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Lion King On Ice
J. Cole Lyrics


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(Your every kiss)
(Your every touch)

I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
Got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
Got a whole lot to prove

Uh
Sip from the bottle for shit that we bottlin' in
Goin' live but we not on the 'Gram
It's the land of supply and demand
All my young niggas choppin' up grams
And them choppas, won't pry from they hands
Packin' lead like they got a exam
If it's beef, my nigga look just like home wreckers
They got they eye on your mans
I pray to God that it jam
Too many done died in these parts
So we gotta be smart if we tryna see August
Some nigga won't make it past summer, regardless
I'm tryin' my hardest to stack my deposit
These niggas be lookin' at me like I got it
Deep down inside, though, I still feel as broke
As that nigga who just graduated from college
Scrapin' up change that got left in my pockets
I'm tryna make nickels turn into a dollar
Ridin' the train, way too shy to go holler
Just watched her get off at a stop, I'm a coward
Fuck it, though, you got a way bigger target
I'ma do it so big, they don't know what to call it
Sound like a whole Lambo truck in my stomach
Bitch, I ain't hungry, this feeling is starving
Gotta move mama from out them apartments
Gotta put 'Ville on the map, we forgotten
Gotta hit hoes you hang up at your locker
Gotta get rich 'cause my granny pick cotton
Gotta make hits, 'cause if nothin', I'm floppin'
Gotta stay me in the process
Nigga dissed me, it was nonsense
I sat 'em down like his father
My nigga asked, "Why you bother?"
We shoulda caught him and mobbed him
I said, "We gotta move smarter"
Don't wan' be the reason for one more sad song
I tried to warn niggas they wouldn't last long
I hope that you see how they came and they went
They shots never hit but they made their attempts
May have a good year like their name on a blimp
But you know what it take to be poppin' this long
Dedication on another level niggas never seen in they life
Celebratin' all your first downs like they touchdowns, bring a price
Young Simba had a bustdown, yeah, the Lion King on ice
Niggas wanted me to look the part, had to stop takin' advice
Put the jewelry to the side, had to find me, had to find God
Half the time, we be pacifyin', what they expect from us?
But that's treacherous, that shows less of us
I need y'all to see every part of me
Every scar and every artery
Every story that I can recall, then I can fall

I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
Got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
Got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie

Uh
Lately, I reflect on the times a nigga was low
I got it up off the floor, I'm stronger than ever before
I'm stronger than ever before, just like I planned to be
They wanna see me fold, it ain't no thing to me
Thoughts when I was broke, "If only I could be"
Pockets holdin' hope, it ain't no thing to me
At night, I hit my knees, I pray for better days
Then found the better me, I got my head on straight
Up, up and away, just ridin' my wave
I ain't ever gon' say nothin'
Nigga throw a shot my way, I just jot down names
But never gon' say nothin'
Know you be stressin', hate only block your blessin'
I'm never gon' say nothin'
Quit all that flexin', niggas live check to check
I'm never gon' say nothin', know that it's destined

Overall Meaning

In J. Cole's song "Lion King on Ice," the chorus repeats the lines "I got blood on my hands, I ain't gonna lie / I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gonna lie / I got real, real big plans, I ain't gonna lie / Got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gonna lie." These lyrics reveal the heavy weight of responsibility, mistakes, and the desire for success that Cole has on his shoulders. He's not afraid to acknowledge the challenges he's faced or the doubts he's encountered. He, however, remains determined to rise to the occasion and prove himself. The chorus acts as a reminder that Cole still has ways to go, and he still has to work towards achieving his goals, but he will not be deterred.


In the rest of the song, Cole talks about his struggles, both internal and external. He acknowledges the violence and tragedies around him and the impact it's had on his community. He hopes to move smarter to avoid such adversities, and in doing so, become more prosperous. Cole also contemplates the burden of fame and the misconceptions that come with it, making the point of showing every aspect of himself, scars, and all. Overall, "Lion King on Ice" is a deep reflection of the weight that success carries and the desire to rise to the top, despite obstacles.


Line by Line Meaning

(Your every kiss)
I am deeply influenced and affected by your love and affection


(Your every touch)
Your physical presence and contact leave a lasting impact on me


I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I have been involved in immoral or harmful actions, and I admit it


I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I have been in dirty or messy situations, and I admit it


I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
I have ambitious and significant goals that I am determined to achieve


Got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie
I have a lot to demonstrate and validate to myself and others


Sip from the bottle for shit that we bottlin' in
We drink alcohol to cope with and silence our bottled-up emotions and struggles


Goin' live but we not on the 'Gram
We live our lives authentically, but it doesn't always match the curated version presented on social media


It's the land of supply and demand
We live in a society driven by the principles of acquiring and fulfilling needs and wants


All my young niggas choppin' up grams
The young people around me are involved in drug dealing and cutting substances


And them choppas, won't pry from they hands
They hold onto their firearms tightly and are ready to use them if challenged


Packin' lead like they got a exam
They possess and carry guns as if they are preparing for a test or imminent danger


If it's beef, my nigga look just like home wreckers
When confronted with conflict or rivalry, my friends act aggressively and destructively towards others


They got they eye on your mans
They are observing and targeting my close friends or associates


I pray to God that it jam
I hope that the gun they carry malfunctions or fails to fire when necessary


Too many done died in these parts
This area has experienced significant loss of lives


So we gotta be smart if we tryna see August
To survive and live until August, we must exercise intelligence and caution


Some nigga won't make it past summer, regardless
There are individuals who will not survive the summer, regardless of circumstances


I'm tryin' my hardest to stack my deposit
I am working my hardest to save and accumulate money


These niggas be lookin' at me like I got it
Others perceive me as if I have immense wealth or resources


Deep down inside, though, I still feel as broke
Despite external appearances, I still feel financially and emotionally inadequate


As that nigga who just graduated from college
I feel as broke as a recent college graduate, struggling to make ends meet


Scrapin' up change that got left in my pockets
I am desperate, collecting every bit of spare change I find


I'm tryna make nickels turn into a dollar
I am attempting to turn small amounts of money into significant sums


Ridin' the train, way too shy to go holler
I take public transportation but lack the confidence to approach and talk to people I'm attracted to


Just watched her get off at a stop, I'm a coward
I cowardly watched someone I was interested in get off the train without making a move


Fuck it, though, you got a way bigger target
Despite my fears and insecurities, you have more significant concerns and challenges to deal with


I'ma do it so big, they don't know what to call it
I will achieve such immense success and impact that it will defy categorization


Sound like a whole Lambo truck in my stomach
I am feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety, like the roaring engine of a Lamborghini truck


Bitch, I ain't hungry, this feeling is starving
I am not merely experiencing hunger; this feeling of ambition and desire is intense and all-consuming


Gotta move mama from out them apartments
I must find a way to improve my mother's living conditions and move her out of her current apartment


Gotta put 'Ville on the map, we forgotten
I need to bring recognition and attention to my hometown ('Ville) that has been overlooked and neglected


Gotta hit hoes you hang up at your locker
I need to pursue romantic relationships with attractive women whom you would typically ignore or disregard


Gotta get rich 'cause my granny pick cotton
I am driven to achieve wealth and success because my grandmother endured the hardships of picking cotton


Gotta make hits, 'cause if nothin', I'm floppin'
I need to consistently create successful and popular music; otherwise, I will become a failure in the industry


Gotta stay me in the process
I must remain true to myself and my values throughout my journey


Nigga dissed me, it was nonsense
When someone insulted or criticized me, it was without any valid reason or substance


I sat 'em down like his father
I confronted and addressed them firmly and authoritatively, like a father figure


My nigga asked, 'Why you bother?'
My friend questioned why I even bothered to engage with or respond to the disrespectful person


We shoulda caught him and mobbed him
We should have physically confronted and attacked him for his derogatory behavior


I said, 'We gotta move smarter'
I emphasized the importance of acting intelligently and strategically in response to conflicts


Don wan' be the reason for one more sad song
I do not want to contribute to another sad or tragic narrative through my actions or decisions


I tried to warn niggas they wouldn't last long
I made efforts to caution certain individuals about the potential consequences of their actions and predicted their eventual downfall


I hope that you see how they came and they went
I desire for you to recognize the fleeting nature and transience of certain people who entered our lives


They shots never hit but they made their attempts
Although their attempts to harm or attack us were unsuccessful, they still made an effort


May have a good year like their name on a blimp
They might experience temporary success or fame, like having their name displayed on a blimp, but it won't be lasting


But you know what it take to be poppin' this long
However, you understand the dedication, commitment, and resilience required to remain popular and successful for an extended period


Dedication on another level niggas never seen in they life
My level of dedication and devotion to my craft is unparalleled and beyond what most people have witnessed in their lives


Celebratin' all your first downs like they touchdowns, bring a price
People around me value and appreciate even the small milestones and achievements, as if they were significant victories


Young Simba had a bustdown, yeah, the Lion King on ice
I, as a young and successful artist like Simba from 'The Lion King,' wear expensive jewelry and live a luxurious lifestyle


Niggas wanted me to look the part, had to stop takin' advice
Others expected me to conform to a certain image, but I realized that I should stop listening to their suggestions and instead be true to myself


Put the jewelry to the side, had to find me, had to find God
I decided to prioritize my inner self and spiritual connection with God over material possessions and external representations of success


Half the time, we be pacifyin', what they expect from us?
Most of the time, we are trying to appease or satisfy others' expectations of us


But that's treacherous, that shows less of us
However, this behavior is deceitful and diminishes our true selves


I need y'all to see every part of me
I want others to witness and understand every aspect of my being, both the flaws and the strengths


Every scar and every artery
I want to expose and reveal all my wounds and vulnerabilities, as well as the depths of my passion and creativity


Every story that I can recall, then I can fall
By sharing every significant experience and narrative from my past, I will feel liberated and free to embrace my true self


Lately, I reflect on the times a nigga was low
Recently, I've been thinking and contemplating about the moments when I was at my lowest point


I got it up off the floor, I'm stronger than ever before
I managed to overcome my difficulties and hardships, and now I am more resilient and powerful than ever


Just like I planned to be
This outcome aligns with the intentions and goals I had set for myself


They wanna see me fold, it ain't no thing to me
There are people who desire to witness my failure and downfall, but their wishes hold no power over me


Thoughts when I was broke, 'If only I could be'
When I was financially struggling, I often had thoughts like, 'If only I could be' in a better position


Pockets holdin' hope, it ain't no thing to me
Even when I had little money, I held onto hope and remained unfazed by my circumstances


At night, I hit my knees, I pray for better days
During the nighttime, I kneel down and pray for improved circumstances and brighter future


Then found the better me, I got my head on straight
As a result, I discovered a more improved version of myself, and I now have a clear and focused mindset


Up, up and away, just ridin' my wave
I am soaring and progressing forward, riding the momentum of my own success and growth


I ain't ever gon' say nothin'
I will never speak ill or expose confidential information


Nigga throw a shot my way, I just jot down names
If someone tries to provoke me or insult me, I simply make a mental note of their name


But never gon' say nothin'
However, I will not react or respond to their provocations or insults


Know you be stressin', hate only block your blessin'
I know you experience stress, but allowing hate into your life will only hinder your blessings


I'm never gon' say nothin'
I will never engage in negative talk or contribute to spreading negativity


Quit all that flexin', niggas live check to check
Stop boasting and showing off because many people struggle to make ends meet


I'm never gon' say nothin', know that it's destined
I will remain silent and avoid indulging in unnecessary drama or conflicts because I believe in destiny's plans




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jermaine Cole, Tahj Morgan, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams

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@rhett9602

You're everything, you're everything

[Chorus]
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
I got a whole lot to prove

[Verse 1]
Uh, sip from the bottle for shit that we bottlin' in
Goin' live but we not on the 'Gram
It's the land of supply and demand
All my young niggas choppin' up grams
And them choppas, won't pry from they hands
Packin' lead like they got a exam
If it's beef, my nigga look just like home wreckers
They got they eye on your mans
I pray to God for the jam
Too many done died in these parts
So we gotta be smart if we tryna see August
Some niggas won't make it past summer, regardless
I'm tryin' my hardest to stack my deposits
These niggas be lookin' at me like I got it
Deep down inside, though, I still feel as broke
As that nigga who just graduated from college
Scrapin' up change that got left in my pockets
I'm tryna make nickels turn into a dollar
Ridin' the train, way too shy to go holler
Just watch, then get off at my stop, I'm a coward
Fuck it, though, you got a way bigger target
I'ma do it so big, they don't know what to call it
Sound like a whole Lambo truck in my stomach
Bitch, I ain't hungry, this feeling is starving
Gotta move momma from out them apartments
Gotta put 'Ville on the map, we forgotten
Gotta hit hoes, you hang up at your locker
Gotta get rich 'cause my granny pick cotton
Gotta make hits, 'cause if nothin', I'm floppin'
Gotta stay me in the process
Nigga dissed me, it was nonsense
I sat 'em down like his father
My nigga asked, "Why you bother?"
We should caught him and mobbed him
I said, "We gotta move smarter"
Don't wan' be the reason for one more sad song
I tried to warn niggas they wouldn't last long
I hope that you see how they came and they went
They shots never hit but they made their attempts
May have a good year like their name on a blimp
But you know what it take to be poppin' this long
Dedication on another level niggas never seen in they life
Celebratin' all your first downs like they touchdowns, bring a price
Young Simba had a buss down, yeah, the Lion King on ice
Niggas wanted me to look the part, had to stop takin' advice
Put the jewelry to the side, had to find me, had to find God
Half the time, we be pacifyin' what they expect from us
But that’s treacherous, that shows less of us
I need y’all to see every part of me, every scar and every artery
Every story that I can recall, then I can fall
[Chorus]
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie

[Verse 2]
Uh, lately, I reflect, on the times a nigga was low
I got it up off the floor, I'm stronger than ever before
I'm stronger than ever before, just like I planned to be
They wanna see me fold, it ain't no thang to me
Thoughts when I was broke, "If only I could be"
Pockets holdin' hope, it ain't no thang to me
At night, I hit my knees, I pray for better days
Then found the better me, I got my head on straight

[Outro]
Up, up and away
Just ridin' my wave, I ain't ever gon' say nothin'
Niggas done shot my way, I just jot down names
But ain't ever gon' say nothin'
Know you been stressin', hate only block your blessin'
I ain't ever gon' say nothin'
Quit all that flexing', niggas love checkin', checkin'
Never gon' say nothin'



@ovo6side463

[Intro]
You're everything, you're everything

[Chorus]
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
I got a whole lot to prove

[Verse 1]
Uh, sip from the bottle for shit that we bottlin' in
Goin' live but we not on the 'Gram
It's the land of supply and demand
All my young niggas choppin' up grams
And them choppas, won't pry from they hands
Packin' lead like they got a exam
If it's beef, my nigga look just like home wreckers
They got they eye on your mans
I pray to God it’ll jam
Too many done died in these parts
So we gotta be smart if we tryna see August
Some niggas won't make it past summer, regardless
I'm tryin' my hardest to stack my deposits
These niggas be lookin' at me like I got it
Deep down inside, though, I still feel as broke
As that nigga who just graduated from college
Scrapin' up change that got left in my pockets
I'm tryna make nickels turn into a dollar
Ridin' the train, way too shy to go holler
Just watched her get off at a stop, I'm a coward
Fuck it, though, you got a way bigger target
I'ma do it so big, they don't know what to call it
Sound like a whole Lambo truck in my stomach
Bitch, I ain't hungry, this feeling is starving
Gotta move momma from out them apartments
Gotta put 'Ville on the map, we forgotten
Gotta hit hoes, you hang up at your locker
Gotta get rich 'cause my granny pick cotton
Gotta make hits, 'cause if nothin', I'm floppin'
Gotta stay me in the process
Nigga dissed me, it was nonsense
I sat 'em down like his father
My nigga asked, "Why you bother?"
We shoulda caught him and mobbed him
I said, "We gotta move smarter"
Don't wan' be the reason for one more sad song
I tried to warn niggas they wouldn't last long
I hope that you see how they came and they went
They shots never hit but they made their attempts
May have a good year like their name on a blimp
But you know what it take to be poppin' this long
Dedication on another level niggas never seen in they life
Celebratin' all your first downs like they touchdowns, bring a price
Young Simba had a buss down, yeah, the Lion King on ice
Niggas wanted me to look the part, had to stop takin' advice
Put the jewelry to the side, had to find me, had to find God
Half the time, we be pacifyin', what they expect from us?
But that’s treacherous, that shows less of us
I need y’all to see every part of me, every scar and every artery
Every story that I can recall, then I can fall [Chorus]
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie

[Verse 2]
Uh, lately, I reflect, on the times a nigga was low
I got it up off the floor, I'm stronger than ever before
I'm stronger than ever before, just like I planned to be
They wanna see me fold, it ain't no thang to me
Thoughts when I was broke, "If only I could be"
Pockets holdin' hope, it ain't no thang to me
At night, I hit my knees, I pray for better days
Then found the better me, I got my head on straight

[Outro]
Up, up and away
Just ridin' my wave, I ain't ever gon' say nothin'
Nigga throw a shot my way, I just jot down names
But never gon' say nothin'
Know you be stressin', hate only block your blessin'
I'm never gon' say nothin'
Quit all that flexin', niggas live check to check
I'm never gon' say nothin', know that it's destin-



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@grieskaterwaynie3722

Cole is a rare breed, he still rap like he hungry and has something to prove. Respect

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2:28 true, he even says in the line

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