No Ceiling

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Verse 1: J. Cole

No ceiling on the craft no ceiling on the bars today

no ceiling on the vision that I built along the way

no ceiling on the hunger that the culture couldn't kill

Jermaine from Carolina and I'm fucking climbing still

past every level every limit every wall they built for me

past every quarterly that dropped me past the guilt I see

of almost giving up on everything I always knew

no ceiling on the flow and the flow always coming through.

Every rapper in the game been setting every limit low

accepting what the label said and letting vision go

of something bigger than the chart position or the deal

I been building past the ceiling cause the ceiling ain't real

to a kid who turned the dial tone into a fucking stage

no ceiling on the hunger no ceiling on the rage

of a Carolina kid who refused to be contained

no ceiling on the flow and the flow gonna fucking reign.

Dreamville built from nothing past every limit they set

past every room that told me I ain't fucking ready yet

past every no past every closed door every fucking wall

no ceiling on the vision and the vision got it all

figured out since the basement since the notebook since the pen

no ceiling on the craft and I'm going the fuck in again

every bar a different level every level I own

no ceiling on Jermaine and Jermaine claiming the throne.

Every bitch ass limit they put on the Carolina dream

told me what I was and what I'd never be it seems

like the ones who build the ceilings never built a single thing

from nothing — I built everything from scratch and I'm still king

some kings hand you a ladder then pull it when you climb

I built my own and every rung was paid for with the grind

of a culture that I never asked permission to enter

I walked in with the pen game sharp as a blade in winter.

Verse 2: J. Cole

Every level I achieve they try to move the ceiling higher

every time I reach the top they try to stoke a different fire

of doubt — I convert the doubt to something permanent

no ceiling on the craft and every bar is tournament

of truth against the limit of what they think I can do

no ceiling on Jermaine and the flow always coming through

past every obstacle past every wall past the cold

no ceiling on the story and the story being told.

Built from every scar built from every basement fucking night

built from every closed door built from every fucking fight

with the version of myself that almost let it all go

no ceiling on the hunger and the hunger gonna grow

past every quarterly past every label past the deal

no ceiling on the truth and every single bar is real

Jermaine from 910 and the 910 stands tall

no ceiling on the vision and the vision never fall.

Nigga I been climbing since before they knew the name

no ceiling on the craft and the craft ain't never the same

twice — every bar a different level I been reaching past

no ceiling on the vision and the vision built to last

some people lease the throne and call it ownership for real

I built the whole foundation from the hunger and the steel

of Carolina — no cosign no machine no hand

no ceiling on the vision and the vision always planned.

Every bar a brick every brick a different floor right

no ceiling on the building and the building shining bright

of everything the craft got left to give to the game

no ceiling on Jermaine and Jermaine never the same

version twice — evolving past the limit every time

no ceiling on the flow and every fucking bar is mine

Jermaine from Carolina and the Carolina stands

no ceiling on the vision and the vision in my hands.

Verse 3: J. Cole

No ceiling on the craft no ceiling on the name right here

no ceiling on the flow and the flow coming crystal clear

Jermaine from Carolina built it all alone tonight

no ceiling on the hunger no ceiling on the fight

every bar a different weapon every weapon sharp and real

no ceiling on the vision and the vision how I feel

910 the debut and the debut don't ever play

no ceiling on Jermaine and Jermaine here to stay.

Beat Ends