“Look, some niggas let there dirt out. Some niggas keep it in ‘em.
So when a man dies all his secrets go with him.
And fame a part of history no longer known.
Done did a lot of dirt, I’ll bury with me when I’m gone.
When my story’s told, how will they tell it?
Will they say I was a giver or will they say I was selfish?
Will they say I was a sinner or pretend I was a saint?
Will I go down as a winner, what’s the picture they gon’ paint?
Wouldn’t say that I’m a quitter, that’s one thing I know I ain’t ain’t
Will they tarnish, will they taint? Glorify me, overthink.
Say they know me, say I’m great. Say I’m phoney, I was fake.
Say the things about me they never told me to my face.
I was loved, I was hated. Just a nigga with a dream.
I’m a liar, I was honest, I was all of these things.
When I’m gone let ‘em talk. They discussing who I am.
When they bury me just know, I was nothing but a man.”—J. Cole (Farewell)