed
Threatenin' him with child support so that the court can seize and garnish wages
And all this was before he caught this case that's brought the latest
Pile of stress to add to all this mess, it's hard to face it
He starts deflated, somewhere 'long the way, he lost his faith
But now he reads the Bible hopin' God'll see him contemplative
Never would have made it
He prayin' now, he even threw some gospel on his playlist
Never could have made it without You
Tears fallin', Marvin Sapp, "Never Would Have Made It"
[Refrain: J. Cole & Marvin Sapp]
Man up above
Eastside, Westside, show me love (Without You)
Niggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs
Northside, Southside, show me love
Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block
Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped
12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot
We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot
Singin', "Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got"
Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped
I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot
I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch