WINTER STORM FREESTYLE Lyrics – J. Cole

Read the full WINTER STORM FREESTYLE lyrics by J. Cole from the album BIRTHDAY BLIZZARD ’26 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy J Cole’s music, you can also explore Poor Thang and Legacy, two other songs by J Cole.

[Intro: J. Cole]
New York City
New York City is crazy outside right now
It’s cold as fu*k
DJ, DJ, DJ
But it’s beautiful
You know what I mean?
New York
Stay alive
That’s the only thing
Yeah

[Verse: J. Cole]
Hey, yo, scrap, everything I was working on prior to the day the world decided to play
I got a brand new agenda They trying to keep up with your boy, Harley, b!tch, I feel like Lori Harvey, how I ran through them n!ggas
Now I’m back for the winter, trying to outdo myself
No chain on my neck but got a palpable wealth
I grew up in the heat of the south
You could melt cause the summer humidity enhances stupidity
Meme’s say I’m humble, but trust this humility’s from witness and violence and turned off utilities
No man thats rhyming can match my fluidity
I’m Mike Jordan, Ant Edwards, n!gga, you kidding me
Cole gets older, but grows new abilities. You didn’t know I’m Zeno with Goku agility
Come witness perfection
These n!ggas perplexing like witness protection get whole new identities
Then start rapping, but what happened to the real you?
I used to get self-conscious round, real gangsters and I still do find peace with the audience you appeal to
Be yourself, living your truth
N!ggas’ll feel you, embrace hunger
What don’t make you stronger would kill you
The pain will build you, God will heal you
Don’t make your moves off a dollar bill, it’s not as fail-proof
As say following your heart that way, long as you have faith, the path pays tenfold
Me, I chose rapping over class 8 tempos
Back when rappers still was trying to pass they demos to A&R reps
I was dumb and Sallie Mae, not paying off debts through the toughest alleyways
We would pray that our steps were protected by the Lord

Because what I witnessed had all my n!ggas staying silent like that’s none of our business
I’m in desperate need of commas like a run on sentence
Like a run on sentence
I’m trying to see greener pastures because pre-teens are blasters
Not a lot of talking, but the guns long-winded
No strap on my body
I’m an unarmed menace
I’m an unarmed menace

[Outro: J. Cole & DJ Clue]
New York, yo
New York, New York
DJ Clue
Desert Storm