• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Goin' Off - J. Cole
• I Get Up - J. Cole
• Good Game - J. Cole
• Cosmic Kev Freestyle - J. Cole
• J. Cole - J. Cole
• Visionz Of Home - J. Cole
• Dollar And A Dream Iii - J. Cole
• God's Gift - J. Cole
• Cole World - J. Cole
• Can I Holla At Ya - J. Cole
• Maine On Fire - J. Cole
• Niggaz Know - J. Cole
• New York Times (ft. 50 Cent & Bas) - J. Cole
• Ain't That Some Shit (interlude) - J. Cole
• Runaway - J. Cole
• Trouble - J. Cole
• Head Bussa - J. Cole
• Land Of The Snakes - J. Cole
• Winter Schemes (ft. Wale) - J. Cole
• Cole Summer - J. Cole
• Cousins (ft. Bas) - J. Cole
• Cousins - J. Cole
• Kenny Lofton (ft. Young Jeezy) - J. Cole
• Daddys Little Girl - J. Cole
• Dollar & A Dream Ii - J. Cole
• College Boy - J. Cole
• Sparks Will Fly (ft. Jhene Aiko) - J. Cole
• Knock Knock - J. Cole
• Who Dat - J. Cole
• Throw It Up - J. Cole
• True Love - J. Cole
• Royal Flush - J. Cole
• No Holding Me Back - J. Cole
• Carolina On My Mind - J. Cole
• The Plan - J. Cole
• Unabomber - J. Cole
• Dreams - J. Cole
• Split You Up - J. Cole
• Never Told - J. Cole
• Heartache - J. Cole
• Cheer Up - J. Cole
• Freestyle At Sxsw - J. Cole
• Freestyle At House Of Blues - J. Cole
• 3 Wishes - J. Cole
• Hold it Down - J. Cole
• See World - J. Cole
• Villuminati - J. Cole
• Mo Money (interlude) - J. Cole
• Killers - J. Cole
• Villematic - J. Cole
• Let Nas Down - J. Cole
• Dead Presidents II - J. Cole
• Too Deep For The Intro - J. Cole
• Home For The Holidays - J. Cole
• Rich Niggaz - J. Cole
• Nothing Lasts Forever - J. Cole
• Wildfire - J. Cole
• Chris Tucker (ft. 2 Chainz) - J. Cole
• She Knows - J. Cole
• Breakdown - J. Cole
• Rise And Shine - J. Cole
• Show Me Something - J. Cole
• Sideline Story - J. Cole
• Born Sinner - J. Cole
• Friday Night Lights - J. Cole
• Mr. Nice Watch (ft. Jay-z) - J. Cole
• Forbidden Fruit (ft. Kendrick Lamar) - J. Cole

(*Prod. by J. Cole)
Fuck it*
Do or Die, new arrival,
Holla at my niggas,
You survive you's alive, yo,
Now either you follow me and ride, or you's a rival.
The difference between you and I is you a model, you posing.
But who am I though?
The mulatto out for that lotto,
Money coming soon, the newest model,
Your crew is hollow,
The type of niggas got more dick, chew and swallow.
Your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal,
Oh shucks, you niggas is closed, you fold up.
I'm from the Ville, niggas get killed over four bucks,
Thank God we made it, my niggas, we grown up,
Now we crazy over that bread, call us the "dough-nuts, " uh,
More sluts once the money blows up,
But them hoes stop if the dough drops,
I won't stop though, a chip off the 'ol block.
I'm from a city where niggas hole blocks,
Leave you looking like old socks, damn,
Cops patrol blocks, spotting on us,
The boys is rotten, I know they want us,
Probably arrest a nigga, get a bonus,
You kill a nigga, get promoted,
Shit is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas,
So much I just go nuts,
Niggas telling me slow up,
Remember that,
I'm tryna get where that cheddar at,
Y'all don't hear me,
Always somebody that don't want you getting cheese, yo,
This whole bullshit is like Tom and Jerry,
I'm kinda very raw, niggas can't deny facts,
If you black they sending you to jail or Iraq,
Honor is something you can't sell or buy back,
Niggas don't like bragging, they 9-11 fly cats,
Hijack niggas, "Get up out your whip nigga, strip!
I want it all- ice on your wrists and the kicks, "
This shit happens, I ain't just rapping, believe it yo,
They got streets in the city police won't even go,
Peep it though, uh,
It ain't no secret, niggas beefing cause my ego so big,
It got me speaking like I'm diesel, like I'm devil, oh,
Niggas know my stylo, I ain't tweaking, I am lethal though,
Have your daddy looking for you,
This ain't Finding Nemo though.
Let me slow it down, dumb it down, y'all warned,
The son came up out that womb, yo, a star is born.
If real recognize real, y'all are foreign,

Ha-yea
Carolina stand Up! (humming)
Im good to go yo, yea
I woke up early in the morning hoes blowing up my phone
Aint no use for small talking when they know Im trynna bone, fuck em'
I holla "lata;" man right now my minds else where
My moms healthcare, get her out this hell here
A lot of niggas fail, frail nigga wont prevail here
We seen it all men niggas cant even spell "scared"
A fresh prince but yo my city aint no Bel-Air
Fuck if you excel Im worried bout' my welfare
So farewell to them broke days and bonjour to the most paid
So as my doe strait I throw the wifey in some Dolce
And put some chains on my niggas like I own slaves
I get up, look out the window hope the sun shining down on the niggas out there frontlin'n
I hit the street and seem them boys out there locking up some older heads
said "God damn homie hold your head" and hold your head
Chorus
I get up, I see the clouds from my window, I pray the sun don't shine this way
And where I go is the wind blow, momma your son gon' find his way
And if I gotta crawl Imma make it to the end though
Until the top if I climb my way, and tell em' imma rise
I'm on my -headin for the sky-im on my way
Verse Two
Yea paint a picture and show the deaf what its like to listen
And speak the words and tell the blind man what he missing
For all my niggas doing time man up in prison
Thought you had to resort to crime man fuck the system!
We raising babies up in Haiti where there aint no hope
Aint no fathers don't take no scholarship to slang no dope
Politicians hollern' bout problems but I aint gon' vote
Keep talking bout' change til we floating in the same old boat
So tell me how Im supposed to feel what the president spoke-never-
We he aint never had to struggle aint never been broke-never-
Aint even rode through the ghetto aint never been close-never-
Trusting this government like trusting the devil in oath
A rebel with quotes- I Get Up!-
Lifestyles of the young, black and wreckless
A generation of niggas strapped and asking questions
Like, "Tell me why I aint got shit"
I let this liquors fill my liver with them toxics (as I sip)
Chorus
I get up, I see the clouds from my window, I pray the sun don't shine this way
And where I go is the wind blow, momma your son gon' find his way
And if I gotta crawl Imma make it to the end though
Until the top if I climb my way, and tell em' imma rise
I'm on my -headin for the sky-im on my way
Verse Three
Yea to all my niggas paper chasing I pray for your patience-please-
Just keep the faith that you gon' make it one day you'll be cake'n
Taking this shit one step at a time
That real shit is stuck in my mind
But to that bullshit, I'm deaf and I'm blind
Destined to shine, Imma find a way
Cuz hey, damnit these jobs out here aint trynna pay, I pray
Granted, 9 to5 is how you survive I aint trynna survive
Im trynna throw my momma in rides
Imma provide for my seed Im the soil
Ill teach em' bout loyalty
Ill teach him that his skin black like oil that's for royalty
Ill show him all the things that my pops was never showing me
Treat him like a growing tree
With this poetry I get up!
And show the sons how to lead not to follow
The present is our gift but our seeds got tomorrow
So please niggas raise your kids
And hope them overcome that bullshit they dazed us with
I blaze this shit and-
Chorus
I get up, I see the clouds from my window, I pray the sun don't shine this way (I get up)
And where I go is the wind blow, momma your son gon' find his way (I get up)
And if I gotta crawl Imma make it to the end though
Until the top if I climb my way, and tell em' imma rise
I'm on my -headin for the sky-im on my way
Talking
Take em' to church nigga (laughs)
Uh-uh-uh (bunch of Uh's)
Yea imma take em to the top!
Chorus
I get up, I see the clouds from my window, I pray the sun don't shine this way (and Imma take em to the top!)
And where I go is the wind blow, momma your son gon' find his way
And if I gotta crawl Imma make it to the end though
Until the top if I climb my way, and tell em' imma rise

Hey, hey (Yeah)*
Hey (Warm Up, Warm Up)
Uh (Warm Up, Warm Up)
Hip-Hop game, haha
Warm Up, yeah
Ay bring them drums in
Hip-Hop game nigga
Ay, Warm Up
Got a dolla and a dream
Just watch nigga
Warm Up!
Yeah, hey!
Hey, I'm just a Carolina nigga goin' hard for the 'Ville
I ain't seen six figures but I feel like a mill'
Cause I'm fresh up off the deal, will I chill? Never that!
I'm the hottest nigga out and you could tell the devil that
Got that crack! Went from pebble to that Roc, pedal that
So much bass, I mean niggas can't tell where the trouble at
On the track, niggas can't keep up, they look, they trailin' back
Now they bustas couldn't catch up even if I pedal back
Won't lose, bet on that! I'll be in debt forever
Plus whatever Jigga say, I'm hot
That's like the pot call kettle black
Now these industry niggas like damn, "Jay said all that? "
Same niggas could've signed me, now they gon regret all that
Bet on that! Bitch, this my beat, look how I get on that shit
I'm on it like I own it cus I sewn it
Needle and thread, hip-hop peers know them drums express youself
Aye look, I tried to school these niggas, they need extra help
I mean they just don't get the message dawg, no test could help
And now I'm on some 'fuck you niggas', go molest yourself
I'm tryna ball til I fall, catch myself, then ball again
Fall to the floor, dust myself, do it all again
Part of him, sick nigga, never been a bitch nigga
Spit it for them ones like me who never been a rich nigga
Had to dream to make a team and get up off the bench nigga
You fuckin' with me, your odds in the slimmer thena stick figure
Get bigga nigga
Hey, blood, sweat and tears, I paid my price
Hey, so come and get this good game
Aye you should come and get this good game
Hey, hey
I pray for days and nights I gave my life
Hey, so you can come and get this good game
Think you should come and get this good game
Hey heeyy
Yeah
I'm just a down south nigga, lil' east coast flow
From the concrete jungle where the trees don't grow
From the 'Ville, where the motherfuckin' streets so cold
Nigga I could show you streets where police won't go
We just tryna get a piece, my nigga we so po'
Why you lookin' at him, wonderin' why he sold dope
Or why she smoke crack? Or why he tot gats?
Gotta stay up on your toes cus if your feet both flat
A nigga heat gon' clap, your heartbeat go flat
The Lord giveth and he taketh, while he repo that
They don't quiver, they don't shake, man they just reload gats
So much beef for a nigga to have a feast on that
Now a nigga like myself ain't had to keep no gats
But nowadays mo'fuckers is weak, won't scrap
So them OG's tell a nigga, "Please, roll strapped"
It's fucked up a nigga man it be's like that
It be's like that (Hey) and it be's like that (Hey)
Them boys from the 'Ville and yeah it be's like that
Hey, blood, sweat and tears, I paid my price (Yeah, J. Cole nigga)
Hey, so come and get this good game
(Shut me out man, shout out to Hip-Hop game)
Aye you should come and get this good game
(Uh uh uh uh, the Warm Up) Hey, hey
I pray for days and nights I gave my life
(Shout out to my nigga Elite and that's me on the beat, yeah)
Hey, so you can come and get this good game
(Look out for, for that Warm Up!)
Think you should come and get this good game
(Watch out for, for that Warm Up!)
Hey heeyy (And I'm out)
Hey heeyy (Bitch)
Hey heeyy
Hey heeyy

It took me all day to find some inspiration
It just hit me like a ton of bricks no renovation
Problem with the game now, there aint no innovation
I see my shit all in your shit, we call that imitation
And they say that's flattering but I aint flattered at all
Matter fact y'all need to practice that more
See my man Nate, ask me if I gain weight, I said nah
My pockets got fatter, that's all
Money was an issue but now that that's solved, I ball, I ball
Like Kobe in the fall
Put trophies on my wall, rather trophies on my man
And dog, my shows be off the handle
Take the proceeds, go to gamble, ha
Bet it all black, and pray I quadruple my salary
If I win maybe then I can pay Sallie Mae
Told her I be dealing with some real life shit
She be asking when, bitch, when I feel like it
Cole World, Cole life, Cole blooded
I be on my shit and look at all the hoes love it
Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club staring at me
How that feel? Very happy
Cole World, Boy, check the degree's
These lil n-ggas is trash go and get the Febreeze
That's why I blew up on you sucka's all thats left is debris
One soldier's all that's left is fatigues
Act like you know me boy, I'm Kobe
How the f-ck you gon step in my league
Rapping bout bullshit, your message fatigue
Played out, phoney n-gga probably only got arrested for weed
and out here talking that dime shit
Dom Perignon shit
Not gon cut it like some scissors on my lawn shit
Grown cause I own shit
This is what you won't get
Game so cold, bring the blizzard to the Palms
I'm a wizard, I'm a don and I put this on my mom
I'm offended, I'm appalled
If y'all ain't bowing
Claim you a monster but y'all aint growling
Claim you a beast, why y'all aint howling?
'Bout as sweet as a jumper on the gay Ray Allen
I'm 'bout f-cking hoes like Ray J wylin'
Killin' n-ggas like K K K violence
I guess it's why they pay homage
Momma I'mma be BIG and I put that on the late great Wallace
Christopher, check my temperature, nigga my integers..
Whatever man
Alone in my zone, tell me don't it sound stunning
Been f-cked the world but she just now cummin'
If I ever fell off I would hit the ground runnin'
I aint never been the one for fourth down puntin'
Aiming at a couple heads, bitch I'm crown huntin'
Red dots cause a nigga dread locks
So I lock pick just to lock shit back
I want Money, Power, Respect since the Lox said that
Better stay up on your toes, this is not tic tac
Yet, I'm a breath of fresh air, you can place your bets here
Ballin' like a Laker you should pray for next year
Cause I'm repeating and I'm 3-peatin'
And I'm knee deep in the game its quick sand and I keep leakin'
The label heat seekin', nigga aint sign me, what the f-ck was he thinkin'
They say I killed the game, that was only pre-season
I'm heavy
I'm Heavy
Man, I'm already hot, you can say I'm pre-heated

[Intro]
Cole World, the new Nat King
If I ain't the illest nigga, I'm his new vaccine
Really more like poison when his New Jack Swing
And my bed is like a deck of cards – two black queens
A nigga don't like me, he just a fucking hater
What you made last week, I just tipped the fucking waiter
What that feel like? Tell me what that feel like?
Nigga fuck your Twitter, bitches follow me in real life
[Interlude]
Welcome back, ladies and gentleman, to a brand new season.
Dreamville, Cole World. So much is happening, our time apart. I can't wait to share it with you all in due time.
Did you miss me? I know I missed you. Can't believe these niggas ain't rap on this shit man.
[Verse 1]
Heard niggas got beef, then they see me on the street, and don't speak
Heard niggas dropping songs every week, but they weak
Yeah I heard about your deal, hope they keep the receipt
Heard niggas out there saying I would be Memphis Bleek
Well, how you feel when that nigga got mills?
And you sitting, commenting, discussing on how you feel?
Bout another nigga shit, or another nigga chips
Meanwhile I'm on the strip, putt puttin' wit ya bitch
Cut something in the 6 then dip to 160
Bitch don't fuck with me, trust nigga I'm sick
Can't tell me, fuck nigga I'm it
Watch this
Look, with my heart on my sleeve, I bleed pardon my greed
I plead insanity, with a side of vanity
How can it be
I blew up singlehandedly, nobody handed me shit
Granted though, I planned to be rich
Understandably, funny how I talk so candidly
On cameras but won't holla at family only randomly
After a few drinks come our realest convos
My handle on my thoughts used to be as ill as Rondo's
Screaming fuck whitey, forgetting I'm still mulatto

visions of home, the streets that i roamed it's been a while
raised me like the father i aint never had, i'm still your child
and though i've grown in ways that you never known
i ventured into the world, i moved out all on my own
i'm doing this all for you, i hate to leave you alone
see shit you wouldn't believe, i write 'em down in these poems
and put 'em out for the world, i know you listening too
heard you saying shit about me, i hope the shit isn't true
man look at this shit i came from, this narrow point of view
how you hating on a nigga that wanted it more than you?
i ran through them spots with you and f-cked the same bitches too
and just because i rocked with you i scrapped with them niggas too
came back for them niggas too, aint no trappin' nigga it's true
yet they play me on repeat cause i rap for them niggas too
they see i started with nothing but passion and then i blew
to the roc, damn the tops a spectacular fucking view
visions of home, visions of home
visions of home, visions of home (yeah)
visions of home, this is my zone
this is my joy, this is my pain, this is my song
this is for my cousin ricky, damn niggas its been too long
hate that my nigga smitty slangin' but to each his own
gotta feed yo'self, smoke a little weed just to ease yo'self
fuck the whole world i don't need your help
you're the reason why momma had those rocks
all my niggas never even had no pops
'memba that, you remember that?
if you don't, double back
momma found a much better crib on a safe street
but i'm still where the trouble at
where the trouble at?
thats cause my flows there
what it look like if i don't go there
i'm dead wrong, it's been way too long (long)
my folks there, what it look like if i don't go there?
i'm dead wrong, it's been way too long
visions of home, visions of home
visions of home nigga, visions of home
i'm coming home, coming home
yeah cole world
you know what it is

Yeah, hey, Cole world
Hey, I gotta dollar and a dream, that's all a nigga got
So if it's bout that cream, then I'm all up in the spot
I got a dollar and a dream, just a dollar and a dream
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Cole, walk with a nigga, I give you my pain
So much on my mind, I wonder how it fit in my brain
Scattered thoughts, dark secrets lead me to a blacker heart
Life can't get any worse, Stevie with his glasses off
Cause I still don't see hope, lookin' for a quick fix
When everyone I see is broke, get lost in weed smoke
Knowin' it make it worse, thoughts roam uncontrollably
Barely trustin' niggas, over a decade they been knowin' me
Shit, life at the bottom, nobody but God got em'
They say he wouldn't leave me, yet I'm fallin' like it's Autumn
Tell me, what do you do just when you're on your last dollar
And the stress of this mess you in can make your ass holla?
Do you fold, grow bitter and grow cold?
No longer fightin' now the only thing you grow is old
Or do you flip that fuckin' dollar to a dream?
Whether a scholar or a fiend, watch a pawn become a king
Cole!
Young nigga with his jeans low
Nice guy, just got a mean flow
Never seen rich but he's seen poor
Mr. dollar and a dream in case yeeain't know
Hey, I gotta dollar and a dream, that's all a nigga got
So if it's bout that cream, then I'm all up in the spot
I got a dollar and a dream, just a dollar and a dream
Yeah, armed and ready, you niggas strung out, you spaghetti
Ya paper, confetti, small time, ya'll on one, I'm on mine
You logged off cause I'm online, small talk from small minds
I wanna buy the mall but there ain't shit in this small town
This where I get my dough
My niggas make sure the money right and then I rip the show
I run the town they tried to call me underground
I spun around like, you wish
Homie my backpack Louis, now watch just how I do this
I got the nerds rappin' hard shit, dummies rappin' smart shit
Mozart meets Humphrey Bogart with this from the heart shit
Play your part, life is but a dream for me
I get a flash of nightmares when niggas scheme on me
It's hard to see my enemies, who infiltrated my team
I take a step back and notice that things ain't what they seem
That's when a nigga refocus, yeah I turn on them high beams
I got that red dot waitin', I'm wastin' your whole regime
I wish a nigga would, boy you can't out-smart me
I let you feel like you the shit, but boy you can't out-fart me
Ya never have it, I know you want what I got
But nigga you ain't me, but you are what I'm not
And that's a phony ass, lonely ass, Cole is what you know me as
But we far from homies, if you know my mama, you know me
If ya don't then well I'm sorry, you should get to know Kay
Man she been workin' too hard, I should send her a bouquet
My goal this year is a real one, gonna stack a million
And as soon as I do, Mama that 9 to 5 is through
And I know I ain't been callin', but I'm thinkin' bout you
And all the shit that you been through
My girl and then my brother too
Cause this life gets hard on this road, yeah it's true
I don't never tell you how much I be stressin', but I do
But I suck it up for who? my fans, and my mans
Who probably never ever had this type of lifestyle in they plans
Hoppin' in and out of vans, on the buses, on the planes
Gettin' brain from a bitch and thinkin' "god damn, what's her name?"
Sometimes I just shake my head and tell myself this is a shame
And then my other side kick in like, "bitch, don't be so fuckin' lame"
Dang, what a life, another day, another night
At times this shit is all blurry, pray and hope that God heard me
Just for those prayin' for me, man I know that y'all worry
But I ain't never failed and you can bet I never will
Cole!
Young nigga with his jeans low
Nice guy, just got a mean flow
Never seen rich but he's seen poor
Mr. dollar and a dream in case yeeain't know
Hey, I gotta dollar and a dream, that's all a nigga got
So if it's bout that cream, then I'm all up in the spot
I got a dollar and a dream, just a dollar and a dream
Hey, cause nigga that's life, and trust me I'm livin'
Look what a nigga done made out the shit that I was given
Look what a nigga made out, look what a nigga made out

Up up and away...
Would you trust me...
Would you love me...
Then it must be...
[Verse 1]
Worldwide stunner, oh man, I'ma
Reign on the game, make it storm and thunder
Grab an umbrella bitch, and go stand under
And bundle up, it's gonna be a cold ass summer
You niggas so last summer
Onto the new, on onto the new shit
Jigga wouldn't even take my CD when he seen me
Two years later bitch we made it on, onto the Blueprint
Now how's that for persistence
Cole World comin', call back up assistance
Same broads, used to hang up on my walls
Now they come up out their drawers, how's that for a mistress
Hell bent, heaven sent, Lord I repent if I ever sinned
Now I know I ain't the richest, but I still wanna ball
Put money over bitches but we still underdogs
[Hook]
Did you miss me?
No I don't know where I'm goin', but I'm goin', now is you comin' with me?
Up, up and away, hey, do you trust me?
If I was on my last dollar, dead poor, assed out, would you love me?
Then it must be a match made in heaven
God's Gift
God's Gift
God's Gift
Motherfucker this is God's gift
[Verse 2]
Pussy my passion
Man I just can't help it I see a cookie, I grab one
Lookin' for some nookie, I'm tryna scoop me a bad one
Every verse I spit it just like it could be my last one
Ever since I got on
I've been on a mission to fuck the bitches I missed out on
Ex-cheerleader hollerin' what's up
Now her nigga beat her, now that's fucked up
What type of little fuck boy hitter
Woman baby wouldn't put his hands on a nigga
I ain't bitter boy that's all you
Plus I just fucked her 'fore she called you
Dry your eyes baby, I'll drive you home
Older hoes sayin', my how you've grown
I came up, fucked the game up
Show my momma I'll survive on my own
[Hook]
Did you miss me?
No I don't know where I'm goin', but I'm goin', now is you comin' with me?
Up, up and away, hey, do you trust me?
If I was on my last dollar, dead poor, assed out, would you love me?
Then it must be a match made in heaven
God's Gift
God's Gift
God's Gift

I think it's gonna be a hell of a night, a hell of a night
So we could do whatever you like
It took me all day to find some inspiration
It just hit me like a ton of bricks, no renovation
Problem with the game now, there ain't no innovation
I see my shit all in your shit, we call that imitation
And they say that's flattering, but I ain't flattered at all
Matter fact y'all need to practice that more
See my man Nate asked me if I gained weight
I said nah, my pockets got fatter, that's all
Money was an issue, but now that that's solved
I ball, I ball, like Kobe in the fall
Put trophies on wall, rather trophies on my mantle
Dog my shows be off the handle, take the proceeds go to gamble
Ha !, bet it on black and pray, I quadruple my salary
If I win, maybe then I could pay Sallie Mae
Told her I be dealin' with some real-life shit
She be askin' "when?", bitch! When I feel like it
Cole World, Cole Life, Cold Blooded
I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it
Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin' at me
How that feel? very happy!
I got what you need right here
I got what you need right here
I got what you need right here
I got what you need right here
Uh, turn up the 808's for me
Back when I was starvin' no one made a plate for me
Now I do it big and that's my day to day story
I got the type of shit that make a hater say sorry
Bitch, I made this in the crib, watchin' Belly
Eatin' peanut butter jelly, what the fuck the niggas tell me
They say I'm takin' long, I tell em patience is a virtue
I'm goin' all out and bitch I never had a curfew
See, when you're spittin' so real
Suddenly these phony niggas lose they appeal
Got em' feelin' like my niggas when they lose, they appeal
Then it's back to the cell, back to the hell
At times I watch the news and see they talkin' bout diplomacy
And they ain't got a clue my niggas ain't got they diplomas, see
Rappers show me love, I wonder what it could be
I think they scared of me, and they should be
Cole World, Cole Life, Cold Blooded
I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it
Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin' at me
How that feel? very happy!
I got what you need right here
I got what you need right here
I got what you need right here

(Intro)
One day you're gonna understand
Can I holla at ya?
Let me holla at ya
(Verse)
Special, never forget the day I met you
We was destined for each other like a son to his mother
Or a sister and brother, man this bind is deep
We go a couple years and don't even speak but know it's love though
Could never let them dirty your name, I got the upmost respect for ya
Came back home and had the check for you
Word round town is you like down
Some older nigga snatched you up, gave you a right now
Damn, and could it be?
She like “if you was me you wouldn't wait for me
Living sassy, wouldn't ask to break from me”
Big city slicker nigga on a higher track
Bigger now but when she send a letter always write her back
And time revealed, she feels that she settled too soon
While she see me go for miles and she admire that
We speak about time as if we could just buy it back
If only it was that simple, damn I miss you
(Hook)
Can I holla at you?
Can I holla at you?
Let me holla at you
Yea I know it's been a while but ain't no better time than now
Can I holla at you?
Can I holla at you?
Let me holla at you
Yea I know it's been a while but...
(Verse)
You betrayed me
The day you played my mama you played me
Can't believe I let you in my heart nigga
I should've followed my instincts, a stranger in my house
Only 5 years old but since danger in my house
I was too young to you strap you but damned if I didn't want to
I'm blowing up fast and I hope these words haunt you
13 years, knew you more than my real pops
Put me on the pack and all the rappers that killed cops
Who would've thought that you would leave my mama high and dry?
Last words to a bitch nigga, why you lie?
Feelin bitter so these words might seem jumpy
But when you left I watched that lady crumble
I know by now you probably a old man
But still I feel I won't be satisfied until we throw hands for all the ass whooping
Heard you tryna talk to that punk, don't call
You ain't shit and I'm scared it rubbed off home
(Hook)
Let me holla at you
I holla at you
Let me holla at you
Yea I know it's been a while but ain't no better time than now
Can I holla at you?
Can I holla at you?
Let me holla at you
Yea I know it's been a while but...
(Verse)
I heard you on that shit, I hope it ain't true
Was hard to holla at you last time I came through
Could barely recognize you, nah nigga this ain't you
Cuz you ain't lookin like that nigga that I once knew
And plus you act like you don't know me
We was homies, now you call me by my rap name
See me do my thing and you expectin me to act strange
Ain't hollin but you on my mind nigga
I won't forget the good times, nigga
White T's in the club, jeans baggy as fuck
Sometimes I look back on my life,
That was the happiest stuff
We had potential to be monumental via mentality
You know that old killa beat? Kill mentality
I look at where you at now, it's a real fatality
Cuz where you supposed to be is on top close to me
Chasin hoes like the old days but now we overseas
Dog congratulations on the scene
Yo my nigga!
(Hook)
Can I holla at you?
Can I holla at you?
Let me holla at you
Yea I know it's been a while but ain't no better time than now
Can I holla at you?
Can I holla at you?
Let me holla at you

[Verse 1: J.Cole]
Maine on fire
My empire be higher
Than an octave on Mariah
You niggas should worship sire
Your crew holding dead weight like a fuckin' hearse's tire
Meanwhile I'm like the flow diversifier verse is flyer
Gave you truth at a time when niggas prefer the liars
I was David promising the world that ima serve Goliath
Then I swam with sharks
Made it to the land and part
My dick in bitches
With intentions sick as satan's worst desires
Hell of a intro speedin' through this life at a hell of a tempo
Get my head out the window
20 k in my pocket
As im feeling the wind blow
And I ain't have a wallet since nintendo, comprendo
Orchestrating these capers watch my paper crescendo
I used to wanna save the world
Now all I do is spend dough
Till I snap back like hov hat
Now I'm back with this big black strap like hol' that
[Hook]
Maine on fire
Top down bitch I ain't no liar
Henny on the rocks and plenty on the watch
Middle fingers to the ones who say we can't go higher
Maine on fire
Every week can see my name on flyers
Henny by the shots many bottles pop
And if she say that she ain't let me she a dang on liar
[Verse 2: J.Cole]
We collect a hundred thou
Getting over on promoters might as well say run it now
I was such a cunning child
The one your girl mama wish she brought back home instead of you
The one your mama glad you hung around
Cole a charming nigga that can harm a nigga
Chest out in your hood like I walk around with armor nigga
But its just me and all my nigga's and we fuck the baddest
Bitches on the planet witnesses this is
Hustle at its, finest cause while you nigga's chase vaginas
We just let the paper blind us
While vaginas chase behind us
Take notes make money don't make jokes
For the master grab his rope and make us all scapegoats
Real shit but if the world really bout to end
We might as well let my nigga Craig out the pen
Pain so deep the words bled out the pen
And maine don't sleep nigga I win then come again
[Hook]
Maine on fire
Top down bitch I ain't no liar
Henny on the rocks and plenty on the watch
Middle fingers to the ones who say we can't go higher
Maine on fire
Every week can see my name on flyers
Henny by the shots many bottles pop

These niggas know
Armed and dangerous, call the law
Stick to the script, no audible
Country ass nigga with an Audemars
Can't spell the shit but I order more
French hoes treat me like Charles De Gaulle
Get good head on the Autobahn
Hit hood hoes out in Baltimore
Pack the shows like wall to wall, my God
Five steps like Dru Hill
Came home from the first tour, with
Bad credit and a school bill
Middle finger to the bursar
Finally famous but
Ain't too much really change with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust
Label us notorious, that was 9-7
Saw my old teacher and she asked how I'm livin'
You ain't know my shit drop bitch? 9-11
Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend
Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend
Nigga you should too, if you knew
What this game would do to you
Look at all the bullshit I've been through
Better me than you
I must confess, I copped the chains
I hit the club, I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came home, I ain't the same
I ain't the same
I ain't the same
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know
These niggas know, boo-ya nigga?
Came through the door like who y'all niggas?
Stole a nigga flow, I could sue y'all niggas
Better yet put a hot one through y'all niggas
Nah, let me stop frontin' for y'all niggas but
Don't let the college shit fool y'all niggas
Ain't the hardest nigga in the land
But a grown ass man, and I will step to y'all niggas
Like what's the problem?
Ain't gettin' paper, nigga here's a loan
My shit long, need a hair salon
Get it cut, shut the fuck up
And wipe your face with my money 'til your tears is gone
No cryin' ass, lyin' ass
Can't afford a whip, but you buyin' ass
This Fresh Prince nigga, I ain't Jazz
Fucked yo bitch, nigga I ain't ask
She pitched it to me like Sosa (Oh God)
What the fuck was I s'posed do?
Deny that, rather try that, but I never fly that,
Keep hoes bi-coastal
And they buy postals, ain't shit for free
Dick the only thing that they get from me
Sit VIP, get a sip for free
Later on she'll be sippin' me, literally
Picture me at the tip-top
With your bitch lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
This B.I.G. nigga, this Pac
Minus six shots, but it's still this hot
Thirty grand and that's just for the wristwatch
Hate to brag but backpacking, that's hip hop
Write my life and make sure that the script hot
And pray the kids watch, if not
These niggas know
If not, these niggas know
I must confess, I copped the chains
I hit the club, I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came home, I ain't the same
I ain't the same
I ain't the same
I must confess, I copped the chains
I hit the club, I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came home, I ain't the same
I ain't the same
I ain't the same
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know

This for all my niggas in the city
This shit really for Queens though
Really for Queens though
Ya know?
Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes
Getting money regimine with my get money machine
Nah mean? yeah
Come listen to these New York rhymes
A southern nigga with a New York mind
In the concrete jungle of Queen trying to be kings
Getting to the money of sins by any means
As I watch it all, pain out, trying not to stand out
Fish out of water, unofficial reporter
Appear, life is a bitch I blow a kiss at her daughter
In a city with nigga will leave you shit outta order
So yeah, you heard the news, disturbing news
Shot a brother in the head, thank the lord he ain't dead
Was in a coma for months, eyes ain't opened them once
My nigga visibally stretch in a mess he's smoking a blunt
What could I say, I can't relate to that
All I do is pray for that
This is city god told me: 'go and make it' at
I got a date with destiny, I'm running late for that
Grab a paper, hey kid, you gotta pay for that
The New York Times
The New York Times
(Extra, extra, read all about it)
They say you can win anywhere
If you can win here
And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here
Ball so hard you aint really in the game man
Same place, different face, on the train, man
New York, New York
Hop on the F train, took the express train
Skip that local shit, my vocal sick
That's how success came
Once kings now we pawns in this chess game
Wall Street got black slave blood stains
Which means, we built this city
And never got scraps while the devil got fat
In fact, reparation for niggas and desperation
Fuck money, get my kid a real education
Blood money spills, had a real revelation
Southside make you realize there's still segregation
Don't wanna preach I'm just thinking out loud
Sometimes I wanna save the world and I be thinking bout how
To lead my niggas to paradise
Imagine the world, free from pain
And we no longer scared the night
Far from the crime, the blind leading the blind
We gon make it primetime till we dyin'
The New York Times
The New York Times
(Extra, extra, read all about it)
They say you can win anywhere
If you can win here
And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here
Ball so hard you aint really in the game man
Same place, different face, on the train, man
New York, New York
How I go from selling reefa and plates
Till eating steaks with Cole and playing FIFA with Drake
Should've been in the States, property of the Jakes
Now I'm plotting on profits and properties on the lake
Let me properly immigrate you to it
Show you how the heads of states and gangsters do it
Them niggas talk a lot of shit but they ain't been through it
I done been up in everything, cars you never seen
City's you never heard of, from the streets where they murder
Police observe us till they reach the verdict
Kill 'em all, fucking kill 'em all
If you can't send 'em till the pen, send 'em to the morgue
Send 'em to the Lord, fuck it, send his broad
Hundred shots through the dark but they never hit my heart, nigga
Bitch nigga, take a pause
Hundred shots through the dark you can never hit my heart
The New York Times
The New York Times
(Extra, extra, read all about it)
They say you can win anywhere
If you can win here
And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here
Ball so hard you aint really in the game man
Same place, different face, on the train, man

Okay I lied
Motherfucker try
Say I can't come to the hood, true lie
See I would but I'm out in Dubai
When I get back I'mma roll through that
Snatch yo bitch give yo niggas dap
The hood gon' ballistic, Cole was here and you missed it
That nigga walk like Obama man
Shake yo momma's hand and kissed it
This pimp shit, pimp shit
Cole hard, you limp dick
My flow hard no wimp shit
Put in that work no temp shit
Yo bitch wearin' that lipstick
Gave this dick a french kiss
That nigga so wack when the bitch came back
Kissed her hoping that it get him sick, ha
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rap and shit
Ville made it to the map and shit
Niggas move cane like Kappa shit
Ain't that some shit
For no Benz and Range and my mattresses
For fuckin' these bad little actresses
I'm bad as shit
I got that work
Say what? My flow
Say what? My bitches
Say what? You Cole
Say what? I said
Say what?
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rap and shit
Ain't that some shit bitch
Say what?
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rap and shit
Ain't that some shit bitch
Say what?
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rap and shit
Ain't that some shit bitch
Bitch
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce (bounce)
Bounce (bounce)
Bounce (bounce)
Bounce (bounce)
Flow, flow, flow, flow
Flow tight put a nigga in a headlock
Fuck hoes out of wedlock
Nigga bed rock
Red hot, so they got red dots
Pullin' that trigger nigga better be a head shot
Money long like dread locks shit
If you send shots then you bet not miss
For a couple G's, send a couple G's
Fuck copping pleas, Matlock shit (testify)
I gotta testify
Came through humble so it's best if I
Explain the noise shit, rockin' jewels shit
Got the full clip, cock and pull
Stop the bullshit watch the flow
How you gon' stop the unstoppable
Keep bitches on they toes no Dr. Scholls
It's the Roc bitch, rock and roll
I got that work
Say what? My flow
Say what? My bitches
Say what? You Cole
Say what? I said
Say what?
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rap and shit
Ain't that some shit bitch
Say what?
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rap and shit
Ain't that some shit bitch
Say what?
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rap and shit
Ain't that some shit bitch
Bitch
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce (bounce)
Bounce (bounce)
Bounce (bounce)
Bounce (bounce)

Married men act totally different when they're by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife, like, "what's up Tony? Hey man, how's everything going brother?"
"Just taking it easy, hanging out with the lady"
"Alright, take it easy now, God bless you"
You be like that nigga ain't like that
You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?"
"Hey, yo, where's the bitches at, nigga?"
Yeah, give me my space, Lord ain't enough time to chase
All these dreams, I mean I got no time to wait
Love my girl but I told her straight up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked then made up
Used to living free as a bird, but now I'm laid up
Feeling like a nigga got handcuffs on
How the fuck did my life become a damn love song?
She ride for a nigga and she stand up for him
But a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a nigga
Ride through the streets with freaks and real niggas
She never understand what it's like to be a man
Knowing when you look inside yourself you see a nigga
And you don't wanna let her down but you too young for the settle down
And maybe you can thug it out, learn what is love about
When you can't live with her and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his hands on me
Stripper saying: "Baby, why don't you throw these bands on me?"
And I came to spend
She pop a molly let the motherfucking games begin
I'm running...
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
I'm holding on desperately
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
I'm holding on
When it's all said and done everybody dies
In this life ain't no happy endings
Only pure beginnings followed by years of sinning and fake repentance
The preacher says we were made in image of Lord
To which I replied: "Are you sure?
Even the murderer? Even the whore?
Even the nigga running through bitches on tour?"
With a good girl at home folding clothes and shit
She losing faith in him and he knows and shit
Like what the fuck is a break, don't know how much I can take no more
I give you all I got till it ain't no more
No more tears it's been ten long years, damn near
I don't know if I can wait no more, and who can blame her
You complaining 'bout every time you out, you come back she pout
Sleeping back to back, this is wack
We 'bout to go platinum and I'm in the crib acting out
My childhood fantasies of wife and home
But it's a whole lot of actresses I'd like to bone
And despite the rumors you hold out on account of your guilt
She's has got to spend her nights alone
And she ride or die like Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals every evening
And even then, your lowest days
When you're no longer Superman, at least you know you got Lois Lane
But you...
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
I'm holding on desperately
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
I'm holding on
Yeah, unbelievable seen evil that not even Knievel know
At age 3 I knew this world was three below
Listen, even know my ego low achieved the unachievable
Imagine if my confidence was halfway decent, yo
This just in, fucked more bitches than Bieber though
Still I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to know
Basis, my manager back in the days was racist
I was a young boy, passing skates and tucking laces
Old perverted white man who told me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, fuck what color their face is"
Wise words from an indecent man
Made me reflect on the times when we was three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardice
Slaving in the baking sun for hours just
To see the master creep into the shack where your lady at
9 months later got a baby, that's
Not quite what you expected, but you
Refuse to neglect it, cause you
Know your wifey loves you, does you refuse to accept it?
That's that type shit that tell why my granny light-skinned
Rich white man rule the nation still
Only difference is we all slaves now, the chains still concealed
In our thoughts, if I follow my heart to save myself
Could I run away from 50 mill like Dave Chappelle?
You know...
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
I'm holding on desperately
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight
I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight
I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life
Yeah, god flow
Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso
Niggas say I live fast, die young, so I drive slow
And pray I die old
In the drop with the top low
Met a bad bitch from Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yo
Kept it straight, shit, cause y'all know
And if not, you'll learn how them niggas in the Chi go
I ain't fuck her, but I'm thinking 'bout it
My niggas say why you gotta think about it?
The bitch want too much, hit my phone too much
If I gotta be frank about it, ain't worth the stress
First the text, then the draws, see first the sex
Then it's calls cause the bird's obsessed
Want flowers, cards, and the purses next
Nah, bitch can't get a dollar
Cole on Twitter, bitch can't get a follow
Can get a nut, heard "Can't Get Enough"
Now she fuck a nigga thinkin' that she may hit the lotto
No way, Jose
Could write a book called, "The Things Hoes Say"
Show a lot of love to my sisters though
But these bitches so predictable
I'm in trouble
Getting to the promised land
You don't want problems, I promise, man
I take you to the promise land
You don't want problems, I promise, man
I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight
I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight
I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life
And I'm going back to school
Only for the hoes and a class or two
Young bad bitch made the pastor drool
Everybody sweat her like Catholic school
Sat next to her in the back of the class
Cheated off of her test and I'm grabbing her ass
She like "Don't you know this shit already?
Nigga, ain't you rich already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as shit
Hanging 'round these rappers cause they dumb as shit
But I'm back on track, jumpshot wasn't that good
Couldn't sell crack but I rap good
That's one stereotype
Know a lot of niggas that'll marry your type
Bad bitch with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya
I'm Koopa, I never been the Mario type
No saving hoes
I ain't fooled cause a lot of cool bitches that a nigga went to school with is major hoes
And theirs mans don't know, mans don't know, fa show
Had a nigga's baby, little mans don't know
Mama, was a freak, got it in on the low
12 years later when my song come on, he ask
"Mama, did you fuck J. Cole?"
Whoa
I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight
I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight

(Intro: J.Cole)
Now do I roll up, get higher?
Or po' up, get tired?
Do I roll up, get higher?
Or po' up, get tired?
(Verse 1)
Okay, I'm back on a mission
To pay my tuition
Got loans out the ass
What you know 'bout my past?
I was so late for class
Hit the probate, get trashed
Fell asleep off the Henny
Back in '08 I crashed
With my foot on the gas
Thank the Lord I'm still here
No insurance so now I'm racin' home on first gear
On that morn' I shed tears
Asking what I'm doing here
I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the fuckin' flu in here
But yet I'm just chillin' like I'm back on the yard
My niggas say I'm the truth and when I rap they applaud
That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source
It's like I'm tryna get the head, but she's just jackin' me off
I needed more
Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store
Put my feet on floor
Borrow money from mi amor
Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour
She held you down, now you out here fuckin' 'round
(Hook: J. Cole)
Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas (What?)
Gold diggers, Crys sippers (What?)
Cold nigga, flow sicker (What?)
Muthafucka, I'm a fuckin' head bussa go
Coming down on the strip looking in the whip
Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold
Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money
Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old
But errthing that glitter ain't gold
The grass ain't greener I've been told
She told me, you want your cake and eat it too
I said it's cake, that's what you're supposed to do
(Verse 2)
Ok my granny just died, but I'm too broke to go
And she askin my fears but she too close to know
Got trust issues I'm trying, where it come from? Don't know
I just block out the pain, blow the fuck up get dough
See i thought that would help me, it turns out it's worse now
My girl want her first child, my label won't work out
My mama don't see me unless I'm on TV, I pray she don't break down
She strong but she need me
They killed Saddam, now I wonder who's sane
How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne?
Old chick callin', but I'm onto new thangs
She still a dime, but I always lose change
Young Simba, went from bottom of the food chain to a few chains
In a new Range
She tellin' me so much has happened
Would've thought that you changed
We ain't fuck in nine months, it's safe to say I'm your man
(Hook: J. Cole)
Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas (What?)
Gold diggers, Crys sippers (What?)
Cold nigga, flow sicker (What?)
Muthafucka, I'm a fuckin' head bussa go
Coming down on the strip looking in the whip
Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold
Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money
Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old
But errthing that glitter ain't gold
The grass ain't greener I've been told
She told me, you want your cake and eat it too

This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with
Lord, know some hoes from the past like
"Damn Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich"
Well, should've asked
It's funny how these niggas on some real "Be cool with me" shit
I bagged two bitches like it's two of me bitch
This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with
Finally got my own bedroom in this bitch
No more sleeping in my brother's room
Like man I might as well be sleeping in my mother's room
Cause how I'm supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here?
Plus she gon' find out I been rocking all this old gear
This is flow here, this is no fair
This is so pure, this is so clear
This is one breath, this is no air
Ain't no wedding and I do the most here
I'm the President you the co-chair
You the player, yeah, I'm the coach here
Nigga I coast here
Thats why they got me set up on this West Coast here
Avoiding the snakes, AK's, and coke yeah
Get my dick wet but I never let it soak there
Man I been thinkin' bout movin' out
What? Country boy in the city in New York nine years
Ran that shit like Diddy
Riding through South Side Queens like Fiddy
Nothing's impossible
And all you lame niggas show me what not to do
I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight
She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you"
I told her, "Aw baby don't start! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!"
She said, "You bout to miss church" while she riding me
I like my sundaes with a cherry on top
Make that ass drop (drop, drop)
Make that ass drop (drop, drop)
Make that ass drop (drop, drop)
Now if you only had one wish is it devious?
Cause you already know who your genie is
Can't get a cover now your mag on my penis
Like damn he turned out to be a genius
Damn real shit nigga no Pixar
You niggas soft like Meagan Good's lips are
My kicks hard, my whip hard
I came out the womb with my dick hard
Back when I was playing Stomp the Yard
It be a bunch of niggas up on campus talking hard
Don't get exposed to these hoes boy knock it off
I seen your mama in a Benz when she dropped you off
Damn now who more thorough than me?
I paint a picture of my pain for the world to see
Could paint a picture of the game but my girl would see
Gotta ask myself, "What mean the world to me?"
Nothing's impossible
And all you lame niggas show me what not to do
I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight
She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you"
I told her, "Aw baby don't start! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!"
She said, "You bout to miss church" while she riding me
I like my sundaes with a cherry on top
Make that ass drop (drop, drop)
Make that ass drop (drop, drop)
Make that ass drop (drop, drop)
This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with
A little Fayettenam nigga out in Beverly Hills
That's when I ran into this chick I went to college with
Yeah back when a nigga was on scholarship
Was in a rush but I still stopped to holla, shit
That's the least I owed her cause I tried to hit
On the first night, nah I ain't proud of it
I boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of it
And I never called back, how thoughtfuless
Now I'm standing in the streets tryna politic with her
In her mind she calling me a misogynist nigga
On some Bobby Brown shit my prerogative, nigga is to hit and never commit
Now realizing when I hit she never forgets
So every time I ignore the telephone call
Saying I'll hit her back knowing I'm never gon' call
She was hurting, now she staring dead in my face she was smirking
Like, "Yeah I remember and nah you ain't worth shit, nigga
You ain't worth shit, nigga"

[Intro: J. Cole]
I gotta ask Jake One for the beat though
I don't know if he'll be cool with lettin' ...
I don't know man it's really some album shit
Takin it up
[Verse 1: J Cole]
Yeah winter schemes for my summer dreams
Winning seems to become my routine, It's my thing
Underdog, never under yall
I touch down in your city like a hundred yard
Dash, never punt at all
Last thing I need is four downs
My baddest just graduated from Georgetown
Grad school, cause a nigga like em grown up
I'm seeing rappers in the gym tryna tone up
Im seeing rappers one the road noone is showing up
I feel partially to blame i'll own up
I'm sorry, brand new Ferrari
But really though im frontin
Dont really mind discussin
That Bugatti in that Beyonce video was just for stuntin
Scared to mash the gas
Cause if I fucked around and crashed
That would have been my ass
That whip is 'bout a million cash (million cash?)
And dog I just got rich
How you gonna take a million from me,dog? I just got this
Came a long way from that weak ass advance
Was in the Honda on that LIE passing fans
Wasn't about the money then cause he had the chance
Built it from the ground up, no hit singles
Just a lot of fucking gifts, nigga, no Kris Kringle
Cole
I'm the reason that your old bitch single
Gave her dick made her whole shit tingle ya wont feel me?
Born Sinner got this diamond chain gon' heal me
Lord let me kill the game and pray the game don't kill me
More time before I die bitch believe that
These rappers rich as fuck but don't know where their C's at
It's a shame, niggas lame, this is fame for ya
I gotta be the only one that didn't change for ya
I saw ya sortin through trash and brought change for ya
Open up their lane, do I gotta say names for ya?
And I ain't even flexin'
Plottin on that Warm Up 2, I'm just stretchin'
Fourth quarter, so much due but fuck stressin'
I just step into the ring and do my mothafuckin thing
Fourth quarter, so much due but fuck stressin'
I just step into the ring and do my mothafuckin thing
Wale kill these niggas man
[Verse 2: Wale]
Ugh, ugh
Wooooo! Gifted, yeah
Spring cleaners but I'm Winter frigid
And with this summer album got me bookin' all them bitches
To ball with bitches, my parking garage is official
Boy I play with foreigns and I feel just like Kawhi Leonard
God givin' talent, mama gave me passion
Got me ah Rihanna feature ya'll should see my demographics
Copy us, dap me up, rappin niggas got me fucked
Half these niggas is carbon copied, fakin' a nigga be redundant right?
I'm just tryna shed a bunch of light
In a country where niggas follow models in hype
You know? trends and that shit
Niggas wearin' leather down in a hundred and ten
Just a classic ass nigga rappin' circles 'round these squares outta shape
And I aint trippin'
Shoe game prolific, the shoe blow a ticket is wrong
Simmons my riches Richard Simmons go Google their differences out
Maneuver the industry if yous was against me I ride
With shooters and but truthfully tryna get loot out of Disney I'm high
I'm trippin, I'm fried forgive me thats Rari with me
A Cole world if I didnt slide by your chimney, we Gifted
Tryna distribute but a lot has been given me listen
Its some of bars and synagogue to a God thats a .. dig it
As lames is Terrence these lames cant contain their words
New Slaves, we were
We were shut down, we was not proud for those things
We stood tell her bust out then bust down that chain we good
New black soul new black soul, new black soul
Aint tootin' my horn but I'm the new satchmo
This bitch a toot-toot with a 2Pac flow
You niggas think too slow. you peek-at-chu but I'm Picasso
Be pot do it, gotta beat mines, gotta free my quotes
Peep my boats, I'm thinkin' more like Leon Coke
See my show, this shit look like that door knob broke
Its hoes on ho, 'bout show em bout to know like four
The P Myers replace me then I four five show
I'm just sayin' if I dont make it I still feed my folks
Still I keep shit real, I aint never been a sucker though
Gold albums on my 'Brons game fuckin stupid
And I fuckin do it, new legend shit got me juiced
Do ever want problems with Folarin come find me pursuit
Remind of you time there was knowledge in music
And I do it for the niggas that promise the future
New back soul, new black soul, new black soul
And any bitches that got me twisted only grew my fro
Ha! and its like that right? right?
And its like, that, right? right?

This right here is not a preview
I need to let it go, yeah
Now this right here is not a preview
Of what the album goin' to bring you, or nothing like that
Sharing things I think quietly, with those that admire me
Remember MTV Diaries? This something like that
I wear my heart up on my sleeve, and I, bleed for you
Cookin' beats hoping' to reach like each one you
When I release, trust if you feel like my shit is weak
When you see me on the street, then speak, I refund you
This sample was yellin' "loop me!", Ms. Hill please don't sue me
Cause I ain't one of these rappers out here frontin' like he got it, nigga
I ain't fuckin' got it, nigga...
Throwing thousands in the strip club with Drizzy
Difference is I'm throwing four, he's throwing fifty
Lord, forgive me
Bitches saying: "You a rappin' nigga, ain't you s'pose to tip more?"
I don't see no pussy, baby, ain't you s'pose to strip more?
Confessions of a cheap-ass nigga
But I finally put my Momma in that E class, nigga
And I told her quit her job, oh, hold your horses
If my next album flops it's back to the post office, both of us, shit
They're saying that's a real possibility
The thought alone is killing me
I think I need to let it go
I need to let it go
I think I need to let it go, let it go, let it go
I think I need to let it go
Cause nothing even matters...
Anticipating rain, I can't make the same mistakes again
Them 90's niggas raped the game
And left us with a battered and bruised bitch, with a few kids
The pussy loose, but the truth is I love her, though
She ain't perfect, but who is?
Hoes saying "Cole, you is" don't be silly, ma
Cause really I am just a born sinner the opposite of a winner
Cole summer, I predict another winter
Cause I'm finta, drop knowledge like a five percenter
Fuck the Bilderberg, nigga show 'em God sent ya
Rhyme with the skill, as if Nas went to
College on scholarship met 'pac and said "I'm down with ya!"
And when they wasn't writing rhymes they fucking lined sisters
Puffin' on swishers, what's up Milan?
Everytime I drop I get the net poppin' like Lebron swishes
Kay told me kill ya, and I gotta respect my Mom's wishes
When I let go this how my mind switches
No looking back, don't even want to see my prom pictures
Pardon the rhyme scheme, I guess I'm long winded
Let me switch it now, back to Hell's kitchen now
Up in Hova office like he the fucking principal
Put me in with Stargate, that shit was like detention now
Just tellin' my story so dissin' ain't my intention now
Drop a couple hits and all the dumbies pay attention now
A shame when you learn the ins and outs of the game
And reminisce on little Jermaine in the south
Rappin' out loud, with all the niggas that's cool to you
Just to realize that all them niggas was foolin' you
And they ain't who they said they were
Talk about the streets, but nigga that ain't really where they were
Acting just like there they were, but who am I to judge?
That's neither here or there
Just know I know, my nigga, I just like being aware
If i had one wish, I would fuck Tia and Tamera, at the same time
And put name tags on they titties so I don't get they name wrong
Screamin' "Game on"
Like Wayne's World, that just came on
I'm rambling now
5 days to finish the album, I'm scramblin' now
Took a break from sampling now,
Just to say a few words to this bitch named Summer
June will make four years since I gave you my number
"The Warm Up" dropped, I got hot, you called it a classic
And Jay dropped "Autotune", you wanted him back, shit
Play my position, the whole while still wishin'
A year later Drake put his key in your ignition
And I told my fellas,
I dropped "Friday Night Lights" in the winter just to make her jealous,
Wanted to drop the album in the summer
But the label didn't think that they could sell it
Recoup the first week, I think it ain't shit they can tell us
Do you agree?
It's been a long time coming this thing between you and me

(1: Bas)
They putting prices on heads, silver or lead
I pray the scores settle 'fore the devil notice you dead
Got me smoking the potent, my eyes open and Otis, they red
Thoughts of my eye roam and words that I hoped I had said
That aunty sippin on, we missin ya
Even tho you gone, your thought alone can lift us up
This is us
Got some niggas that never call me unless they need something,
But I pick up, like, "whassup, what you need cousin?"
My niggas know that I love 'em
Give 'em roses while they can smell 'em
Cause ain't no tellin' who'll be here tomorrow
Used to borrow your digital scale
Flippin' them sales
But now it's digital dash while you're still in the past
Boy, trust me when I tell you, the picture got much bigger
The swishers and dutch fill up
Bitches in lust with us
Momma would dissapprove, losing my way
Lost in the sauce, this bolognese is so amazing
Had a talk and she remark: "you so engaging"
Running game, it's all the same
I'm growing jaded
Had a couple things in common, like Lonnie Lynn
But I'm too faded for conversatin'
I'm sittin' here contemplatin'... how to win
(J Cole)
Slipping away, away
Another day another love song, hey
Another day another love song, hey
Time keeps slipping away, away
Another day another love song, hey
Another day another love song, hey
(2: J Cole)
Yeah
Cousin in jail again, asking me for bail again
Close when I was 12, but I was much frailer then
He was like 16, a nigga from the gutter and
Years ago his favorite uncle had married my mother and
Here we are, runnin' through the Ville like dumb and dumber and
For that summer man I swear I wish you was my brother then
But time passed and we fell off cause you moved back home
Little did you know Jermaine done grew a new back bone
Niggas thought he wouldn't make it 'till he proved that wrong
12 years later on the radio that Who Dat song
Your homeboy bumps the Warm Up now he buggin'
Cause he looking at the cover and say "Damn yo that's my cousin"
And niggas looking at you like you lying but you wasn't
Next thing I know you blowing up my line all a sudden
And I'm showing love saying "yo look what I did,
Man nobody coming from here ever did this shit this big"
But now you saying "Man enough about you,
Shit what about me, my nigga what about me?
Oh you forgot about me?
Saying niggas showed you how to rap, now you don't know how to act
Boy I'm at the bottom you could pull a nigga out of that
Put me in a video, aye put me on your hottest track
Bring me on the road with you, you know 'cuz got yo back
And I'm strapped up if them niggas act up
See you headed to the top you need to let me catch up
Please let me catch up
Won't you let me catch up man"
I'll see you when I see you
Harsh as it seems to say, I wouldn't want to be you
Bail you out for your daughter and I pray to God
A nigga never pull your card or she won't ever get to see you
(J Cole)
Slipping away, away
Another day another love song, hey
Another day another love song, hey
Time keeps slipping away, away
Another day another love song, hey

(1: Bas)
They putting prices on heads, silver or lead
I pray the scores settle 'fore the devil notice you dead
Got me smoking the potent, my eyes open and Otis, they red
Thoughts of my eye roam and words that I hoped I had said
That aunty sippin on, we missin ya
Even tho you gone, your thought alone can lift us up
This is us
Got some niggas that never call me unless they need something,
But I pick up, like, "whassup, what you need cousin?"
My niggas know that I love 'em
Give 'em roses while they can smell 'em
Cause ain't no tellin' who'll be here tomorrow
Used to borrow your digital scale
Flippin' them sales
But now it's digital dash while you're still in the past
Boy, trust me when I tell you, the picture got much bigger
The swishers and dutch fill up
Bitches in lust with us
Momma would dissapprove, losing my way
Lost in the sauce, this bolognese is so amazing
Had a talk and she remark: "you so engaging"
Running game, it's all the same
I'm growing jaded
Had a couple things in common, like Lonnie Lynn
But I'm too faded for conversatin'
I'm sittin' here contemplatin'... how to win
(J Cole)
Slipping away, away
Another day another love song, hey
Another day another love song, hey
Time keeps slipping away, away
Another day another love song, hey
Another day another love song, hey
(2: J Cole)
Yeah
Cousin in jail again, asking me for bail again
Close when I was 12, but I was much frailer then
He was like 16, a nigga from the gutter and
Years ago his favorite uncle had married my mother and
Here we are, runnin' through the Ville like dumb and dumber and
For that summer man I swear I wish you was my brother then
But time passed and we fell off cause you moved back home
Little did you know Jermaine done grew a new back bone
Niggas thought he wouldn't make it 'till he proved that wrong
12 years later on the radio that Who Dat song
Your homeboy bumps the Warm Up now he buggin'
Cause he looking at the cover and say "Damn yo that's my cousin"
And niggas looking at you like you lying but you wasn't
Next thing I know you blowing up my line all a sudden
And I'm showing love saying "yo look what I did,
Man nobody coming from here ever did this shit this big"
But now you saying "Man enough about you,
Shit what about me, my nigga what about me?
Oh you forgot about me?
Saying niggas showed you how to rap, now you don't know how to act
Boy I'm at the bottom you could pull a nigga out of that
Put me in a video, aye put me on your hottest track
Bring me on the road with you, you know 'cuz got yo back
And I'm strapped up if them niggas act up
See you headed to the top you need to let me catch up
Please let me catch up
Won't you let me catch up man"
I'll see you when I see you
Harsh as it seems to say, I wouldn't want to be you
Bail you out for your daughter and I pray to God
A nigga never pull your card or she won't ever get to see you
(J Cole)
Slipping away, away
Another day another love song, hey
Another day another love song, hey
Time keeps slipping away, away
Another day another love song, hey

Hurt, to think that you lied to me
Hurt, way down deep inside of me
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
Get paid a pretty penny for my thoughts
I'm hard away with grammar, I'm hot
They only care about a nigga when he handle the rock
Or when he dishing the pill, or when he gripping the steel
Bailing out my brother, tell the lawyer get the appeal
With the flick of the pen write the check and he out
Two years later he be at my shows checking me out
Know he proud of little bro and how my records be out
Flashbacks to childhood when he was decking me out
Now it's clear little Maine is the best mc out
Hands down, flow water, can't drown
My flow father, go harder, Cole smarter
Shout out to fiends in Queens, I'm team no daughters
I seen it all at this young age
The only thing left to do is die and hit front page
Shit, I knock on wood and pray like God forbid
These hoes be popping pills, these niggas be popping shit, bitch
Pac on the mic in his prime
They only care about a nigga when he writing a rhyme, boy
Kenny Lofton, you feeling my pace?
They only care about a nigga when he stealing the base
It's like I'm Wilt the Stilt, I'm fucking them all
They only care about a nigga when he dunking the ball
And it breaks my heart
The world s a stage, I'll just play my part
Just caught fire like a young Richard Pryor with unforgettable quotes
They only care about a nigga when he telling a joke, or when he's selling his dope
They tell the reverend "Man, I rather get to heaven with coke
Then live in hell and be broke"
Shout out to black man who beat the odds by yelling for hope
Today he asked if I could Twitter y'all and tell you to vote
My nigga, how could I, knowing what I know
It's a game of charades, masquerade for the dough
Read the teleprompter, these niggas is actors on the low
Yeah, I voted for the nigga cause he got the best show
Like I got the best flow, on your mark, set, go
I seen it all at this young age
The only thing left to do is die and hit front page
Shit, I knock on wood and pray like God forbid
These hoes be popping pills, these niggas be popping shit, bitch
Pac on the mic in his prime
They only care about a nigga when he writing a rhyme, boy
Kenny Lofton, you feeling my pace?
They only care about a nigga when he stealing the base
It's like I'm Wilt the Stilt, I'm fucking them all
They only care about a nigga when he dunking the ball
And it breaks my heart
The world s a stage, I'll just play my part
I said, you wouldn't know the truth if it was right there in your face
See, I can't explain the feeling when the feds surround your place
In that PJ rose, I drink that shit by the case
Like somebody pray for me, Reverend Run, Pastor Mase
See, I do this for my homie, he got caught with a soft eight
When I say a soft eight, yeah, that's two less than ten
If they let him out today he gonna do it all again
Say he lost the first time it won't stop until he win
Street life will have you drunk, I m talking serious Gin
Yeah, we screaming Scarface, but we all know how that ends
Every word is like dope, you can snort it like lines
If I said it, then I meant it, they reciting every line
If I had to write a book, it would be the Life and Times
Every verse is that work, you can weigh it like a nine
You see I lost a lot of niggas and it broke my heart
Life is staged, I just played my part
Pac on the mic in his prime
They only care about a nigga when he writing a rhyme, boy
Kenny Lofton, you feeling my pace?
They only care about a nigga when he stealing the base
It's like I'm Wilt the Stilt, I'm fucking them all
They only care about a nigga when he dunking the ball
And it breaks my heart
The world s a stage, I'll just play my part
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
I m hurt
Hurt much more than you ll ever know

[Verse 1]
Hey, her mind is on a different level
Plus the teachers couldn't reach her, always been a rebel
Hit the club, watch out boy, you dancin' with the devil
She fuck, she suck, she swallow man, it's like a triple double
Can see it in your eyes, you look for trouble
Just because they fuck yo girl don't mean them niggas love ya
She said, "Don't preach to me nigga, hold up
Is that a bottle on your table, well if so then pour it up"
"Bet you I can drink it straight without even throwin' up"
She said "Daddy, what you think?",
"Little girl you're growin' up, growin' up"
[Hook]
Hey, take a couple of shots and it's on
"Bet you I can drink it straight without even throwin' up"
She said "Daddy what you think?"
"Little girl you're growin' up, growin' up"
Hey, listen baby girl they playin' your song
Mama couldn't never reach her
Brother tried his best to teach her
She thinks she's ready for the world
Just look at daddy's little girl
[x2]
Daddy's little girl, daddy's little girl
She's daddy's little girl, daddy's little girl, daddy's little girl
[Verse 2]
Can I get a witness, this is Shawty mixed with Shawty Lo
Ey Jezebel, why you be up in every party for?
You lost to lookin' for a savior, I ain't Mario
I got no cape, but I can't wait to give you cardio
Work you out, you call me daddy, ain't my daughter though
Make me wonder where your father go?
She said, "Don't analyze me nigga, hold up
Is that green on your table? Well if so then roll it up,
I can take it to the face without even throwin' up"
She said "Daddy what you think?"
"Little girl you're growin' up, growin' up"
[Hook]
Hey, and blow a couple stacks and she gone
Said, "I can take it to the face without even throwin' up"
She said "Daddy what you think?"
"Little girl you're growin' up, growin' up"
Hey, listen baby girl they playin' your song
Mama couldn't never reach her
Brother tried his best to teach her
She thinks she's ready for the world
Just look at daddy's little girl
[x2]
Daddy's little girl, daddy's little girl

For all my ville niggas mExplainan
All my Carolina niggas man, (lights off and shit)
All my real niggas, no matter where you come from
A dolla and a dream, thats all a nigga got
So if its about that cream, then I'm all up in the spot
I was raised in the F-A-Y/why a nigga never gave me nothing?
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life
And trust me I'm living, look what a nigga made out
The shit that I was given, look what a nigga came out
Momma sewing patches on my holes
Man, our hoes couldn't put this flame out
Straight up, I got my back against the brick wall
I'm from a world where niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols
You pass through, you better pray them bullets missed y'all
I thank the Lord, He let a nigga make it this far
A lot niggas don't, a lot of moms weep
I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me
You never know when a nigga might try to harm me
Rest In Peace that nigga John Lee, I pour liquor, homie
It's foul, but yo the world keeps spinning
Gotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linen
Nigga I'mma eat, even if it means sinning
Niggas want beef, I'mma sink my teeth in 'em
Pause, I go harder, I am all about a dollar
You niggas street smart? I'm a motherfucking scholar
So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my money is long
So much dough, them hoes will think I'm rocking money cologne
Have a model at the crib waiting, "Honey, I'm home."
Cooking greens for a nigga, give 'em plenty, a dome
It's funny, we dream about money so much its like we almost got it
Until we reach up in our pockets, its time to face reality
The ville is a trap nigga now
And if you ain't focused you gonna be here for awhile, yeah
My nigga Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun
Type a nigga know about every car, but don't got one
That's hunger, no wonder niggas fucking with the evils
Posted on the corner, selling crack like its legal
But who am I to judge how a nigga get his paper?
This money coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up
I guess I gotta wake up these niggas myself
An E&J; sipper, but my shit is top shelf
Young J, the rawest shit you niggas ever heard of
A journalist nigga, call me the Fayetteville Observer
You know the routine, man
Fayettnam
Real niggas can relate
And Ville niggas can relate, man
My niggas know about the struggle, man
What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, nigga?
I had the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh shit
I was in like first grade man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out, the Jordan Sixes
Them shit was so fly man, I wanted them so bad
Darryl what up man?
My nigga Darryl had them shits on in class yo
I wanted that shit soooo bad
I begged my mom for that shit, you know
But she couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me
Got me some Reeboks black tops, ahaha
But that was all good tho, cuz uh
The year after that I had, I had some, some no name shits
Some all black shits, haha
Them shits had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know?
But you know back then niggas didn't
Niggas ain't even know he was broke man, no worries and shit
But uh, times have changed man, I got bills
My mom is in debt, what you know about that?
College loans and shit, nigga

Yeah,
Ay check me out man,
In case y'all niggas didn't know-
Shout out to the class of 2007,
St. John's University, stand up! (Fayetteville state, nigga)
All my North Carolina A&T; Aggies stand up, UNTG man,
Carolina, NC State, Duke, wait for us, Salam State, man,
Fayetteville Tech.
For all my college niggas man,
For all y'all little niggas, this is why you should got to college, my nig.
Hahaha
Yeah
It's hard to picture a nigga not get money,
J.Cole living bummy? hahaha That shit is funny,
I'm focused on that cash, I just laugh at them bastards,
Eligible bachelor, finna get my Bachelor's,
And if this rap shit don't work, I'm going for my Master's.
Still scouting hoes on the first day of classes,
Keep up with the asses, keep up with the grades,
A nigga straight A's like the braze,
She got me in her dorm room, talking bout her room ain't clean,
And she wanna fuck, but wait until her roommate leaves,
Now I could give a damn if her roommate seeing,
Cause if the girl get excited, she's invited. (haha)
If it's alright with you, yea, shit, then it's alright with me,
If it's alright with you baby girl, then it's alright with me, (uh)
And if it's alright with you shawty, then it's alright with me
Hey and if it's alright with you, (yea, yeA) then shit, it's alright with me.
Yeah, uh, I hate to brag, well naw, I don't, the big man on campus.
I gotta chick in every class that give a nigga glances,
And if your ass is dumb you won't even get a chance,
Cause I gotta chick in every class that give a nigga answers, yea.
And if I hit ya shorty, keep it on the low,
This shit just like highschool, people wanna know.
I see you haters man, but I ain't mad at y'all niggas,
We get ass like them basketball niggas, I'm ballin'!
Got a sidekick so them hoes don't be callin'!
Hit me on aim, ay what's your screen name?
When I start typing in, a nigga's got some mean game, yea,
And when I whip it out, shit she gonna think she seeing things, but
Back in Carolina I miss home badly, (yea)
It's funny hoes I couldn't have is tryna bag me,
But I'm in the Jeep with this freaky ass Aggy,
She said she want it from the back, gladly.
If it's alright with you, shit, then it's alright with me, (hey)
If it's alright with you baby girl, then it's alright with me, (uh)
And if it's alright with you shawty, then it's alright with me,
Look, if it's alright with you, (yea) you know it's alright with me.
Yea uh
I'm skipping class just to get some ass, living fast,
And college with no sleep nigga, my jab-quick exams,
So kill that old college game, some shit we don't believe.
You mad cause your girl on Facebook poking me, so uh,
You know the G, I hit her up like "Hello Elle,
I see you looking right the other day, LOL.
So, what's good with you? "
She hit me right back like "Shit, what's good with you? "
You know I like that, so of course I write back,
Hit her with some nice chat.
Same night she in my room, lights off I strike that,
Yea I put game right, but that's your wife, nigga take her,
I bust then I kick her ass out to write a paper, yea (hahaha)
A nigga doing homework, drinking like a fish,
It ain't a weekend that I'm sober,
Fighting hangovers on my way to my internship,
And I forgot to study for my midterm, shit!
Hahahaha, wooo!
Ay, this is straight through, nigga,
No, no fucking, no double takes,
This is straight through the whole shit nigga,
Check it out man, tryna tell y'all niggas man,
College is a good look,
A real good look, my nigga,
For more reasons than one, man,
Know they try to keep us out of that shit though,
That shit like extra expensive.
I got scholarships though, so you know I'm not sweating that.
I feel for my niggas that couldn't make it man,
Ay Mike we in there baby, hahaah
Ay they can't, they can't keep us out the G my nigga, you know.
Then we all make it, nah, we ain't all make it.
Shout out to my niggas, man,
All my niggas, yo.
Weather you graduated or not,
Weather you made it to college or not, nigga.
Fayettenam, yeah, yeah,
Class of 2007 man,
Holla at me,

It may seem like our fire
Has been a little burnt out, we're tired
We only need to stay close
In time, sparks will fly
(And we fly too, and we, and we,
And we fly too)
Baby you deserve the whole enchilada, Gucci and Prada
Toast to the days when I didn't have a dollar
You stuck around even when the world frowned on me
Kicked me when I was down, and so they clowned on me
Down for me, my homie
You better believe, I know your home girl said you should leave
Know you as tired like the Michelin man
What if Gina would have listened to Pam?
Now they hate to see us last this long
When they get my album, probably pass this on
Thought they knew me, well
Money can't buy you happiness that's true as hell
The happiness can't buy yo ass this new SL
I love you like the fat kid loves cakes and shit
I love you like the bad kid love breakin' shit
Ride and die chick fighting insecurities
Want a ring and my last name for securities
It may seem like our fire
Has been a little burnt out, we're tired
We only need to stay close
In time, sparks will fly
(And we fly too, and we, and we,
And we fly too)
I know my style ain't perfect
I know my smile ain't perfect
Nigga ain't perfect, it's true
Funny though I'm perfect for you
All the drama seem worth it for you
She put up with the shit like she work at the zoo, true
Now what you crying for?
She says you ain't gon' settle down, what you lyin' for?
She want that old thing back
Things ain't the same, think we both seen that
Love is war, end up on the floor
But baby you only lose when you don't swing back
I say those words hoping that,
You fight for a nigga like I fight for you
Like I fight temptations every night for you
And though I slip, only girl in my life is you
It may seem like our fire
Has been a little burnt out, we're tired
We only need to stay close
In time, sparks will fly
(And we fly too, and we, and we,

Yea, we fresh off-mutherfuckin South Beach
Yea, huh,
Sometimes play the villan, sometimes play the hero
Sometimes I be dealer sometimes I be primo
Sometimes I be feeling, I got a big ego
Other times a nigga swim a round like Nemo
Uh, small fish in a big ass pond pushed around like a mower on a big ass lawn
I get my weight up,
Inflat up and make these old niggas open the gate up at the mansions that they laid up in
Like, "Hello my name is Cole" I'm walking right up in and well known
Don't give a fuck it you gon hate it man, hey fellow
Either you follow me or swallow me bitch
And I done hit to many hoes to ever pause that shit
Now since I just seen my face up in the XXL
A few chicks want to text let's chill-how obvious
Girls from all over the world is my hobby and I got a chic who stay in DC like a lobbyist
My old chick from Rawley that I still like to parley with
Just to hear that accent, now come and get that back bent
The moans turn to screams I can feel her climaxing
Now if you faking that baby you need to try acting
Hollywood shit,
Had a nigga feeling like the milkman deliver that due to body good dick
Feeling like I got game that Karate could'ntkick,
Therefore I'm bagging things that you probably wouldn't get, what up!
I'm a talk until you tell me shut up
Huh, and we can walk the beach until the sun up
Huh, I ain't gon lie I'm trynna get some cut up!
Ay, so what up! Hey
You heard that huh?
Oh you ain't heard of me well I prefer that!
Uh, I text my number to you did you get that?
Huh, well when you lonely baby you can hit back
And I I'll fix that
Tell me is you with that, hey, ay tell me is you with that
Ay tell em is you with that

Who dat, who dat?
Who dat, who dat?
Who dat, who dat?
Who dat, who dat? The nigga you been waitin' for?
I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago
Rappers is bullshittin', fuck it, I ain't hatin' though
'Cause now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satin's hoes
And she can't tell the difference, I been through hell conditions
Wishin' for air conditionin', feelin' God was never listenin'
Now I'm on television, and did I fail to mention?
Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy, you failed the mission
Speakin' of positions, just witness how I elevated
Real niggas celebrate it, finger-fuck whoever hate it
My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn
But then I redecorated, that means my tables turn
Live life, might as well, only way to learn
Is try and fail clientele, the only way to earn
So if you're sellin' crack or if you're sellin' rap
Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on trailin' back
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
So don't worry 'bout my muthafuckin' name
I gotta say who dat, who dat? Cole world
Who dat, who dat? I gotta say
Who dat, who dat? Hey
The mind state of a winner
When you thinkin' 'bout summertime, I'm thinkin' 'bout the winter
When you thinkin' 'bout breakfast, I'm heatin' up my dinner
I was plottin' this moment back when y'all was ridin' spinners
Now I'm a menace, God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup
Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet
Cloud told me, "Ain't you Roc? Well, where the fuck yo' chain at?"
Guess it's somethin' like your girl, nigga, it ain't came yet
The man make the chain, chain don't make the man
How many niggas do we know with hella ice, but yet they lame?
The cloth from which we came, me and them is not the same
Like we all headed to Spain, they took the boat I took the plane
Dang, that boy sick, now ho's on his joystick
Heatin' up like May weather, dog, I'm on that Floyd shit
Boy stick to yo' day job, said you was hot, well they lied
Is that ya gal? Well, I just cheated, no A-Rod
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
So don't worry 'bout my muthafuckin' name
I gotta say who dat, who dat?
Who dat, who dat? I gotta say
Who dat, who dat? Cole world
Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Cole?
The lil' engine that could, this lil' nigga is good
Rappers claiming they sick, I heal niggas for good
A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood
Ay, me I'm fresh prince, I'm Will Smith to the hood, baby
Ain't sayin' names but we not the same
All that money and the fame don't change the fact that you lame
Might wanna grab you a chain, wanna tip up your hat
Might wanna purchase some game, homie your shit is so wack
I got my finger on the trigger tell that nigga hold dat
Boy, I'm picture perfect, baby, you can check the Kodak
Hey, so anything you can do I can do better
And any chick you can screw I can get wetter
I'm young, black get to live my life on the run
Bet you bottom dollar before I'm done
They say that I'm the one, yeah nigga, I'm the one, ha
I gotta say who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
So don't worry 'bout my muthafuckin' name
I gotta say who dat, who dat? Cole world
Who dat, who dat? I gotta say
Who dat, who dat? J. Cole
Cole world, nigga, Cole world nigga

Yeah
Yeah, uh
Yea,
Yeah
Carolina, nigga
Fayettenam, nigga
This is for them street niggas to them deep niggas,
Them politics, them geek niggas,
To them freak bitches that swallow dick, its real.
Or them sheet niggas ain't proud of shit niggas, and still,
Even them bleak niggas without a cent could feel.
I never sleep nigga, I gotta get them mills
I never cheat nigga, my heart is with the ville.
When niggas greet niggas with hollow tips, but chill.
You'll never reach nigga, I got an itch to kill.
Word, a nigga bringing heat to the third
My shit in every street, like the curb.
So bitches wanna meet cuz I'm deep with my words,
So them niggas wanna peep like a perv,
But peep game.
Before they start saying 'He changed,"
A real nigga can never forget where he came.
So if I'm up in Carolina kicking deep game,
Or if I'm riding through Queens like the E-train,
I throw it up!
If you a down south nigga, throw it up, (and)
If you an east coast nigga, throw it up, (yea)
If you a west coast nigga, throw it up, (ay)
If you a mid-west nigga, throw it up, (ay)
If you a Fayettenam nigga, throw it up, (yea)
If you a ATL nigga, throw it up,
New York to L.A. niggas, throw it up,
Yeah, Chi town throw it up (yea)
As you niggas smoking more kush,
South niggas wreaking niggas, ask George Bush,
Ask Bill Clinton, a nigga Will Smithin'
My jeans a 'lil less baggy, money still fittin.'
The streets a lil less rowdy, but they still kickin'
Them Randy Johnson O.G. niggas still pitchin'
And yeah, I know she got a man, but I'm still hittin'
So when he be up in that shit, he be like 'This feels different,"
No shit, throw dick like the veteran I am,
I got that vitamin D, its like medicine to them.
I got her climaxing like it's never finna end,
That's why she fucking me a lot better than her man.
She try a new trick, she so wet a nigga swam,
Like a salmon in this bitch, my dick drowning in that shit.
They love a fly nigga on that frisbee shit.
Plus a nigga get Gs like them Disney flicks.
I throw it up!
If you a down south nigga, throw it up,
If you an east coast nigga, throw it up, (yea)
If you a west coast nigga, throw it up, (yea)
If you a mid-west nigga, throw it up, (yea)
If you a Bull city nigga, throw it up, (yea)
If you a H-town nigga, throw it up, (yea)
You represent that Bay nigga, throw it up, (yea)
And if you from that BK nigga, throw it up (yea)
Greedy niggas want the money, so thats where my aim is,
Hoe niggas love the attention, wanna be famous,
Real niggas fuck the attention, they know it's dangerous,
Rather make a mil' and nobody know what my name is, (uh)
But thats the price when you nice with it.
And them ladies gonna like cuz you light-skinned,
I take advantage of the situation,
I'm hitting dimes from Atlanta up to Pennsylvania.
They catch feelings and I switch next,
"I made it clear baby, just sex,
I'm too young to settle down, shorty get dressed!"
Even them white girls tryna be my princess,
But I only fuck with sisters like incest.
I've been stressed, I'm so in-depth,
I get this weight up off my chest like a bench-press,
I sense death in the air, but its nothing for me,
Some niggas better be aware or meet the cousin of sleep, get it?
You slow niggas still ain't felt that shit.
How she gonna upgrade me dog? I built that shit.
Rapping's a cash cow, finna milk that bitch,
You better hit up homocide, I just killed that shit, boy!
Throw it up nigga!
Throw Throw it, Throw it up!

[Chorus:]
Ayo, paper, green or chedder, cheese or bread
The cream is better, cake niggas fiend to get a piece of this American dream
It seems it's sunken to where this money is all they in love with
Like paper, green or chedder, cheese or bread
The cream is better, cake niggas fiend to get a piece of this American dream
It seems it's sunken to where this money is all they in love with
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Yo, Tasha, a fox but, been round the block cause niggas jock her
The wannabe model she dating mobsters
Been involved with street kids to kingpins
Got a thing for the bad boys
That's how she meets him, see him is cat named black
Real name Jack James, stacks change
Real big in the crack game
She's seen that Range and she's seen that chain
The bling made the dame wanna give up her last name
She was with, but he was pimp like, just like Ike was
Treated her like it was the Fight Club
Hit her with rights, blood drippin' on white rug
By the end of the night, they would kiss and she was iced up
Long as he kept her iced up, she piped down
Hit her off with a little pipe to mic bounce
Down south where a nigga wouldn't return for days or weeks
She was too afraid to cheat
So you ain't even gotta ask
As long as she got a Prada bag
Or an Armani exchange skirt showing a lot of ass
She's good, living the life, she's ballin'
Too bad she picked the wrong nigga to get involved with
See the nigga black had problems and enemies
And snake niggas is friends only pretend to be
And cats is out for his head, he caught in some shit
Just watch how Tasha gets tossed in the mix
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Now Black owed money and when it comes to this money, trust me
You can't tip toe with nobody cause niggas will do insane things to get they cream
Won't even speak, let the bullets explain things
That's how it is, paybacks a bitch right especially if you didn't pay back
Niggas is sick like, run up in your crib like "bitch where's the bread at? "
"You got a week to get it, don't got it, you'll regret it"
Funny I said it cause Jack's in the same exact predicament
Got a foot in the grave and still digging it
Owe some niggas money with no intentions of giving it
Them niggas is sending warnings, he isn't listening
Tomorrow morning they buss in his front door
And a swarm of muthafuckers with guns drawn coming at
On the hunt for Black, Tasha gets smacked
But Jack's gone a whole week before he gets back but
Niggas is through waiting, they been too patient already
They ain't recieved a fucking penny
So they called a nigga up
Told him if he doesnt get the dough
And give it up n the next 6 hours, his bitch is fucked
But, hold up!
The nigga Black answers with "So What! "
"I gives a fuck, shoot the hoe up, still won't show up"
Hung the phone up, toss it back and she knew

Da dump dump
This is the... warm up
Ok I roll up, hold up, look at how I showed up
I blowed up had a hole up in my pocket now its sowed up
They feenin for that crack, you know that rock, I got that product
You niggas tryna stop it betta load up
I hang my coat up
Ah I'm goin be here for a while so I smile hatas
I'm on that green like a flower like a alligator
Now or laters, I'm serving niggas Imma sound waiter
Just tell me what you want, I bring that back an hour later
Look how how I cater, dog what you fraid of, nothing
They talking gangsta, without no data, they frontin
Jackie chan, jean claude van dam straight stuntin, I wish a nigga would say something
Imma carolina nigga boy I got it on my back
Piggyback style I aint talkin bout no tat
And Imma rep the ville in every city that im at
And I guareente I'm bring home plaques
Shout out to my brother zach
And my mother
I love you
Yea, look,
Aint that about a bitch this nigga on his own his dick
They say I'm like the human body I produce my own shit
And I toot my own horn, a star when I was born
My name aint james, my word is bond
Yeah
Shout out to cannibus had a similar line ninety-eight ninety-nine
Damn them was the times
Nevermind dwelling in the past, your listening to the future
Them flows get tighter, them hoes get looser
Then they wanna suduce you like medusa be cool
I said "I got a girl", she told me "me too"
So that must mean you want a nigga to eat that seafood (shit)
Baby dont be foolish, but call her I'll watch her do it
You know

J. Cole ]
What's sunshine with no rain*
What's joy without no pain
And I'm still gon do my thing
There ain't no holding me back
Hey I'm gon get mine believe that
And what's sunshine with no rain
And what's Joy without no pain
Hey yeah
Yeah hey
The city fucked up even thug niggas getting robbed.
Know it's bad when the drug dealers getting jobs
Same niggas who skipped out on graduation
At the gas station filling out the applications but
They ain't calling me back
Best friends be our references
Pay checks spent on necklaces
Down payments on the Lexuses
Debit in the negative
Overdraft with the sky overcast
But I'm screaming fuck the pessimist
Cause there ain't no holding me back, huh
The little nigga had big dreams to do big things
'But in this game everything ain't what this shit seems'
'Trying hard to climb up to the flag pole'
Find out your heroes is some assholes

Yeah,
Yea Yea, uh,
It's Carolina, nigga,
Yeah
Fayettenam,
Yeah!
Listen, alive and still kickin nigga,
I survived the ville,
But a lot will not, so they will glocks and bonnevilles
Niggas lying, still get high, they ride and kill,
Money hungry, tryna find a meal.
Can't stay inside and chill,
Little niggas thinking: 'fuck school, I'm finna sign a deal!'
Hunting hoes, trapping niggas,
Lying like they on the pill,
Preachers say we blessed,
But all we feel is stressed, tryna deal.
If this liquor don't help, nigga, this marijuana will,
Roll up, I take a shot for them niggas behind the steel -gates,
My mind is still- racing, I'm tryna kill- snakes,
Cuz niggas is fake, but wait, time reveals so,
Nevermind, that real shit is what I am tryna build.
It's kinda ill how I'm giving y'all that Carolina feel,
A nigga so deep, you tryna find me dog, you gotta drill,
It's kinda ill how I'm giving y'all that Carolina feel,
A nigga so deep, you tryna find me dog, you gotta drill.
Yeah,
Yo, Coming home, y'all,
Listen,
At any given time, got the city on my mind,
The city on my mind,
The city on my mind,
I'm riding round feeling like the city, it is mine,
The city, it is mine,
The city, it is mine,
At any given time, Carolina on my mind,
Carolina on my mind,
Carolina on my mind,
Said "I feel ya pain nigga, but I'm tryna go for mine,"
I'm tryna go for mine,
I'm tryna go for mine,
Hey,
Ay, fuck them hoes, let them bunnies be,
Perfect vision I'm 20/20 for this money, G,
See it's funny, you get that paper, then them honeys show,
Cuz they know we finna blow, like a runny nose,
Money goes, the money come.
Barely twenty-one, I'm thinking big things,
Momma in the mansion with the fish tanks,
The Carolina way.
If you in college then you know the crime won't pay,
Lest you find a way, fuck what them niggas is tryna say,
Cuz in Carolina- we thorough,
My niggas hold it down all the way from Fayettenam to the G borough,
And up in Winston, and Raleigh, did I mention?
The Bull City got them ol' fake niggas flinchin'
Tar heels state, either you shooting or you hoopin' yo,
Niggas can't wait for them Panthers to win the Superbowl,
So shout out to them super cold niggas up in Charlotte,
No matter the city, man, Carolina shine, regardless!
Yea,
Yo, coming home nigga!
(Deacon)
Riding big in an ol' school Chevy
With the windows down when I'm rolling through my city, like,
Ooh!
On my way to meet up with a freak and my nigga drunk beating
She can hear me down the street, she like 'Ooh!'
Blew game and I do my thing,
Ain't tryna settle down, I ain't shopping for no ring,
Oh no!
Riding with my niggas for the weekend,
Carolina sounds pumping out the speakers, like

One time for the plan
Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands
Yeah, live for the moment be high
Act like you wanna reach high
Know we ain't on but we try
Now holla back and reply
I feel like I live for this moment
See it in their eyes the other guys don't want it
My style they can crown it but can't dethrone it
I was aiming for the top and now I-I-I'm on it (uh)
What a powerful performance
I was in my zone, send flowers for opponents
Tell em get well soon cause I ain't in the mood
So if you read that word backwards it should spell doom
I'm on fire y'all can inhale fumes
As I zoom by ya as ya thinking who's higher
Fueled by a desire you should admire
That's why I'm what they aspire to be before they retire (uh)
A livin' legend with God given blessings
And game so cold they probably watching this in heaven
Expectin' the incredible so baby watch me do that (uh)
And make the angels say Lord how he do that
And one time for the Plan
Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands
Yeah, live for the moment be high
Act like you wanna reach high
Know we ain't on but we try
Now holla back and reply
(La la la la la la)
And one time for the Plan
Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands
Yeah, live for the moment be high
Act like you wanna reach high
Know we ain't on but we try
Now holla back and reply
(Aye aye aye aye aye)
A champions mentality
And so I'm scoring ignoring the fact you fouling me
And 1 where I go you can't come
I was schooling your father boy that make you my grandson
Uh, I been around the block twice though my shot nice
No referee but best believe out here I got stripes
Now that they finally consider me a legit scorer
Would you believe I started off as a benchwarmer
Had me feeling like Master Splinter
Now the heads and commentators say that's a winner
Hey, hard work pay off nah I don't take a day off,
I rest not, I guess that's why your best short way off
These are the things that dreams are made of
It's sweet, no time for sleep when you're elite
If what you reap is what you sow then wat was you expecting
Expect to come in secound while I become a legend
One time for the Plan
Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands
Yeah, live for the moment be high
Act like you wanna reach high
Know we ain't on but we try
Now holla back and reply
(La la la la la la)
And one time for the Plan
Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands
Yeah, live for the moment be high
Act like you wanna reach high
Know we ain't on but we try
Now holla back and reply
(Aye aye aye aye aye)
(La la la la la la)
Why don't you reach for the sky
Ohh, you don't believe you could fly
I guess I see you when you get there, yeah
I guess I see you when you get there
(La la la la la la)
Why don't you reach for the sky
You don't believe you could fly
I guess I see you when you get there, yeah
I guess I see you when you get there
And one time for the Plan
Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands
Yeah, live for the moment be high
Act like you wanna reach high
Know we ain't on but we try
Now holla back and reply
(La la la la la la)
And one time for the Plan
Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands
Yeah, live for the moment be high
Act like you wanna reach high
Know we ain't on but we try
Now holla back and reply

Yea*
Fresh off the mother fuckin-
Broadcast, and I'm here!
Fuego, nigga,
Yea, hey
Uh, it's happening fast
Yea, uh
I told niggas on the low, they ain't hear it though
Boy that man in the mirror, is a miracle
Ay wipe your face, momma told you no more tears will flow
We eating better than we was a few years ago
Send you Western Union on my payday
A week later it's mayday
So you return the favor, we stayed afloat like some sailors
Bill collectors blowing us up, they could'ntfade us
Bitch I made strait A's go ahead and try to degrade us
Haters - But this ones funny
Man one year later I was on them phones collecting money
A lesson from me, everybody got a story dog
Unfortunately learned I can't do nothing for you do dawg
I'm trynna run the whole game like a morning jog with hits like a porno blog
Not hoping out the shower to make 10 dollars an hour
Ain't judging, no, to each is own
You pay your bills to raise your kids inside a decent home
More power to you but a message to you, fuck niggas!
I hope your kids grow up and never want to fuck with you
This punk nigga knock up two hoes at the same time
And told us nigga, they were lying, dog they ain't mines
That's cold blooded but ain't nothing new
Same old, fuck it though, what's up with you?
If you make it this far listening without skipping
Then I got to show love, don't worry I'm just venting
The late night thoughts of a nigga on a mission
And I rock my girl to sleep in missionary position
Tuck that ass in and then I went and grab pen - and then you have it
Word flowing like magic, it's truly accurate
You niggas posing like some hoes up in a beauty pageant
Nobody touching me it's like I got the cooties rapping
Remember when we called niggas African booty scratchers?
Yea that was random but man so is life
You grab your needles grab your thread and hope you sew it right
I find myself fiening for a spot to go at night
Where the liquor flowing steady and the hoes polite
The fast lane make me reminisce on slowing life
The Unabomber blowing up over night
Boom! Uh!
Ay yo it's happening fast
I said it's happening fast
All the drama that I had to get past
Will it last or will it past?
Just as quick as it came
Hoes knowing my name
Dog fucking with fame
I pray to God it won't change
But even if it don't most niggas look at you strange
But I guess I can't complain (heyy)
Ay man it's happening fast (fast)
I said it's happening fast (fast)

Yea, huh, yo, You gotta list- you gotta follow me what im doing right
heerree man
Like, when I say this shit is crazy, I don't mean its crazy like crazy
I just mean crazy like it fucking its actually crazy
You know what I mean? Yea
Seems like I always had crushes on chicks I couldn't have
And then I end up fucking with someone I shouldn't have
See, in my mind, it's like I'm perfect for her, I gotta show her
But sadly, in reality, dog, I don't even know her
But still somehow she got my mind infatuated
Absolutely fascinated with the thoughts of what she might be like
Time after time after time I had to wait,
Is fate procrastinating?
I cant take it 'cause I might be right,
Chorus
This is the girl of my dreams
Ay, is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Ay, should I try and get some help?
(repeat 2x)
Verse 2
Oh shit, she passed me on the boulevard
Ay, tell me is it stalking if I follow her like all the way home
without her knowing
Nah, nigga, I'm just curious where she stay at
Besides when I'm with her, this gon' be the spot we lay at
And maybe I'll just drive by occasionally
And if one day I happen to see her outside, she wave at me,
Imagine what she'll say to me, this ain't no time to be afraid no more
It's time for bravery
No matter if my homies think I'm crazy,
(Chorus)
Verse 3
Look, I spot her walking in the mall,
Okay, it's time to grow some balls if she really gon' be yours
Oh my god, I'm walking towards her
My mind screaming stop, but my legs keep walking forward
Straighten up your face, nigga, she see you coming for her
My heartbeat racing, and my hands keep shaking
Say something, you shy motherfucker, she's waiting,
"Wassup girl, don't mean to interrupt
But in the city I done met a lot of women
But you from my dreams, ay will you come true?
I know about a show that we can catch, some R&B; and rap, ay you should
come through"
She said, "Uh, I love to, except I don't like rap
Besides, if I went with you, then I don't really think my man would
like that"
*Damn*
"Okay, you say you got a man, I mean, I definitely understand,
I'm happy for you, really am, I couldn't of been the only fan
In the world Of a girl like you
I mean, you're beautiful, and I'm sure he's a very nice dude
It ain't no biggie, well I'm sure that I'm gon' see you around the city
Only thing I ask if shit don't work out for y'all, then don't forget me
And don't act like a stranger when you see me on the scene"
I came up with a world-class scheme to get the-
(Chorus)
Verse 4
So I find out the nigga name, know exactly where he stayin'
Find out when he leave for work, hold up nigga, is you sane?
Imma follow in my car; Imma cut in front of his
Run him right into the wall, maybe even off the bridge
I give her a little time, then console her while she crying
She gon' take that as a sign; finally she will be mine!
I'll be king, and she'll be queen when I hit her with ring
At the wedding, who gon' sing?

Yea, yea
Real niggas can relate
Yea, Ville niggas can relate man
I see you lookin' at me hard, shawty what it's gone be?
Would you ride next to your man or let him run up on me?
'Cause I see him tryna grill, better take his ass home
'Fore I lay his ass out, then I take your ass home
I ain't even gone front man a nigga tryna cut
I ain't tryna take his place, I just wanna hit you up
When that nigga ain't around I just wanna pick you up
Bring you back to the crib, sip a little liquor up
Then I give you a massage, get you wet get you up
Then I give you what you want, if it's clean I'll lick it up
Now you can do me, if it's right my shit is up
Face down on your stomach take that ass and lift it up
Then I do my thang, now shawty listen up
Yea yo' pussy do bang got no problem hookin' up
Just remember why I call ya, and why we gettin up
I ain't tryna be ya man, I ain't tryna split you up
Cause I do my thang, now shawty listen up
Yea yo' pussy do bang got no problem hookin' up
Just remember why I call ya, and why we gettin up
I ain't tryna be ya man, I ain't tryna split you up
I'll be that nigga on the side, when you feel you wanna creep
When you in the bed alone while your man run the streets
All you gotta do is dial, let the phone ring twice
Babygirl I love your style I won't even think twice
I ain't even gone front, man a nigga tryna beat
I ain't tryna wife you up though you is a dimepiece
I just love the way you ride like a certified freak
How you throw it right back got a niggas thighs weak
So just hit me when you want it, you know how to find me
Got no time for no games you know how the grind be
But I'mma make the time if you bouta dial me
I'mma make you say my name like you caller ID
Cause I do my thang, now shawty listen up
Yea yo pussy do bang got no problem hookin' up
Just remember why I call ya, and why we gettin up
I ain't tryna be ya man, I ain't tryna split you up
Cause I do my thang, now shawty listen up
Yea yo' pussy do bang got no problem hookin' up
Just remember why I call ya, and why we gettin up
I ain't tryna be ya man, I ain't tryna split you up
Give you money to get your hair did? He can do that
Pay for dinner and a movie? Man, he can do that
Work you out in the bed? Maybe he can do that
But I know you'd much rather call me to do that
And girl I'm wit' it
Yea - I'm so wit' it
Babygirl I'm so wit' it
So let me hit it
Cause I do my thang, now shawty listen up
Yea yo' pussy do bang got no problem hookin' up
Just remember why I call ya, and why we gettin up
I ain't tryna be ya man, I ain't tryna split you up
Cause I do my thang, now shawty listen up
Yea yo' pussy do bang got no problem hookin' up
Just remember why I call ya, and why we gettin up

Yeah, what's up girl?
Angel eyes, long hair, I see you cryin', what's wrong there
"He did what? He fucked who?", we know the story, what's new?
See I could probably rush you, tell you that he shoulda loved you
Take advantage, fuck you, tell you I'll do all the shit he wouldn't do
But the truth is, we all the same, on different teams, but it's all a game
The objective, tryna score, you got a wife, you find a whore
You fuck her fast, she find her drawers, pull up her pants, you find the door
You drive her home, she mop you off, you bust again, and drop her off
Then repeat like an episode; why we cheat, I'll never know
Is it cause we rap? Heavens no, lotta niggas rap though, never blow
Like heterosexuals, girl you fine, from head to toe
Could it be cause my father let me know that he cheated and somehow
I never told, I never told
Hey, do you wanna be a man?
Yeah, I wanna be a me
A man don't run and tell mama everthing, is he?
I don't tell
All right then man, be a man, yeah
Hey, oK
Ok, that's what it is, I see the game, the hoes come, the season's change
The hoes go, we rearrange, fuck up her life, she'll never be the same
The OG's that beat the game, forever young, Peter Pan
35? Still playing; Child support? Still paying
Juggling, bill paying, been running round, field daying
Wine and dine, meal paying, with hopes that she'll land
The bed and, get wet then, give head then, you bet man
The same girl who said we just met man,
game colder than the fucking dead man
One night stands, no best man, no bridesmaids or Reverends
Cause Wolverine's depressing, don't wanna be your ex-man
Cause Cupid aims and throw the darts,
there go the sparks and broken hearts

[Intro:]
Yeah yeah yeah
Elite Elite Elite... Elite
Ya know
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Slim nigga, lyrically on my limbs
Bigga then a nigga hittin' the gym
Regular benchpressin' the bar,
Ten steps up from ya'll, you could follow my lead,
If you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin' at me
But please hold your applause
Ya'll holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the flo'
Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho
And she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo'
I never pound with the flo, at times I wonder
Aye when they listen to my shit man can they hear my hunger?
Or will these hatin' ass rappers try to steal my thunder
Aye this is big shit poppin', you gon' need a plunger
To take me under, niggas in trouble
You lookin' at Lebron James of the game
I could do anything that you name
I could blaze any rapper in the game that you bring
Pour gasoline on the brain, got the flame for that
So you hatin' niggas refrain from that
A little bitter cause yo game is whack
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
[Chorus]
Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine
Take what's mine
Hey, hey
[Verse 2]
A dolla and a dream, that's all a nigga got
So, if it's 'bout that C.R.E.A.M, then I'm all up in the spot
I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but naw I ain't flashin'
I never gave a fuck about no high-end fashion
And maybe I was too broke, maybe I'm just too dope
To rap about that regular shit, or bag a regular bitch
These niggas talkin' like they on the next level and shit
But Cole's flow so cold, Bet the devil get sick
How do you want it? So sick I make you mentally vomit
These rappers askin' for beats and they ain't even fit to be on it
I see 'em writin' about rappers, I should be sick to my stomach
Because they talk 'bout the future but didn't mention me on it
So now I'm back in the kitchen, cookin' I'm meant to be one of the greatest
No niggas seein' me, this century us and you hate it
Look how I played it, other niggas was jaded
Under-appreciated, now Carolina is rated
I let Elite breathe, yeah
Hey, uh uh uh
I let Elite breathe, yeah
[Chorus]
Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine
Take what's mine

[Chorus:]
Even through the joy I feel the pain
Even in the sun I feel the rain
Even when I'm high I feel the lows
Like that's all I know
And lord knows I can't complain
But even when I do it feels the same
I'm getting high just to fight the lows
Cause that's all I know
[Verse 1:]
Yeah school girl, cool girl
Your dress is sexy and your momma is a cougar
So she let you do the grown folk's thing
Let you hang with them boys and they play you like a fool girl
You got your new hair, it looks so good
You write the same nigga's name in your notebook
You know the same one from class, the one you let smash
Now you see him round school and he won't look
Now girl you wiz fine, ain't no doubt about it
But why else you think he hit it and forgot about it
That's cause your mind don't match with your ass got
But cheer up you gotta be your own mascot
You see you're looking for a man like you need somebody
Get your ass off of Twitter you could be somebody
A doctor, a rockstar baby live life
But you'd rather wet up all your pillows all night thinking
[Chorus:]
Even through the joy I feel the pain
Even in the sun I feel the rain
Even when I'm high I feel the lows
Like that's all I know
And lord knows I can't complain
But even when I do it feels the same
I'm getting high just to fight the lows
Cause that's all I know
It's all I know
It's all I know
It's all I know
It's all I
Ay cheer up
And lil mama cheer up
You got your whole life to live
Ay why you wanna tear up
Don't let them little boys... when they try to push up
Hey, hey
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself
Don't even wanna get out the bed
I got the glock to my head feel I'd rather be dead
And am I hopeless, raised with rats and roaches
Never liked the teachers, couldn't stand my coaches
Ass must have mattered but you can't relate
Living a life that you hate but you can't escape
Feel like I'm stuck here
That's why I don't give a fuck here
There's no luck here, nobody to trust here
My own mother yeah I love her but things I heard as a child under my covers
Left me with scars it was hard to see her suffer
Ducking my heart and I don't know if I'll recover
I'm going under and as I'm headed out the front door
She say she proud of me and I wonder what for
And once more
[Chorus:]
Even through the joy I feel the pain
Even in the sun I feel the rain
Even when I'm high I feel the lows
Like that's all I know
And lord knows I can't complain
But even when I do it feels the same
I'm getting high just to fight the lows
Cause that's all I know
It's all I know
It's all I know
It's all I know
It's all I
Ay cheer up
And lil mama cheer up
You got your whole life to live
Ay why you wanna tear up
Don't let them little boys... when they try to push up

Cole World, Boy, check the degree's
These lil niggas is trash go and get the Febreeze
THats why I blew up on you sucka's all that's left is debree
One soldier's all that's left is fatigues
Act like you know me boy, I'm Kobe
How the fuck you gon step in my league
Talking bout bullshit, your message fatigue
Played out
Phoney nigga probably only got arrested for weed
And out here talking that dime shit
Dom Perignon shit
Not gon cut it like some scissors on my lawn shit
Grown cause I own shit
This is what you won't get
Game so cold, bring the blizzard to the Palms
I'm a wizard, I'm a don and I put this on my mom
I'm offended, I'm appalled
If y'all ain't bowing
Claim you a monster but y'all ain't growling
Claim you a beast, why y'all ain't howling?
'Bout as sweet as a jumper on the game Ray Allen
I'm 'bout fucking hoes like Ray J wylin'
Killin' niggas like K K K violence
I guess it's why they pay homage

Nigga probably only got arrested for weed
And out here talking that dime shit
Dom Perignon shit
Not gon cut it like some scissors on my lawn shit
Grown cause I own shit
This is what you won't get
Game so cold, bring the blizzard to the Palms
I'm a wizard, I'm a don and I put this on my mom
I'm offended, I'm appalled
If y'all ain't bowing
Claim you a monster but y'all ain't growling
Claim you a beast, why y'all ain't howling?
'Bout as sweet as a jumper on the game Ray Allen
I'm 'bout fucking hoes like Ray J wylin'
Killin' niggas like K K K violence
I guess it why they pay homage

Yeah grew up with killers, I didn't know they was killers
We was just together man, playing Mega-man on Sega man
Your mama loved me to death, she reminded me of Afeni
Yeah real black queen
If I had a genie,
I wish that she ain't struggle no more
Y'all wouldn't have to go to sleep with all the roaches if she wasn't so poor
You told me when you came to my house
This shit was like a timeout from reality
One night you asked me what I'm crying about
Cause you was staying over for the weekend
I woke up from out my sleep
When I heard mama and my stepfather beefin
I don't know if he been drinkin
But I know this shit got loud and I heard rumbling from struggling
And rolling on the ground
Could never get used to that sound
My mama saying get off me
My tears is tumbling now
I wish that you never saw me
Cause I ll, felt like a coward, so powerless I was only 12
And grab the Glock right off the fucking shelf
If nothing else scared a nigga shitless
There goes two of my wishes
Forever scarred, determined to get some heart
No matter how big the nigga, no matter how small you are
Fast-forward to our older years
Two different paths
You used to talk to me about college but that shit didn't last
Waste of potential, getting cash, what could I say?
So tired of not having things, you never see it my way
Too proud to fold, your
Your demise
One day to my surprise, my nigga called me, told me you just caught a body twice your size
I asked if it was self defense, he said it was defense of pride
And that they trying to give you ten, but if you lucky you'll do five damn
Not my nigga
The same one that told me that things always get better
Just trust me, don't cry my nigga
The news call him a killer, but he my nigga
Sad shit

(Talking)
[Verse 1]
If my heart stop pumping tomorrow don't feel no sorrow
'Cause life is hard mentally
And everything is meant to be
Sometimes I ask myself if I was gone who would remember me?
It's hard to tell
Oh well, sit back and sip this Hennessey
Now lately it's been hard to tell my friends part from my enemies
'Cause plenty niggas show me love but in their hearts they envy me
Why?
I'm just a nigga from around the way
Told my mama I'd make it happen and I found a way
Pour out some liquor for my niggas at the crossroads
And may the Lord give guidance to the lost souls
I know that deep inside these niggas know there's more to life
Than macking hoes and stacking dough
Man I'm sorta like a nigga who done seen greener grass
So when they think they balling like the dream team
My nigga I done seen meaner cash
And I'm trying to get
Follow me nigga I'm on the prowl
Headed to the top
You watching me nigga?
Then hold it down
[Chorus]
Hold it down
If you need to holla at me don't hesitate to call
It ain't a problem
I can be there
I ride for
Lie for you
I know you'd do the same
I would die for you
So hold me down
When the times is hard I'll be around
So hold it down
And it don't matter how far
I'll be around
(I hold it down)
[Verse 2]
You was my nigga from the younger days
We grew up
I went to school, you went the other way
But still my brother man
I'm sitting reminiscing on
All of them bitches we was tripping over, kissing on
Or at the skating rink
We trying to bag some new hoes
And if I needed gear you'd let me hold your new clothes
And vice-a-versa man
But now that life is worser man
A nigga slow caking
I'm broke trying to chase a dream
You just got probation
And I'm stressed
Your little sister pregnant
What's next?
Oh shit, my mama doing drugs
At times it's hard to feel blessed
In this madness
I holla at my nigga in the sadness
Remember when your mama tried to beat you with that bat?
Shit, remember your chick Nina?
Man that ass was the fattest
Remember my crush on Sabrina?
Yo she's still the baddest
I'm just glad that I can holla at you
It's been a while
Until the next time I hear from you
Aye, hold it down
[Chorus]
Hold it down
If you need to holla at me don't hesitate to call
It ain't a problem
I can be there
I ride for
Lie for you
I know you'd do the same
I would die for you
So hold it down
When the times is hard I'll be around
So hold me down
And it don't matter how far
I'll be around
(I hold it down)
[Verse 3]
These is tough times baby
But we'll make it through
You know I'm headed for the top
I swear I'm taking you
Just hold a nigga down through this bad weather
The rain falling
Ain't balling but I have better
A woman with an ass and a strong mind
It's been a long time
Sometimes you on your bullshit
Sometime I'm on mine
Will I have a hard time to stay committed?
Or do I only want your voice moaning when I hit it?
Man only God knows
I know deep in your heart you don't want me to be no star though
There's groupies after every show
You scared I'm fucking every hoe
And girl I ain't 'gon lie and say I won't
'Cause shit you never know
But may the Lord give me strength
I love you more than anything
The future mother of my kids
The love is real
And if we ever part, God forbid
I love you still
So when I'm on the road don't trip
You know I'm down for you
Keep it tight and don't slip
And hold it down for me
[Chorus]
Hold it down
If you need to holla at me don't hesitate to call
It ain't a problem
I can be there
I ride for
Lie for you
I know you'd do the same
I would die for you
And hold me down
When the times is hard I'll be around
So hold me down
And it don't matter how far
I'll be around

[Verse 1:]
Gettin higher than the soul of little Shaniya,
To the ones that killed her, hope you burn in fire.
I'm burnin tires on the strip, tryna get a grip,
Liquor in the cupholder, tryna get a sip.
6 shots of Hennessey, I'm still goin strong.
Please numb me from the bullshit that's goin on.
That girl was 5 years old that they just murdered,
And did some wicked shit to her that was unheard of,
You fuckin coward.
Ain't gotta tell em' go to Hell,
Cause that's the shit that make them other niggas sick in Jail;
So you gon' feel it.
Travel the world reppin this city, know I'm gon kill it,
But yet a nigga ain't got a clue... how I'm gon deal with
All the bullshit. Niggas sendin shots my way.
You put a hit out on me, think that I'm gon stop? No way.
Gon have to kill me, or witness a nigga livin so filthy
Young, Black, and Wealthy, nigga for that I'm guilty.
Still see all the fake shit.
It's funny somehow thought the money could erase it.
No matter how much dough you got you gotta face it,
And to my niggas gone hope you in a better place,
If I make it I'll holla...
[Chorus:]
See World (See world, See world)
You're no good
See World (See world, See world)
You're no good
No matter how I hate flashbacks and rewinds
Can't escape the pain that's trapped in my mind
See World (See world, See world)
You're no good
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Yeah I got a chip on my shoulder the size of a golden nugget
The industry overlook me for that I be holding grudges
Wouldn't take a chance on me
Suddenly it's, oh you love it
Let's get a cole feature that's gon put you over budget
Picture being broke with no pot to piss in
And then suddenly your idols is your competition
Used to be God to me, slowly losing my religion
As these notes from my composition turn the compositions thin
Put it out and hope the World sing
We sippin' liquor for the pain that the World bring
We had dreams just to make it up the flag pole
Just to find out that out heroes were some ass holes
Y'all don't hear me, maybe you had the World figured out wrong
When these niggas go from singing our songs to waiting on you
Bout a year later the same ones be hatin' on you
Every other record these rappers be faking on you
We singing songs but we know that ain't true
We know you gotta make the people pay you
Cause either you play the game or watch the game play you
And be that broke motherfucker talkin bout "I stay true"

It's way darker this time
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Sometimes I'm real like Pac
Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got
Sometimes I focus on the dough
Look at these bills I got
This is a message for some rappers trying to steal my spot
You niggas famous on the internet
I'm real life hot
Homie, get your weight up
Fake niggas get sprayed up
My verbal AK slay faggots
And I don't mean no disrespect whenever I say faggot, okay faggot
Don't be so sensitive
If you want to get fucked in the ass
That's between you and whoever else's dick it is
Pause, maybe that line was too far
Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are
And who can blame ya
Boy Meets World
I'm trying to find a new Topanga
And bang her out, no hanging out
My pops was club hopping back when Rick James was out
And all I get is Trinidad James
Wait a minute that's strange
Sip a bit of champagne, say fuck
If the hoes like it
I love it nigga nigga nigga
Used to watch Rap City Big Tigga Tigga
Rap nerd even copped Rah Digga Digga
Pac had a nigga saying fuck Jigga, fuck Biggie
I was only like eleven so forgive me
A decade later I be all up in the city
Trying to get Hov to fuck with me
With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand
When he said he didn't want it
It was, fuck him again
One day, he gon' regret playing me
Little did I know
In a year he'd be fucking paying me
What can you say to me
I beat the odds like Vegas
I use to rap about haters before niggas was hating me
Now they hate to see a young Black man with a college degree
Fucking all these little models for free
Pardon me
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
I'm prince of the city
I studied Machiavelli
You niggas couldn't blow with C4 strapped to your belly
I snuck up out the parks where niggas be living heartless
And cannot tell the difference between Iraqi, Israeli
So I'm wondering really
What could you actually tell me
I'm tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully
So, back with this pen to give back for my sins
Took a black president to tell the Japanese sorry
But who the fuck gon' tell my niggas sorry
Never seen his pops cause he's sorry
Fuck the education
Would ask for reparations
But I'm probably just gonna buy Ferraris, vroom
Please forgive him
According to the preacher man he needs Jesus in him
But the Devil run the T.V. so the demons in him
I'm in trouble
Did a deal with the Devil but now I'm pleading with him
Like give me my soul
My nigga
I ain't ever letting you go again
I ain't ever letting go
I ain't ever letting you go again
Please give me my soul
I ain't ever letting go
I ain't ever letting you go again
Please give me my soul
I ain't ever letting go
But the Devil don't play fair
I'm bout to go and join the Illuminati
Fuck everybody
I'm bout to go and join the Illuminati
Fuck everybody
I'm bout to go and join the Illuminati
Fuck everybody
I'm bout to go and join the Illuminati
This next three bars is dedicated to the retards
Keep on asking me about the Illuminati
Is you stupid nigga
Young Black millionaire
Old White billionaires
I'm sure that they could do without me
And I ain't really into sacrificing human bodies
Couple more A's I would have been a summa cuma laude
Beyonce told me that she want to cop a blue Bugatti
That shit is more than what I'm worth
I think she knew it probably
Well this is awkward
Want to know what else is really awkward
When niggas buy rings for bitches I had flings with
I'm praying I don't see them at the Oscars
Re-adjusted my target audience
Cause it's obvious
I've gone astray
Losing my way like Timberlake
What's playing in my mind
Just the sound of my whole career
Crashing burning
The thing that I mostly fear
Was on track for the first two years
Until I let the Devil steer
Now what have we here
Mask my tears, but I
My nigga
I ain't ever letting you go again
I ain't ever letting go
I ain't ever letting you go again
Please give me my soul
I ain't ever letting go
I ain't ever letting you go again
Please give me my soul
I ain't ever letting go
But the Devil don't play fair
Allow me to re-duce myself
My name is Cole
My nigga
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

Mo Money, yeah
Mo Money, Blow Money, Show Money
Party Money, Side Ho Money, Dope Money
New Clothes money from shit that I wrote money
So much money I don't know who stole from me
Hard to keep track I'm used to having no money
Still broke compared to niggas with old money
I mean the type of niggas that laugh at Hov money
Billionaires with Petroleum and coal money
Probably kill themselves if they had Cole money
Talk shit and I'mma see you like you owe money
I'm wrapping up the album, fourth quarter I'm so money
I'm overseas looking for trees to grow money
Peter Popoff off robbing people for hope money
Prostitutes collecting that let me stroke money
Put up a couple dollars for the liquor store money
Used to dread the strip club cause I couldn't throw money
Now the strippers give a nigga the throat for no money
How mama gonna teach you how to save your money
When she barely on the boat got stay afloat money
Blacks always broke cause we don't know money
Spend it before we get it and could never hold money
No wallets, nah, nigga we'd rather fold money
Money control niggas, white man control money

Momma I just killed a man
My body still trembling can you feel my hand
Don't shed no tears, it won't be long before they find out it was me momma
This may be the last time you see me free ma
Don't spend it cryin'
You did your best, me I was blessed, know you were stressed tryin'
To keep me out the streets, me ducking police
Tryin' not to make a peek to wake you up out your sleep
A drunk and high fool
Skip a class, fluncking high school
I know you taught me better, somehow I never learned
Said I was playing with fire, somehoe I never burned
You tried to set me straight, somehow I never permed
You tried to show me right but somehow I never turned
Lost in a cloud of marijuana, are you sane dummy
Dry your face mommy, your not to blame for me
See I'm a man, I gotta take whatever came for me
At times I wonder 'bout my father
Would it change for me if he was around?
Would I still be running round with the lowlife's
Bum ass n-ggas no jobs, no life
Seen them n-ggas killed for no price
I watched his life flash before his eyes like a strobe light
I pulled the trigger momma
Tryna be hard, I aint mean to kill the n-gga momma
But what's done is done
I'm on the run, I live my life like a movie now it's way too realer
Who woulda thought your baby boy woulda grew up to be a killer
Yeh, now I'm a killer
Guess I'm a killer
They got me in here with the killers
Yeah I mean the killers
I wonder whats in store for me
Lately been stressing, pray for blessings, hope that there's more for me
Than just a simple life
N-ggas that I used to hoop with is doing triple life
Gave up the jump shot
Work on the john shot
Who woulda thought I used to block this n-ggas lay ups
Now he's in a cell layed up
I wish you well, stay up
Like insomniacs
This life can make a n-gga fold like a laundry mat
I sip this cognac though to ease my brain from all this pain
And so that I react slow, in this fast world
Slow n-ggas, fast girls
Hoes give up ass while these ho n-ggas hold triggers
Blast on 'em
Hold up that old checker flag for 'em
Chalk lines by the do not park sign
It's deep, all these cold hearted n-ggas holding heat
I'd rather blast before they steal a n-gga
Tell 'em now boy, don't make me turn into a killer
Yeah, into a killer
Don't make me turn into a killer
Yeah, to a killer, yeh yeh
To those who had love for me in the past
Who woulda thought time would fly by so fast
I remember back in class we used to make believe
Like it was draft day
Swore that we would make the league, be rich
Saturday morning had to rake the leaves, awww shit
Watch how they pile up
Seem like a mile up
I was the blisters on my hand than I dial up my best friend
Skating ring is where we headed tonight
And if a n-gga disrespect, yes we ready to fight
In retrospect that shit seemed petty
At the time, the shit was heavy
Cause life was all about your name
You had to scrap with any n-gga that would call you lame
Ashamed no doubt, so many n-ggas go they brains blown out
Snatched a n-gga chain and he got his name rolled out in obituaries
Another body in a cemetary
Another young n-gga in the penetentiary
And he don't give a f-ck no missionary
Rap visionary, paint a picture n-gga pictionary
Tell you what it is, I'm a dictionary
I knew a n-gga that threw his d-ck in every chick in every city that he went to
Went hard like the rent do
Till he met the wrong bitch, man just came home ex-convict
And he stay on with that Thriller
Shit, f-cking around with them killers
Yeah, with them killers
F-cking around with them killers

Hey, to the college kids no scholarships
Starting your semester
Unpacking your suitcases filling up your dresser
Enjoy it while you got it, after that it's God bless ya
Life is your professor, you know that b-tch is gon test ya
I got some sh-t I'd like to get off my chest
I spill out my soul, I spit out my stress
And can I spit out my stress?
It's the feeling in the air you bout to drop a real classic
He said Cole, "a lil birdy told me on the low you got an Illmatic
Nobody touching Nas n-gga it's more like Villematic
These fayettnam tales be paying off well
What story is my audio theatre gon tell
I know my debut will ship, but is it gon sell?
I guess it's in God's hand's
I make the type of pieces that make Jesus say God damn
Thats for your non-believers
I'm the truth only time will teach ya
And f-ck the haters probably never love they momma's neither
Old bitter-ass sit around in middle class homes with computers on hating on the newest song
While you was browsing I was taking out them student loans
Trying to do this sh-t better than the n-ggas we grew up on
Name a f-cking song I aint threw up on
Talk is cheap, its like ya'll grew up in a Jewish home!
Pardon the stereotype
But ya'll giving me mixed feeling's like you married a white woman
One minute I'm over-rated, next minute I'm the saviour
You hate it before you played it, I already forgave ya
For bullsh-ttin' and the n-gga Cole spittin' it real
Wrote this line on a plane got flown straight from the Ville
To Miami, where the same time last year
I was broker than you, I just wanna make that clear
Cause now I'm dealing with money I've never seen before
And RnB b-tches want me, that was just dreams before
Now do I give in to the temptation I'm facin'
The thought of losing a good woman keep me from chasin'
But I'm just a man, at time's the timing is wrong
Plus my d-ck is like a man with a mind of it's own
But I'm trying to be strong, remind myself she ain't about sh-t
These hoes the same, all that change is the outfit
Looking for chesse on some mouse sh-t
Suck a n-gga, f-ck a n-gga, than go run they mouth quick
Rappers took a vacation I came over the house sit
You want change, this that "between the seats in your couch" sh-t
The f-ck you thought, I lost it
All that flame on my name would get exhausted
Au contraire my n-gga they all ears
Sit back, enjoy the ride it's finna be a long year, yeah
It's finna be a long year, yeah
I know you feel that, the tingle in your spine don't conceal that
Don't conceal that
This exactly what you thought
Somebody bought the real back

Freedom or jail, clips inserted
A baby's being born same time a man is murdered
The beginning and end, as far as rap goes
It's only natural, I explain my plateau
And also what defines my name
Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin
I used to print out Nas raps and tape 'em up on my wall
My niggas thought they was words, but it was pictures I saw
And since I wanted to draw, I used to read 'em in awe
Then he dropped Stillmatic, rocked the cleanest velour
Fast forward, who thought that I would meet him on tour?
I'm earnin' stripes now nigga, got Adidas galore
Backstage I shook his hand, let him know that he's the man
When he said he was a fan it was too hard to understand
No time to soak up the moment though, cause I was in a jam
Hov askin' where's the record that the radio could play
And I was strikin' out for months, 9th inning feeling fear
Jeter under pressure, made the biggest hit of my career
But at first, that wasn't clear, niggas had no idea
Dion called me when it dropped, sounded sad but sincere
Told me Nas heard your single and he hate that shit
Said you the one, yo why you make that shit
I can't believe I let Nas down
Damn, my heart sunk to my stomach, I can't believe I let Nas down
I got defensive on the phone, resentment was in my tone, fuck it
Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin
I couldn't help but think that maybe I had made a mistake
I mean, you made "You Owe Me" dog, I thought that you could relate
But while I shot up the charts, you mean tellin' me
That I was not up to par, when I followed my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind, I kept on sayin'
Where's the hits? You ain't got none
You know Jay would never put your album out without none
And dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic with their outcomes
They don't know, they just study the charts
Me, I study the shows, the fans, study their hearts
I had a feelin' I was killin', and this music we were spillin' out
Would change lives forever, fuck the label, put it out
Friday Night Lights blew, that was classic number 2
Now it seemed as if the Nas comparisons was comin' true
Still no release date from the label, are they insane
Gucc told me play the game to change the game but on the way
I let Nas down, I got no one to blame, I'm ashamed I let Nas down
But this is God's plan, you could never understand, fuck it
Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin
I always believed in the bigger picture
If I could get them niggas to listen outside my core then I can open a door
Reduce 'em to honesty, show 'em that they need more
The difference between the pretenders and the Kendrick Lamars
And so, I took the fall like the son of the Lord
On the cross, dyin' for that fake shit you niggas bought
For the past decade, if I should pass please let this be my last essay
Therefore I write from the heart
Apologies to OG's for sacrificin' my art
But I'm here for a greater purpose, I knew right from the start
I'm just a man of the people, not above but equal
And for the greater good I walk amongst the evil
Don't cry mama, this the life I choose myself
Just pray along the way that I don't lose myself
This is for the nigga that said that hip-hop was dead
I went to Hell to resurrect it, how could you fail to respect it
Lettin' Nas down
I got the phone call quietly I mourned dog, I let Nas down
Yeah, and on this flight may I never lose sight, fuck it
Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin

I'm out for presidents to represent me, yeah
I'm out for presidents to represent me, yeah (Yeah)
I'm out for presidents to represent me, yeah (Fayettenam)
I'm out for dead presidents fuckin' to represent me
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish
My crew is fooless naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck - Instead
While these dudes beg for head, they got the game twisted,
Heavy traffic in this rap shit, look how my lane shifted,
Elevated my game, lifted my name, now these lame niggas could never get it
Like that bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it, my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it
So high if I dropped I would fall for 11 minutes
So yea, I operate on a higher plain, my thoughts take a higher train
It's dope, then you should know the suppliers name
It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo
And all these Jose Consacos wanna text-us like Waco
It's hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate yo
I'm in a league of my own so what the fuck would I play for!?
Some next niggas almost slide in but didn't fit in
Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kid-in?
These big weight niggas throwing their bid in
Try not to show stress, I guess the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my niggas we would get in but that ain't even half the battle
Stay behind like a shadow or you catapult
Not if I had a ladder or not even if I had a rope
I'd climb that motherfucker to the top and never let it go!
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Yeah uh)
I'm out for presidents to represent me nigga!
I'm out for president to represent me, yea!
I'm out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me! (Warm up!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Yeah, Warm up!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (yeah, Warm up!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (This is, the Warm up!)
I'm out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me!
Ay, look heaven or hell you choose, freedom or jail, you lose
I can't stop em as hot as the devils shoes
Overcame a low life status to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards
I'm nothing like these hoe-like rappers
My whole life practice to be the one
What's it like to be Lebron
They calling you the saviour, so much pressure but you deal with it
The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it
I'll with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a grill, no Foreman,
Try not to call them ladies Bs but them hoes swarmin
Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it money your feelin
Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror
Livin in fear that things a never be the same
No one left for me to blame but myself cause I asked for this
Headed for fame but in my brain, hey can I last in this?
Ay five years I'll probably laugh at this
Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these whack niggas rehash and shit
Jackin styles you know, ski mask and shit
I'm pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it
I'm trynna live it how no other niggas ever lived it!
I'm out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me!
Dead fuckin presidents to represent me!
I'm out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me!
Dead fuckin presidents to represent me! (The Warm up)
I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me! (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me! (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me! (The Warm up! Hey!)
I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me! (Fayattenaaaam! nigga yea!)
I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me! (Carolina all day!)
I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me! (Yea!)
I'm out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me!

Yeah,
hey,
yeah,
Partially functional, half of me is comfortable
the other half is close to the cliff like Mrs Huckstable
these boys got them hoslters and clips they pack like lunchables
like white boys in grade school
we ate school made food just
eyeing they sh-t, wish I was trying they sh-t
knowing when mama hit the store she wasn't buying that sh-t
no I aint crying a bit man
thats just life thats just how shit work
you reach your hand in fire, you pull it back when you get burnt
gotta learn when you get hurt
even if its with cupid
he beat you and you went back
who's officially stupid
oh yeah I understand thats your man,
you had a plan
you been together for some years
you sticking with him for the kids
so you overlook the tears but we both know thats a bad look
cause 20 years from now your daughter will probably get her ass whooped
if this too deep for the intro I'll find another use
but just in case its perfect let me introduce
cole, cole, cole
if this too deep for the intro I'll find another use
but just in case its perfect let me introduce
it's Cole, i had a dream and so I made a move
a ill ass n-gga who just so happened to stay in school
still rap for hustlers and muthaf-ckers that hated school
said thats for busters that heard my sh-t and I made it cool
This aint to say that I'm gifted as if I'm Christmas shopping
I got gangsta n-ggas that lining up in that missions office
and possibly cause all the hoe n-ggas scrape
and I sh-t up on my plate so you know a n-gga late to my first class
I'd much rather sit up in first class
should I admit that a slutty b-tch was my first smash
was it experience so nah I didnt wear it out
always thought my first time would be with someone I cared about
but being a virgin was something to be embarrassed bout
I used to ask for practice so I wasnt scared out my mind
you call it rhymes I call it clearing out my mind
was just a young boy staring out my blind
till I got free from my momma leash
running loose through the streets
like a stray dog in heat
and we looking for some freaks can you play
pardon me, whats your name, don't mistake me for no lame
no not me
she do hours on the team cause she seen how tall I'd be
in the club dappin' n-ggas, (?) R-I-P
damn, you win some, you lose some
that just how its happens
and if a n-gga step up to ya, then you gotta scrap em
your name is all you got, throwing hands by the bathroom
its funny I barely told nobody I started rapping
cause see some n-ggas was haters that I viewed as clowns
at 14 I knew I was the nicest dude around
I gotta make a move, I gotta do this now
if they don't know your dreams, than they cant shoot em down

Hey, this is the story of a young? n dreamin
Left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin?
Big city on his own sh-t
But every now and then a n-gga get home sick
Pick up the phone, holla at my partner he telling em, be warned
A lot of sh-t been changing the time you? ve been gone
The streets got meaner, the hoes got growner
And went and got baby? s the day they got a diploma
Damn, there? ll be some n-ggas missing when you fly back
If you black, they sending you to jail or to Iraq
Old buddy that we hoop with, with a bad chick and a fly lac
Anda gold chain, caught him on a merc, tryna buy crack
Damn homie, sh-t, in high school you was the man homie
F-ck happened to you,
Used to beat n-ggas down at the buses after school
Now you looking like a muthaf-cking fool
[Chorus]
Say I? ll be home for the holidays
So when you see me, better holla at me
I gotta get up put this city ? fore it try to trap me
I gotta leave, i wish I could stay
But I? ll be home for the holidays
And to those that I used to know
From way before, keep your head up
Come lets get this bread up
Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay
But I? m coming hme for the holidays
[J. Cole - Verse 2]
This is a story bout some puppy love
But at the time boy, I was feeling like this must be love
Although now Im on my grown sh-t
She mad as hell, a n-gga still get home sick
I was fresh up off a scholarship
Dressed like a black man in college sh-t
Got a little knowledge now Im following the politics
But I still gotta holla at my old chick
So sweet, so thick, girl pick up your phone, it? s me
She said ? we aint homies no more?
You go to college and you act like you don? t know me no more
Girl, we got history semester seem so long
The last time I seen ya baby you aint have no clothes on
So if history repeats itself
When I get home, girl its on, you aint gone need ya belt
Or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind
Just don? t give it up in the meantime
[Chorus]
[J. Cole - Verse 3]
Man i reminisce on them school days
I know you know them act a fool days
That missed the bus then hit the blunt and go to school blazed
That trying to get laid so i gotta stay fly
But a n-gga had a shot you? d have thought thats where the bulls play
Wished this freshman could used a little Kool-aid
Crushing on them upper clansmen but it was tool late
Buddy she was dating he had the freshest shoes
But the n-gga was graduated but he never made two a? s
Hey if you? re listening we got in to school
But who will pay our tuition man
These n-ggas crazy
One year cost about the same as a Mercedes (benz)
Four years cost white crib and a baby
Ay maybe this aint for me
If only i could be Lebron with the strength to leave
The worst part about growing up man the shit just aint for free
Maybe i can be someone people pay to see
And maybe i should move up outta here to the place to be
To get from a to z ay what you think im crazy
If i told you one day that Imma sign with jay-z
And will i make it i guess we gotta wait and see

Ey yo
Ey yo
Ey yo uh
Ey yo
Ey yo
Ey yo uh
Ey yo
Ey yo
Ey yo uh
Yeah
I hate rich niggas goddammit
Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit
Who you had to kill, who you had to rob
Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top dammit.
Or maybe that's daddy money, escalator no ladder money
Escalading new caddy money
Worst fear going broke cause I'm bad with money.
Crookest smile nigga momma never had the money damn
I ain't trippin'
A nigga Jordan I ain't Pippen yeah
Up the steps I ain't slippin'
Tears blood sweat I ain't crippin, Pierce
A song you can sing along with when you down
On some let you know you ain't alone shit
When your momma ain't at home cause she got a second job
Delivering pizzas you think she out there getting robbed
Please God watch her I know how niggas do
Half cracker but a nigga too
Talking all that shit 'bout your step-pops
How he was a dog now look at you
I ain't bad as that nigga plus dawg I'm a grown man now
I ain't mad at that nigga
But if a plane crash and only it killed his lame ass
I'd be glad its that nigga, nigga
Did Kay dirty now it's back to broke
Refund check she used that to float.
Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac
On crack use that to cope
Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope
Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope
Try to ride the storm out and crashed the boat
Could've drowned, but I grabbed the rope
And there go you
And there go you
And there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
And there go you
And there go you
And there go you
Sing,
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul and uh
How much for your soul and uh
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul and uh
How much for your soul and uh
I hate rich niggas goddammit
Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit
Niggas can't front on the flows you got
But every fucking verse how much dough you got
Homie, don't quit now hear my shit and tried to switch now.
Know you felt the shit just now, know you felt the shit just now
Ain't it more to you? Don't it ever get boring to you?
I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power
Fuck it more to you, saw through you
And it made me ashamed that I played the game
Not for more money like Damon Wayans
Wanted the respect but it came with fame
I just wanted love but it just ain't the same
I took a train down memory lane
And watching little Jermaine do his thang before he made a name
It's like Sony signed Basquiat
He gave it all he got now the nigga don't paint the same thang.
I guess he can't complain
All the money that be raining in
Spend a hundred thou for the chain again
Thinking old school niggas like Dana and Dane
Probably kill for another claim to fame, my brain the same
Yeah, nigga, at least he ain't insane
At least he ain't insane
You ain't crazy, motherfucker, you're just afraid of change.
That's new, maybe that's true
But listen here I got a bigger fear
Of one day that I become you.
And I become lost and I become heartless
And numb from all the Ménages
Just one bitch don't feel the same no more
And Henny don't really kill the pain no more
Now I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain
Cause I can't maintain no more.
Tad bit extreme I know.
Money can't save your soul.
But there go you
And there go you
And there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
And there go you
And there go you
And there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
Sing,
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul and uh
How much for your soul and uh
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul and uh

[Hook:]
I tried, you tried, we tried
All of the times that we had together
We should've known nothing lasts forever
[Repeat]
[Verse 1:]
When this shit end, man it's gon' get ugly
Real real ugly, your grandmama love me
And your mama love me, little sister hugs me
Even got a few homegirls that wanna fuck me
Soon as this shit end, forget about it
You been stayin' in my crib, you gotta get about it
Cause if you layin' in my bed, let's admit about it
One time fuckin' and we no longer upset about it
Cause when this shit ends it's either all or nothin'
I thought you loved me, how the hell you gon' call yo cousin?
You know the diesel ass, half slow, evil ass
Nigga in that Honda showin' up with that drama
On my mama, we been through it all
From the goods to the bads, rise to the fall
You done seen me at my best, seen me at my worst
So when this shit ends, know it's gon' hurt
[Hook:]
(You can't say we didn't try, you can't say we didn't try)
I tried, you tried, we tried
All of the times that we had together
We should've known nothing lasts forever
[Repeat]
[Verse 2:]
They say we won't last
I know you suspicious, but you don't ask
And I don't tell, that's where we both fell
A good nigga gone bad
Good chick a lil mad as fuck, she done had enough
I be, out here tryna raise my status up
But success bring bitches, and they bad as fuck
Ass fat as fuck, with a little ol' waist
I ain't want the whole meal, just a little ol' taste
Should have looked both ways 'fore I crossed you
I guess I never thought I could have ever have lost you
Now I'm out stuntin' with this bitch, you ain't about nothin'
While some nigga learnin' all the shit I taught you
Damn, guess you deserve that, a new start
But deep down you know we grew apart
Long before I broke your heart, if I lost your respect
I'm just hopin' you don't look at me as somethin' you regret
[Hook:]
(You can't say we didn't try, you can't say we didn't try)
I tried, you tried, we tried
All of the times that we had together
We should've known nothing lasts forever
[Repeat]
[Verse 3:]
I got your message I been meanin' to respond, know it's been awhile
Apologies, I ain't been around
I wanna kick it, but I know that shit is different now
And times have changed
Let me know if I'm out of bounds, are the lines the same?
I mean ya, lookin' good, yeah you still got it
Been reminiscin' and I'm not sure how I feel about it
Now we can say that all good things come to an end
But we know each other way too well to pretend
We went from friends to somethin' much more
To breakin' up to makin' up and fuckin' once more
Second chances, we gave enough to finally
We gave it up, but some days I be wakin' up and wantin' one more
But what for? Maybe it's just the weather
We break each others hearts, so maybe it's for the better
Holler whenever, cause you always got a friend in me
And nothin' lasts forever, least we got these memories
[Hook:]
(You can't say we didn't try, you can't say we didn't try)
I tried, you tried, we tried
All of the times that we had together
We should've known nothing lasts forever

What's up
Real nigga doin real stuff
Get a lot of money
You can never get enough
And you know the new shit sounds so tough
So-and-so just walked in, so what
I don't really vibe with a lot of these niggas
I ain't really into givin more than one chance girl
I already tried with a lot of these niggas
Fuck that
That team don't know real, what's that
That can't be from here
That can't be what they believe in
Is the best shit of the year
That's that fake shit, that's that fake shit
That's that top row of veneer
Just when they gettin impatient
Is when I make a world premiere
Ah damn, word, award show's comin
Make sure you spell the shit right
Make sure they give me all the credit I deserve
Make sure the good stuff's still in that Sprite
They watch us, make this shit into a song
You ain't livin that boy
Stop stealin that life
Anything that happened when I do yah
I guess it all depends how I'm feelin that night
Okay, livin my life in hotels
Bitch better have my room right
If they kill me, bury me a legend
Bitch better have my tomb right
This is perfect for the women that I've loved before
I love em all
I just love you more
[Chorus:]
I could bet all of the riches that I ever had
Rush in the night like a shock wave wouldn't be bad
If I had to [?] cause of [?] that run up my back
You must [?], nothing else can lead me off track
Hey, Yeah
You're like a wildfire
Got me risin high
Your innocence [?]
Drowin in, would you save me
It's a crime if you don't
[?] by the throat
I could bet all the riches that I ever had
Rush into the night like a shockwave wouldn't be bad
Hey, Yeah
You're like a wildfire
Got me risin high
Your innocence [?]
Drowin in, would you save me
It's a crime if you don't
[?] by the throat

[Hook]
Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker
Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker
Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker
Aye, all you broke niggas be quiet
I can't control this urge to fuck hoes and splurge
My sidepieces got real jobs, nigga I don't fuck with no birds
My main chick she got real hair, ain't never got to go shop for hers
Got a neat freak that don't eat meat but goddamn she rocking them furs
Ball so hard motherfuckers wanna fine me, now the ho wanna climb me
If real recognize real, that's why it took a motherfucker like Hov to sign me
Ball so hard I'm the truth nigga, All-Star game catching oops nigga
If you a bitch and I'm a bitch, I'm Sheryl Swoopes and you hoops nigga
[Hook]
Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker
Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker
Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker
Aye, all you broke niggas be quiet
Cole world, safe to say I'm cold blooded
In this cold life the more cold you are seem like the more the hoes love you
So I book a flight, she land today, she leave tonight with no luggage
Got the camera on in my bedroom, shooting video with no budget
Only nigga up in first class, old lady tryna be friendly, ay
She think I'm in the NBA, why a nigga can't have his MBA?
Next time I'ma flip the script, you know, kick some shit that's gonn shock her
You so tall what team do u play for? No bitch I'm a doctor
Flow hella proper, Cole never flopped, nah
Float like a propeller no helicopter shit
Knots thick like a bowlegged chick
Stick dick to a gold digger, won't give her dollar
Nigga say they pop cause they don t fill they collars up
Read a book get your knowledge up, book a flight get ya mileage up
Bitch nigga...
[Hook]
Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker
Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker
Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker
Aye, all you broke niggas be quiet
I'ma start off with these four bars
I'm in a barbie at a sports bar
I'm rockin gold balls, whoop your ass with this crowbar
I'm like "Oh Boy, catch your girl off that rebound"
Fix her hair up, get her a re-do
Just my car out that paint shop, so I guess that's a mothafuckin re-coupe
Let me demonstrate, gotta think about it before I go on a dinner date
Might eat a rich bitch, yes I got me expensive taste
Got my pockets on full, stomach on full, gun on full, I got full coverage
Niggas don't know the full story, I'm smokin on gas, full service
Money talk, true story, if you don't got none then don't say shit
Banana clips going ape shit, if you don't make money you don't make sense
I got gold on my bracelet, got ya girlfriend chasing it
Bust a nut in her mouth, so now she can baby sit
[Hook]
Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker
Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker
Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker
Aye, all you broke niggas be quiet
This liquor I've been sippin got me kissing all these models
And I might not see tomorrow, I might not see tomorrow
Please don't tell my momma I spent tuition on these bottles

She knows, she knows
Oh I, oh I-I-I
Alright
Oh I, oh I-I-I
Alright
Damned if I do, damned if I don't
You know I got a girl back home
You got a man what you want, what you want
What these bitches want from a nigga
That's some DMX shit
I know them other niggas love tricking
ON some BMX shit, but not me
Now I'm sure you done heard about me
A black star, Mos Def, Kweli
Good southern bad hoes try me, they try me
This is Martin Luther King in the club
Getting dubs, with a bad bitch
In his ear sayin' she down for whatever
In the back of his mind is Coretta
She knows, she knows
And I know she knows, and I know she knows
And deep down she knows, she knows
And I know she knows, and I know she knows
Well alright
Oh I, oh I-I-I
I can't give you what you want from me
Well alright
Oh I, oh I-I-I
Well alright
Damned if I do, Damned if I don't
I'm passing up on bad hoes, trying to be the man that she want
What she want, what she want from a nigga
To put a ring on it
Got a bitch on my dick right now
And She just want to sing on it
Got me up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie
I be up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie
Dance on fire, with my pants on fire
Cause i told her I was sleeping
Cause I creep with this pretty young thing I chose
That she could be doing the same thing I suppose
Niggas say turn up, hoes say turn
Only bad thing about a star is they burn up
Rest in peace to Aaliyah
Rest in peace to Left Eye
Michael Jackson I'll see ya
Just as soon as I die
Got me up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie
I be up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie
Got me up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie
I be up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie
Well alright
Oh I, oh I-I-I
I can't give you what you want from me
Well alright
Oh I, oh I-I-I

Look, I just shed tears homie and now I ain't to proud to admit it
Just seen my father for the first time in a minute
And when I say a minute I mean years man
Damn, a whale could have swam in them tears fam
Cause as I left em' I reflected on my younger days
When it was just me and my brother and my mother played
Father, cause no other man bothered
Not even my biological, it never seemed logical
But I accepted it cause I ain't know no better
Thought I was brighter than a Polo sweater
No pops was like Martin with no Coretta
So many things you could have told me
And saved me the trouble of letting my mistakes show me
I feel like you barely know me
And that's a shame cause our last name is the same
That blood type flowing through our veins is the same
My mama left you and it may be that anger's to blame
But that's no excuse, only you and God know the truth
And why you only call monthly, barely ever saw me
Spend some summers with you and played with my cousin Maury
Maybe I should be tellin' you fuck you cause you selfish
But I want a father so bad, I can't help but...
Break down, I break down
Can't help but break down
I never thought I'd see my mama on that shit, man
It's fucking with her body, now she sick, damn
I wanted a big house with a white picket fence and a pool
Who would have ever thought that it would come to this, man?
Quicksand is what this life feel like
That shit these rappers kick is nothing like real life
You made a milli off of servin' hard white? yeah right
My mama tell you what addicted to that pipe feel like
Stupid niggas, I heard the cops be shooting niggas
I swear to god, wish I could bullet proof my niggas
Can't get no jobs, but they still recruiting niggas
We tryna stand tall when it get too crucial niggas
Break down! We break down
We break down
We break down
break, break down
He's serving time, locked down
And she don't want nobody to know, his daughter 25 pounds
By the time he get out, she gon' be 4
Now will his girl stay down?
Ain't no doubt she love him -- yeah that's for sure
But temptation stays round
And if she strayed, how could he ever know?
And so, she goes to the club on the weekend
A little freaking, but them niggas holla
But she never speaking, but tonight I see the devil creeping
Cause she been lonely, she ain't felt a man in 7 seasons
Damn! She do the best that she can
Her mama telling her to find another man
She college educated with a felon boyfriend
That's what she thinking tonight
Maybe she's right, but please
Stay down mama! Gotta be strong, don't break down mama!
Please..
Stay down mama! Gotta be strong, don't break down mama!
don't break down
don't break down
don't break down
don't break down

There's a nigga right now somewhere
He at the table with a bowl of Apple Jacks
And he's reading the back of the cereal
And in between the Apple Jacks he's writing some shit
And he wants my spot
I'mma find him though, I'mma sign him..
I don't want no problems
Like we always do at this time, Cole blowin' your mind
Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was designed
Took my time, crept from behind
And I opened up your blinds, rise and shine, Cole World
Same nigga used to drive around with yo girl
In my mama's Civic, now I'm our here tryna get it
I ain't like you lame ass niggas, boy I spit it how I live it
So when you see me in the streets, man I ain't got a mimic
Cause I ain't got an image to uphold, this real shit
I ain't got a gimmick I just flow and niggas went nuts for
The boy that set fire to the booth
In a game full of liars it turns out that I'm the truth
Some say that rap's alive, it turns out that I'm the proof
Cause the ones y'all thought would save the day can't even tie my boots
The ones y'all thought could hang with me can't even tie my noose
Let these words be my bullets nigga, I don't rhyme I shoot, bang!
Before I wake
I pray to the Lord, my soul to take
Lord I been dreamin' bout the paper, get rich fore I see my life caper
Hope my mama get to see Jamaica before she meet her maker
I hoop was never good enough to ever be a Laker
But these words I record got me ballin', Jordan
More than a rapper this a natural disaster
Boy, I'm meaner than Katrina mixed with Gina, "Shut up, Cole!"
This is for my niggas back home, homes, what up bo?
This is for the bitches that played me, what up ho?
Nah I ain't mad, it's sad, you went from bad to real bad
Two kids that don't even know their real dad
Real sad, baby girl I wish you still had it
Then maybe you could get a taste of livin' Villematic
Is Cole still at it? Y'all be talkin' about the same shit
That's how I feel about it, mama was a real addict
That's why I don't respect that lyin' ass white shit you talkin'
Cole's planning funerals, you might fit the coffin
Before I wake
I pray to the Lord, my soul to take
Get on your job lil mane, this ain't Saturday
We in two different lanes, you can't navigate
We in two different games, you playin' patty cake
Brother you're lame, you're Shane Battier
You out of shape, my mind run a mile a minute
The sky's the limit, I'm so high, I'm divin' in it
My rides is tinted', my knob's gettin' slobbed up in it
She hollerin' God, man you would've thought that God was in it
But it's just a nigga God invented
The best out, foolish pride'll make you not admit it
But if this shit ain't fire nigga, why you noddin' with it?
The hate in your blood can't stop your soul from vibin' with it
Now you all conflicted cause my flows is wicked
And my hoes is thicker and all of yours is pickin' me
Cause they know a star when they see a star, nigga
Ain't even got to fuck him to know he a raw nigga
I got her in my bedroom, but cheer up, nigga
You saved so many hoes, you a hero nigga!
Medal of honor, I'm feelin' on top like Pac
When he slept with Madonna, hey, this is death before dishonor
Get arrested and forget to tell my mama
She got enough to stress about, my niggas gonna get me out
Then we hit the club with the thugs and the liquors
No criminal record but I'm makin' criminal records
Isn't it ironic? Isn't it iconic?
Jacket so expensive you wouldn't even try on it
But it fit me perfect, I purchase it if I want it
The city on my shoulder, so no girl, you can't cry on it
When you make a list of the greatest aye, am I on it?
Maybe not yet but bitch I got the clock set
It goes tick-tock, game on lock

What am I here for?
I'm a man so I cannot let them tears fall?
But understand tryna get my head clear ya'll
This shit is on my mind
Asking for the lord to show me all my signs
Show me something, uh
Cause I'm trynna find something, uh
I'm lost can you show me something, uh
I'm lost can you show me something, yeah
Uh, yeah
I sit and reminisce on them niggas no longer here (Rest in peace)
And how I used to hit the mall and ya'll was always there (Yeah)
I sit and think how I didn't grow up with my father there (Yeah)
No need to to cry cause it only made me stronger yea (Uh huh)
I watch my brother get in trouble with the law and yea (Uh)
That shit cut me like I was sitting in a barber chair (Uh)
Cause I don't wanna see them locked up in them bars in there (Yeah yeah)
And I don't wanna see him stretched out in a coffin yea (Uh)
I'm wishing I can move my momma out so far from here (So far from here)
I know that she deserve much better and she worked hard as hell (She worked hard as hell)
That's why you never see me settle cause they want us here (They want us here nigga)
I'm trynna side step the devil but he heartless yea (He heartless)
But just know that I'm a rebel and yo it's almost here (It's almost here)
I'm talking bout the revolution I am Paul Revere (I am Paul Revere, yeah)
So dry your eyes, momma please you can pause them tears (Pause them tears)
Cause I promise I'm gon get us outta here (I'm gon get us outta here)
I'm gonna get us outta here
What am I here for?
I'm a man so I cannot let them tears fall?
But understand tryna get my head clear ya'll
This shit is on my mind
Asking for the lord to show me all my signs
Show me something, uh
Cause I'm trynna find something, uh
I'm lost can you show me something, uh
I'm lost can you show me something, yeah
Yeah
I swear I'm praying for my niggas when I say grace (Yeah)
I know them niggas don't care who they hit they spray strays (Uh)
But lord please protect my family cause if they graze (Nah)
Niggas is loading up that ammi and them A-K's (Uh huh)
I know it's wrong and that revenge is all in yo' hands (Yeah)
But last night I heard they robbed and killed a old man (Damn)
Now if they cold enough to take a life that's innocent (Uh huh)
I know that they could give a fuck whether I live and shit (Uh huh)
And so I'm asking you if you can hold me down lord (Please)
Be my umbrella-ella-ella in this down pour (Uh huh)
I knoe you never-ever-ever let me drown or (Nah)
Won't let that devil-evil-evil win this round naw (Never)
And though I stray for you, you know that my heart is good (Yeah)
And I know I ain't exactly living how I probly should (Haha)
And I'm a try to act better like it's hollywood (Hollywood)
Niggas congratulate me I just tell 'em god is good (I just tell 'em God is good)
God is good
What am I here for?
I'm a man so I cannot let them tears fall?
But understand tryna get my head clear ya'll
This shit is on my mind
Asking for the lord to show me all my signs
Show me something, uh
Cause I'm trynna find something, uh
I'm lost can you show me something, uh
I'm lost can you show me something, yeah
Uh, yea my niggas drug dealing in the trap
I'm tellin you wake up nigga it's a trap, you set up
And to them young mothers fed up, just keep your head up
Don't let up, you fall you get up
You make your bed up that you sleep in
Fake rappers ain't practicing what they preaching (Nah)
They tell you hit the trap while they relaxing on the beach and
I'm here to spit the facts, a nigga backflipped off the deep end
And smell this shit for what it is
Not Kells but I love the kids (But I love the kids)
And so I make the song to let 'em know that they important (Yeah)
Cause them racist teachers could'nt give a fuck bout what they score is (Nope)
So they try to get them hands up on them Grants like Horace
Now they slanging 'for you know it cops is knocking they got warrants, damn!
Uh, and now he running for it, damn! (Yeah)
Yea and now the cops is running for him damn! (Yeah)
And now he finally slowing down
Hands behind your head, lay down on the ground, nigga uh
What am I here for?
I'm a man so I cannot let them tears fall?
But understand tryna get my head clear ya'll
This shit is on my mind
Asking for the lord to show me all my signs
Show me something, uh
Cause I'm trynna find something, uh
I'm lost can you show me something, uh

I put my heart and soul in this game, I'm feelin' drained
Unappreciated, unalleviated
Tired of comin' up short, fuck abbreviated
Want my whole name spelled out, my own pain spilled out
No pain, no gain, I blow brains, Cobain
Throw flames, Liu Kang, the coach ain't help out, so I call my own shots
I'm David Blaine, I'm breakin' out of my own box, you stay the same
But homie if you change, man you change for the better
Back when Martin King had a thing for Coretta
Wonder if she seen all the dreams he was dreamin'
Did she have a clue of all the schemes he was schemin'
Still loved her just enough to put up with the cheatin'
Must go by and only see him for a weekend
I say a prayer, hope my girl ain't leavin'
We all got angels, we all got demons
As you fall through the club
Bad bitches down to do all the above
Money comes fast so bein' hungry don't last
Till you look in the mirror you saw who you was
Cole World, it couldn't be more clearer
The time is now, couldn't be more herer
My reign gonna last like 3-4 eras
Say hello to the real, I can be your hero
Hey, I'm a put us all on the map
Gone and I ain't lookin' back
I knew they gone feel it like they tank on E
I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me
Cause ain't nobody tell me why their ain't gonna be no more
Thinking I'm a fall? Don't be so sure
I wish somebody made guidelines
On how to get up off the sidelines
Up in 1st class, laugh even though it's not funny
See a white man wonder how the fuck I got money
While he sit at coach, hate to see me walk past em'
Young black pants sag, headphones blastin'
Know what he askin', "how did he manage? "
"With all the cards against him, he used them to his advantage! "
Slang we be speakin' probably soundin' like Spanish
Then I fuck they heads up when a nigga show manners
Some New York niggas thought it was funny callin' us Bamma
Laughin' at the grammer cause they didn't understand us
Must've thought they slow, but little do they know
I came up in here to take advantage of that shit ya'll take for granted
Opportunity that I would kill for
Lookin' at rappers like "what the fuck you got a deal for?! "
When I was assed out with my funds low
It's nice to know I had the whole world at my front door
Hey, I'm a put us all on the map
Gone and I ain't lookin' back
I knew they gone feel it like they tank on E
I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me
Cause ain't nobody tell me why their ain't gonna be no more
Thinking I'm a fall? Don't be so sure
I wish somebody made guidelines
On how to get up off the sidelines
I made it to the Roc, even though they tried to box me out
I got the key to the game, they tried to lock me out
But what they don't understand is this is all plan
It's a bigger picture and you can't photoshop me out
Some nigga ask me why Jay never shout me out
Like I'm supposed to give a fuck
Don't you know that I be out in France
Where the fans throw they hands like Pacquiao
Not cause my looks, cause my hooks could knock Rocky outt
And my lines is designed from the heart
Young Simba been a lion from the start
Dumb nigga's, ya'll been lyin from the start
My life's like a move, truly
And these niggas is dyin for the part
But, you'll never play me like LeBron vs. Jordan
Twenty years, wonder who they gone say was more importan'
Both changed the game, came through and made a lane
Who's to say that who's greater, all we know, they ain't the same
Hey, I'm a put us all on the map
Gone and I ain't lookin' back
I knew they gone feel it like they tank on E
I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me
Cause ain't nobody tell me why their ain't gonna be no more
Thinking I'm a fall? Don't be so sure
I wish somebody made guidelines

Spinning in circles, live my life without rehearsal
If I die today my nigga was it business? Was it personal?
Should this be my last breath I'm blessed cause it was purposeful
Never got to church to worship lord but please be merciful
You made me versatile, well-rounded like cursive
Know you chose me for a purpose, I put my soul in these s
Born sinner, was never born to be perfect
Sucka for women licking their lips and holding these purses
Back when we ran the streets who would think we grow to be murderers
Teachers treated niggas as if they totally worthless
And violent, and hopeless
I saw but never noticed that a college point is right to
'Be all that you can be' posters
Rest in peace to Tiffany, I don't know if this is the realest shit I wrote
But know the realest nigga wrote this
And signed it, and sealed it in a envelope and knew one day you'd find it
And knew one day that you'd come back and rewind this, singing...
I'm a born sinner
But I die better than that, swear
You were always where I needed you to be
Whether you were there or not there (I was there)
I was born sinning
But I live better than that (better tonight)
If you ain't fucking with that
I don't care (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, this music shit is a gift
But God help us make it cause this music business is a cliff
I got a life in my grip, she holding tight to my wrist
She screaming: "Don't let me slip"
She see the tears in my eyes, I see the fear on her lips
True when I told you: "You the only reason why I don't flip and go insane"
My roof in the pouring rain
You knew me before the fame, don't lose me the more I change
No, just grow with me, go broke you go broke with me
I smoke you gon' smoke with me
Woman's curse since birth, man lead her to the hearse
I go Bobby you go with me damn
Listen here, I'll tell you my biggest fears
You the only one who knows them
Don't you ever go expose them
This life is harder than you'll probably ever know
Emotions I hardly ever show
More for you than for me
Don't you worry yourself
I gotta do this for me
They tell me life is a test but where's the tutor for me
Pops came late I'm already stuck in my ways
Ducking calls from my mother for days
Sometimes she hate the way she raised me but she love what she raised
Can't wait to hand her these house keys with nothing to say

[Verse 1]
I hit the weed I told myself the last time would be my last
I don't trust my own niggas now my mind racing fast
got my foot up on the gas, got a hundred on the dash
if the police run up on me I ain't stopping for their ass
boy you know my L's dirty if they stop me I'm goin' to jail surely
I'll be next to my brother in the cell no bail for me
man let me out send me back to bitches that smell Purdy (pretty)
and all I gotta do is call once and she'll be all ready
yeah buddy cant you tell I'm goin' through hell
I don't even open my mail
I'm in the shower with soap on the towel
I need cleansing
bad bitches all on the prowl they need Benzes
pussy niggas running they mouth but we ain't flinching
they names ain't even mentioned
I got dreams bigger than your whole team
You niggas so broke but yet you seem so green
I guess its envy, started with a penny now I'm getting plenty money
[Hook]
One time for the city, yea
two times for you
and one time for the city, hey
and two times for you
[Verse 2]
Look here it's raining outside boy fuck a umbrella
niggas banging outside, boy they guns dumb bell a nigga
tired of tellin' niggas that's the cease rest in peace
we tired of only havin' just a piece and fuck police
and they killin' niggas what's the reason?
His daughter's starvin' and she fuckin' freezes
So no wonder why he fuckin' squeezin'
They out here bustin', leavin' niggas stuck and bleedin' on the flo'
Bullets wet you like a semen on a ho
Breathin' slow man, I inhale
One day you tryna make the rent
The next day you in jail
Lord knows he meant well
So I take the pencil and right like a pen pal
So shit that's darker than the tints up on the windshield
Welcome to Sin-ville, where niggas on base shit
It's lookin' like an infield, high as a Sprint bill
What you think? That's reason why this ink in my pen kills
Phony niggas 'til they are extinct bitch I been real
[Hook]
One time for the city, yea
two times for you
and one time for the city, hey
and two times for you
[Verse 3]
The more niggas sayin'
Cole the wrong one bringin' the city shine
All he ever doin' is paintin' pictures of crime
Tellin' stories of pain, paintin' pictures of dope
Bitch if you listen I'm paintin' pictures of hope
That boy in class embarrassed because he broke
Hopin' the day he won't be the butt of somebody's jokes
See me; I lived it all from dirt-poorin' and trailer
Worried about my mother and never trustin' my neighbors
To middle-class with a backyard and my own room
To bein' the only black kid in my homeroom
Academically gifted and followed my own rules
Was runnin' the streets hey ma I'll be home soon
Was out chasin' ho's, was out hoopin'
Them niggas wasn't ballin' but yet they was foul shootin'
So meet the newest role model who don't know how to fake this shit
Never sold a rock and look I made it bitch
[Hook]
One time for the city, yea
two times for you
and one time for the city, hey
and two times for you
[Outro]
Girl it's been so long, I've been gone from you
But you ain't gotta worry 'bout the thangs I do
It's hard but the thought of you would ease my pain
Girl I promise they gon' know our name
Ain't seen you smile in awhile

Yeah, everybody got a bad side
Drop, let me see that shit
What you say Cole ain't hot? What!
Where you read that shit?
You believe that shit?
All cause some lame nigga tweet that shit
Have you seen my shows, have you seen my hoes?
If I wasn't hot would they be so thick?
Guess not, got the game in a headlock
I'm blasting at, I'm laughing at you old niggas, Redd Foxx
Don't mind me boy, I'm red hot
Umm nigga, they not,
I'm over here, I'm over there
I'm everywhere they not
(I said)
You'll never play me, nice try
Ballin' in the night spot
No more Mr Nice guy, hello Mr Nice watch
You don't want no problems, put yourself in a tight spot so
You can look but don't touch
I'll stay on my toes like them White Sox
Cause it cost me a lot
My chain and my watch
They say time is money, but really it's not
If we ever go broke girl, than time is all we got
And you can't make that back, no you can make that back so
Lets ball while we here
Lets ball while we here
Like ain't no tomorrow, like ain't no next year
Drink away all our problems, make it rain with no care
Like I'll make that back, fuck it I'll make that back
Nice watch
Nice watch (I know)
Nice watch
No more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch
Stack on black, I ain't never been a high roller
Now its racks on racks
Never thought that I would ride Rover
But I'm back on track, add to the fact that I never really drive sober
Cole World but I'm hot as shit
Do that mean that I'm Bi-polar?
Young black and gifted, I rap like it's Christmas eve
Coach wouldn't let him off the bench, no wonder why they quit the team
But, I'm cut from a different sleeve
Cole World so the wrist'll freeze
Hurry up with your pictures please
I gotta make history
It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch
They say time is money, but really it's not
If we ever go broke girl, than time is all we got
And you can't make that back, no you can't make that back so
Lets ball while we here
Lets ball while we here
Like ain't no tomorrow, like ain't no next year
Drink away all our problems, make it rain with no care
Like I'll make that back, fuck it I'll make that back
Nice watch
Nice watch (I know)
Nice watch
No more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch
I got a Hublot I call it Tebow
I strap that bitch with a Gator band
Y'all niggas ball half time ya'll niggas like the gator band
Y'all niggas need a timeout, who got these niggas all wind up
Cocksucka I'm 7.30, y'all know where you'll niggas gon wind up
No more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch
Only but a matter of time 'fore I hit ya'll niggas with the nice shot
Y'all niggas, better not call the law
Get no blood on my Audemar
Meaning ya'll better not waste my time
When y'all ready I'll take you all to war
Meanwhile I'm just chopping off doors
Put the front on the back cause I'm back and forth
Put the front on the back of the 'bach like a boss
So I fronting on niggas when I'm backing off
Uh, what up Cole, show time
Let these niggas know
Adjust ya Roley's on these muthafucking hoes
Whenever you ready, go!
It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch
If we ever go broke, girl, then time is all we got

Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Little sip
Took a little sip, took a little sip
T-T-Took a little, took a little, took a little sip (uh)
Uh huh
Ey yo, I walked through the valley of the shadow of death
When niggas hold tec's like they mad at the ref
That's why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest
Do you believe that Eve had Adam in check?
And if so, you gotta expect to sip juice
From the forbidden fruit and get loose
Cole is the king, most definite
My little black book thicker than the Old Testament
Niggas pay for head but the pussy sold separate
Same bitch giving brains to the minister
The same reason they call Mr. Cee "the finisher"
Forbidden fruit, watch for the Adam's apple
Slick with words don't hate me, son
What you eat don't make me shit
And who you fuck don't make me cum
Put a price on my head won't make me run
Try to kill me but it can't be done
Cause my words gon' live forever
You put two and two together Cole here forever
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Bitches come and go (You know that)
Money come and go (You know that)
Love come and go (Don't shit last)
Bitches come and go (You know that)
Money come and go (You know that)
Love come and go (Don't shit last)
Take a seat baby girl you've been all in my mind
I know I ain't called gotta pardon my grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that nigga kids but she swallowing mine
And that's why you all in my mind
All in my line like caller number nine
Cause a nigga poppin' like Harlem in the nine-
Seven, way before Mase was a reverend
I was a young nigga making A's at 11
At 12, trying to get that taste of the Heaven
Or Hell, only time gon' tell
Fuck her while her mama home "baby, don't yell"
How many record do a nigga gotta sell
Just to get the cover of the double X L
Or Fader, fuck ya magazine hater
When I say that I'm the greatest
I ain't talking about later
I'mma drop the album the same day as Kanye
Just to show the boys the man now like Wanyá
And I don't mean no disrespect, I praise legends
But this what next the boy sick, can't disinfect
Life's a bitch and the pussy's wet
My clip is loaded and this the kiss of, death
Blah
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Bitches come and go (You know that)
Money come and go (You know that)
Love come and go (Don't shit last)
Bitches come and go (You know that)
Money come and go (You know that)
Love come and go (Don't shit last)
Don't shit last, and you know that
Went to hell, got hot didn't melt
The only man above me is God himself
All these other niggas is below me
Word to Phife, Q-Tip, Ali, and Jarobi
What up Queens
Cole is the King (and you know that)
Started with a dollar and a dream (and you know that)
Never give a bird bitch a ring (you should know that)
Bitch! Bitch!
That should be my new ad lib
I got a new one, I finally got a cool ad lib
Be at all the shows everybody be like, Bitch!
Yo, yo, yo pull over right here, right here, here you go
Yeah pull over right here, to the right
Pull over, pull over, pull over, pull over
Aight, look look, park right here
I'm ma be out it'll be like 30 minutes tops
It'll be like 30 minutes, I'll be right back out, ight
Bitches come and go, bitches come and
Yo, yo what up, what's poppin', I'm back, I'm back
Yo you got that piece ready for me, that Jesus piece?
Nah the gold, the rose gold joint, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah let me see that, oh shit what is that some
What's, what the fuck is that platinum
Is that? What's that chain right there
Is that-ss-ss white gold, that's platinum
Is that plat, well niggas doing platinum again
Niggas doing, niggas ain't even platinum yet right, oh shit bout to make
Yo I'm trying to bring that shit back, kill these niggas