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J. Cole is a fan of XXXTentacion and thinks that he is “actually talented.”

XXXTentacion is one of the fastest rising young rappers in the game over the last year thanks to his breakout hit “Look At Me.” Despite his success on the charts, a lot of hip hop fans sees him as another whack rapper, but there is an overwhelming amount of rap fans who followed his music. During a rare interview with No Jumper at Adam 22’s OnSomeShit clothing store in Los Angeles. We don’t hear from Cole very often so it’s always good to get his perspective.

During the 30-minute talk, J. Cole says he went through a little period of blackout from hip hop and as a result, he only discovered XXXTentacion last year when the Lauderhill rapper got knocked out on stage by a rival rapper. “I found out about it last year, cuz I was so disconnected for so long to what was going on,” he said. “I been doing this sh*t for so long I’ve been rapping since I was twelve and making beats since I was fifteen and it took a lot to get from this point to that point so I got a little jaded… Last year, when the kid got punched onstage, it was clearly big enough to come to my realm. That leads me to hear some of his sh*t. I was like, ‘Damn. This ni**a’s actually talented.’”

That sentiment from J. Cole will surely resonate with XXXTentacion who has been working hard for months to convince hip hop that he has something significant to bring to the table. Cole is one of those rap elites who is always mentioned in the top five greatest of all-time debate so when he speaks everyone tune in.

During the interview, he also spoke about god and how he once questioned his own beliefs and how that helped him to become the person that he is today.

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(Chorus)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the….

(Verse 1)
I’ma put these racks in your face
In your face, show you that you lame
I’ma stash these M’s at my place
In my place, but no I’m not the bank
I’ma pull that coupe out the race
Who wanna race? We livin’ the fast pace
I’ma put these hoes out on chase
Hit these hoes, get them right out my face
I’ma pull the strap close case
Hit a n*gg* hard send him dat way
I’ma put the gang on your plate (gimme the plate)
You can’t eat off my plate (no eatin’)
Mount it up like the horse on Rari’s (Skrr)
Beat that pop like ortishia
Two feet running from the feds (yeah)
All these n*gg*s lookin like they scared (Yeah, pussy)
Lock a f*ck n*gg* like these dreads (yeah)
Pick a n*gg* up for that bread (Yeah)
We can go there if you want to
I’ll come down if you want to
Load up the rims if you want to
Hop out see what you gon do
We can go there if you want to
I’ll come down if you want to
Load up on the rims if you want to
Hop out gotta see what you gon do
We don’t play with dem lil boys out here naw naw naw (Don’t play)
Big boy bosses all in my seminar
Big boy wraith had them b*tch*s seein’ stars stars (Wraith)
Stunt me out I don’t need no rims on cars
It’s okay
Icing
Icing glaze (Icing glaze)
I don’t take breaks
Shit, wana go blaze? (Blaze)
What’s yo’ page
Sliding on in like snakes

(Chorus)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

(Verse 2)
The higher you go, went through the most
We get to fly, you float
No Malone, but I post
Migos, you know we the goats
We breaking bread, call it loaf
I shoot at that boy, then reload
Walk in the trap in the soul
My jewelry looking froze
Snatch your soul
Come to the north, then we snatch your gold
I had to set up the plug the other day, boy, he was taxing folks
I do it for culture
Bigger than Oprah, Mayweather 50-0
Culture

(Chorus)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

(Verse 3)
(Offset!)
150 choking
Flooded my wrist, it’s soaking
Split up the waters like Moses
I done put furs on loafers
Rolls Royce nightmare, I’m a ghost
Let’s have a codeine toast
N*gg*s ain’t getting no stain on me
Don’t trip, don’t trip, my gang with me
Come to the , stop playing with me
Bricks on bricks, it’s raining keys
N*gg*s can’t hang with me
Lame in the deal, they restrain from me
Bust on the plane, Philipe
She bought me a Wraith, unique
You thots want to f*ck in heat
A million, I bring home a week
She a little beast, f*ck around looking for the keys
Got to trap the zzzs
Please keep the cap for me
Count up the rack, proceed
First see what I got, then leave

(Chorus)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

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(Intro)
Good job First

(Chorus: Post Malone)
Got your hole in me
I put it slow in me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
I put it slow on me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me

(Bridge: Quavo)
Hulla
I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna grind, grind, grind on her
I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Cannot vibe, vibe, vibe on it
Find five, five, five on it
Get live, yeah

(Verse 1: Takeoff)
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me (ayy)
Birds in the traps singin’ like Jodeci
I tip a b**ch just ’cause of my courtesy (tippin’)
Been through her show, pick up my currency (back it)
Versace slippers colored burgundy (‘Sace!)
Rappers be talkin’, think they hurtin’ me (uh uh)
I took us home, make her come work for me (b**ch!)
Keep the Draco case in emergency (grr, grat)
Ridin’ ’round the city
Sippin’ a tea, packin’ the heat, ni**as that lookin’ for me (lookin’ for)
Comin’ up watchin’ them ni**as on TV like they were what I wanted to be (wanted to)
Now they wanna get paid for it, they got us a blessing to see (naw, for real)
Don’t charge ’em on stage for it, Saint Laurent on my feet

(Repeat Chorus: Post Malone)

(Repeat Bridge: Quavo)

(Verse 2: Offset)
I told that b**ch to drop a four for me (drop a four)
Drop my top, now I’m exposing me (skrt, skrt)
A lot of these rappers getting old to me (they kinda old)
Extortion publishing, you owe it to me (you know you owe)
I’m droppin’ the top and showin’ the titties (drop top)
Bunch of the money, we tryna get fitted (went to the mind)
I clear my mind and I had a vision (I had a vision)
And then I arrive with twenty-five b**ches (then they arrive)
We sell out the whole facility
Not likin’ your vibe, your energy (vibe)
I came from the pot with Kimberly (pot)
She sniffin’ the lines, assembly (lines)
We had a good time in Italy (time)
Yo, these ni**as be lyin’ about loyalty (lyin’)
Get on my knees, prayin’ to God to cover me

(Repeat Chorus: Post Malone)

(Repeat Bridge: Quavo)

(Outro: Quavo)
Nawfside, yeah
Can we ride, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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(Intro)
Bad mine deh dah
But good mine deh dah too
Nuh focus on the hate an forsake those weh love yuh
Woo, woo, woo

(Chorus)
The hate is real, but love is reala
Show love to those who love you, true word
Seala, love is reala, True word
Seala, hate is real
But love is reala

(Verse1)
All a di ones them weh love di dwog
An rate the dwog, big up yuh BumbooClaat self
All a di man them weh se man a raise an wah wi fall
Big up yuh bumbooclaat self
Man spen’ to much time a bun hater
Hater can get bun later
Right now man hot like the equator
Di ones weh cheer fi mi a dem mi a cheer fah
Nuff switch up an den a try swim an drop(whop, whop)
Man always deh pon top (whop whop)
Range Rover the new one that
Bad mine, dem can write the book on that
I hate wing a flop but mi caan flop
X-6 Fava panda go look at that
Anybody weh show love, mi show that back
Come to the front of the line mek dem live at back
An anytime dem feel like dem head get hot
An a fi dem frien alone have headback
or a fi dem don alone pocket fat
A dem alone can buy gunshot
Oh mi neva know

(Chorus)
The hate is real, but love is reala
Show love to those who love you, true word
Seala, love is reala, true word
Seala, hate is real
But love is reala

They don’t want to see yuh win
They dont want yuh achieve anything
Dem want say yuh thing a shit
Dem nuh wah seh yuh a di shit
Mi G dont pay dem no mind
Pay mind to the ones dem who wah see yuh shine (yeah)
when yuh walk pass an dem a look pon yuh sideway
Look inna dem eyes an say

(Chorus)
The hate is real, but love is reala
Show love to those who love you, true word
Seala, love is reala, true word
Seala, hate is real
But love is reala

(Outro)
Bad mine deh dah
But good mine deh dah too
Nuh focus on the hate an forsake those who love yuh
Tellin’ yuh
Bad mine deh dah
But good mind right their
If yuh look they’re right there
There and there and there

(Chorus)
The hate is real, but love is reala
Show love to those who love you, true word
Seala, love is reala, true word
Seala, hate is real
But love is reala

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(Intro: Travis Scott & Ty Dolla $ign)
Yeah, white color sand (yeah), frost in my hand (yeah)
Lost it again, yeah (it’s lit), ghost, Danny Phantom (oh yeah)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Marlins make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)

(Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Big Sean)
Coupe outside (outside), she say let me ride
Bust down Rollie with the ice (ice)
Ride ’round the city with a pipe
Wrist frozen (frozen)
Blessed, I guess I’m chosen (chosen)
Hit a lightskin from Oakland
In my old school sideshow
Supersport (oh yeah)
Crash the Porsche (oh yeah)
I was gettin’ head (woah)
She was killin’ it (woah)
Caught an Uber to the dealership (swerve swerve swerve swerve)
Cash out on some new sh*t (woah, look)

(Verse 2: Big Sean)
B**ch, I surround myself with all this loyalty
Swear to God I’m the one, my girl just might propose to me (I swear)
A clique full of CEO’s, none of us got a degree
Made it from the underground, now they back tryna bury me (bury me)
I lean, I sway (woah), with Quay (woah), and Take (God)
I give and hardly take, you level up, I levitate
B**ch you a culture (what?), vulture (woah), poser (woah)
Hungry for exposure, I’m with my Migos soldiers, gone

(Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo)
Yeah, white color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it’s lit)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Marlins make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)
Drank color pink, dirty bags wash it clean (clean, yeah)
Coupe got wings (coupe got)
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like toupee (on top)
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the booth flame (crap)
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)

(Verse 3: Offset)
Pull up the curtains to the Mulsane (hey)
Pavé my set and clip Blu-ray (pavé)
Run to the bag like Hussein (bag)
When I lay my head down got two K’s
Ferrari in Miami Beach (Ferrrari)
I paid one twenty for rose Philippe (Philippe)
I took her soul for keeps, yeah
Back to back Rolls like Meech (Meech)
I check my balance, the cash I’ma double up (bag)
P-90, two-three with the monkey nuts (brrt)
When I look at my wrist it’s a hockey puck (woo)
When I get with a B**ch I’ma pipe her up (hey)
Pour that lean on that ice (lean)
Leaving my dreams covered in ice (dream)
Wedding band rings, ain’t no wife
Tryna get the demons out of my sight

(Verse 4: Takeoff)
Ni**a we ain’t hiding we straight (nope)
I’m talking big plate with that steak (steak)
Ni**as be watchin’ out ’cause they scoping (watchin’)
Geeked off of Adderall, they off focus (acid)
Sipping on Tylenol, having codeine withdrawls
A ni**a must got to be joking (joking)
Don’t want the pack, it ain’t potent (uh)
Look at wrist, water came from the ocean (ice)
I’m laughing, never lacking (no)
Everlasting, flipping work like gymnastics (flippin’ it)
Wrapping it up in the plastic (wrappin’ it)
Smoking it up in the ashes (ashes)
Looking and watching which ass is gon’ be the fattest (asses)
I pick the B**ch up and smash it
2018 we don’t pass, we trash it

(Repeat Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo)

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