SAFETY Lyrics – J. Cole

Read the full SAFETY lyrics by J. Cole from the album The Fall-Off 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 Bunce Road Blues and Run a Train, two other songs by J. Cole.

[Intro]
Ayy, can you go check on her real quick?

[Chorus]
I ain't safe, n!gga, for a bus roll
Throw your hands up (??)
Just that grab for the call (??)
I know the whole world blowing up your phone
I wanna know, n!gga, when you coming home, yeah
I ain't safe, can you roll, you (??) hands up
(??), suicide, (??)
I know the whole world blowing up your phone
I wanna know, n!gga, when you coming home

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yo, Jermaine, what's the word?
I got a new number, delete that old one
By now, I'm sure you must've heard
About how I got jammed up and had to sit some
It's nothing, though I did longer bids, this was a quick one
I never hit you 'cause I know n!ggas be playing victim
Begging you for big sums of dough
When income's low, that ain't my style, it'll nеver be
To me, you'll always bе my dog, not a celebrity
And plus, you did enough, wired me bands
Way back when it was rough last night
When it was dusk, ran in a chisel at Cross Creek
You know how he be moving like he in a rush
Told him, come through to the crib over at Haymount Hills
We sat in my living room, where then we lit a dutch
I ain't even know that he smoke like that
Drank a few beers, it's been years since we joked like that
Yo, I seen Greena on the 'Grams, she don't post like that
But both she's still bad, one of the baddest b!tches the Ville had
Lot of these hoes falling off and it's real sad
How time can rob us of our best days?
As we slaved for peasant wage with no nest aid
Saved for rainy days, but anyways, what's up?
I thought about you, holla at me
I would love to catch up, I know you busy
But you and my prayers, God bless you and your affairs
Stay aware, 'cause real n!ggas is rare dog safety

[Chorus]
Safety, safety, safety (Westside, (??), throw your hands up, (??) portalize)
I know the whole world blowing up your phone (Safety, safety)
I wanna know, n!gga, when you coming home
Safety, safety, safety (??)
I know the whole world blowing up your phone
I wanna know, n!gga, when you coming home (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, boy, what's going on?
I feel no way when you don't respond, dog
I know your heart and I know I pawn
I know a lot is on your plate and more is on your mind
But still I hit you time to time when you crossing mine
I heard that big Mal died and no, I couldn't tell you the cause
I know fentanyl's been leaving brothers cross-side and things
Can't tell what's killing mo' n!ggas, drügs are crossfire
When moms cry, it's a shame, as of late, I've seen
An uptick in motorcades, but not for the president
These processions are for the negligent
So I don't care to hang out
These younger n!ggas even quicker than I was to bang out
Oh, s*it, forgot to say I got a daughter now
Here's a picture, she starting to look more like her father now
When she cries, her mama put on your songs to calm her down
It's wild, how just the sound of your voice, it brought a smile
Dog, I'm proud, you made it out of this b!tch
Few things are better when a n!gga from the bottom get rich
Although I'm sure it brings its own set of problems
Most of the city love you, though a couple seem jealous of your stardom
Like, what's up with old buddy that's making songs about you?
Was about to punish him vicious, but then I thought about you
And what you would say, might tell me to chill, but he violating for real
Let me know when you coming back to the 'Ville, dog, safety

[Chorus]
Safety, safety, safety ((??), throw your hands up, (??) portalize)
I know the whole world blowing up your phone (Safety, safety)
I wanna know, n!gga, when you coming home
Safety, safety, safety ((??) put your hands up, (??) underdogs, now we worldwide)
I know the whole world blowing up your phone
I wanna know, n!gga, when you coming home

[Verse 3]
Yo, hit me back when you get the chance
So many of our peers passed away through the years
My appreciation for airs in my lungs has been enhanced
Yo, Quay passed last night from medical conditions that were too advanced
For doctors to intervene, they couldn't do a thing
They say he dwindled away until his size was that of a figurine
It seemed just like a mystery
Some say it was acquired immune deficiency syndrome
We been on what team he acknowledged
Since we was kids, he lived in a closet
But that changed soon as he went to college
Up there while in the A&T, running with fruity types
D!ck in the booty types, tight pants
Switching their hips, painting their nails
So n!ggas from the Ville had to distance ourselves
He felt the way, remember, he was beefing with me
That's when he moved to the A, I guess, so he could be free
But years later, I heard they seen him walking on brag (Oh-oh)
At 2 a.m. with a lace front, dressing in drag
I shook my head, but still, I began to feel bad
It's like his lifestyle was blocking all the love that we had
We turned our backs on him, some of us called him a fa—
Nah, time's changed, I know that's wrong
Now that we grown, I wish I could apologize, 'cause we did him wrong
Man, why it feel like recently n!ggas ain't living long?
Rest in peace to your boy Filthee, I heard about that too
Last summer, a lot of brothers had got murdered out the blues
S*it was wild, but anyhow, just reaching out
Bearing bad news infused with what I'm thinking bout
Here go the obituary and just in case
There's a program attached that gives you the time and place
It's that funeral home off the merc, the one adjace
To that used car lot where I copped that Ford Escape
I know fame make that s*it hella awkward to be at wakes
But I bet it mean a lot to his family to see your face
If you can make it home, the viewing is on Thursday
Funeral on Friday by plane or by highway, your safety

[Outro]
Safety
Huh, alright, safety
(??)