Straight out the dungeons of rap where fake n-gga don’t make it back hey, hey, ugh gossip from those that barely knew my name i guess they figured I changed witht his new found fame or this new damn chain I’m in the new damn lane now my money taller than Shaq stacked with two Yao Mings but never mind haters girl I won’t bring you round lames rather bring you round Hov let you meet Bron James sit you up at VIP and let you sip Champagne watch the them jealous hoes peeking mad they just can’t hang if thats the ishh you into this life is funny cause despite the money nothing stops the rain from pouring life aint always bright and sunny nothng stops the pain, you just ignore it and keep fighting hunny so much drive, aint no cop alive can take my license from me I’m swerving on em, fast lane Feyettnaim lifestyle, foot down on the gas man passport tight now, I’m leaving on the last plane balling was my first love you can’t have my last name I said, balling was my first love you can’t have my last name
Yo, you up in some sh-t f-ck cause every word I utter’s intense, you faggot f-cking with this is like punching cement I know your type, you clever with tough talk, you scared to brawl never stepping but your mouth is running marathons it’s hopeless I’m focused, I wont miss any foes wanna oppose get your throat slit you can’t call it, I’m flawless this shit is so sick if I learn from my mistakes I wouldn’t know shit don’t diss even if your boys is deep n-ggas suffer from arthiritis their joints is weak North cats is where the muthaf-ckers turfers at you wack bad but your rhyme even worse than that yo, funny how tables turn in life paid ya dues, earn ya stripes, never be concerned with ice check it out, the more money you pay for it its giving me even more reason to take this sh-t the main event, serving n-ggas the way I run through these herds with these words is disturbing n-ggas so leave it alone I’m zoned, I’m never leaving my throne no need to play games, I’m in a league of my own its Therapist n-ggas dismiss you dick kisses for you to get bigger, slimmer than stick figures you faggots cant stand how much love I get but if you don’t bump my sh-t than suck my dick I’m taking over, I got what it takes to make it over the top you tryna diss me than stop and think it over I’m greater than any n-gga you feeling the most stepped on stage, got arrested for stealing a show muthaf-cker
Yo, my rain in the forecast it’s therapist broadcast, Philly to North C you really don’t want that Therapist and Metaphor n-ggas yo remember the name, remember the game
[Verse 1] Yea, yea, yea, Dear Mrs. Bill Collector I know ya just doing your job, don’t mean to disrespect ya But we’ve been going through this thang since way back I told ya when I get the dough I would pay back But I got problems babayy…yea, if you only knew I got bigger problems babbayyy So why ya talkin about the money that I owe, like as if I didn’t know man, it don’t mean nothing to me Cause right now I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, could you please stop fuckin with me? Listen here, I aint lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year, and my momma keep smoking that shit On top of that, I’m broke, please put that in your notes for the next one to call me up talking that shit
[Kevin Cossom - Hook] I just cant take this shit anymore I just might lose control I feel like letting it go please just leave me alone I need to be left alone and if I’m wrong than let me be wrong just leave me alone
[Verse 2] Hey, Dear Mr. Policeman Hey am I wrong, aint you suppose to keep the peace man? I coulda swore I was driving pretty peaceful So why the hell is you pullin over me fo’? Is it this black Mercedes? (Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it) Or cause I’m black? Hmmm, maybe Hey, tell me why my hands start sweatin and I hold my breath everytime that you get behind me I turn my music down, so you won’t hear a sound, man I’m nervous like I got a couple pounds on me You pulled me over, you frown on me With your flashlight, tell me what do you see Thug n-ggas, drug dealers, its a trip, every n-gga in this whip got a mothafuckin college degree
[Kevin Cossom - Hook] I just cant take this shit anymore I just might lose control I feel like letting it go please just leave me alone I need to be left alone and if I’m wrong than let me be wrong just leave me alone
[Verse 3] Yea, my middle finger to the law, bustin off, tryna touch the sky My teacher said, “Impossible”, but I’mma fuckin try Plus how he gon’ tell me, he dont make the rules There’s niggas dying everyday, but we don’t make the news Instead they talkin bout some thunderstorm, cyclones Timmy got his bike stoled, top story, Tiger Woods “be f-ckin all these white hoes” Anchorman stop snitchin Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches, hey my goodness How ironic, on trial for possession of some chronic My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet Hey your honor, is you kidding? How you sit above me? Are you perfect mothaf-cker, how you finna judge me? When you home you dont cuss, drink and puff like us These cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff They hate they jobs and they days be f-cked up like us At the end of the day, you n-ggas just like us
[Kevin Cossom - Hook] I just cant take this shit anymore I just might lose control I feel like letting it go please just leave me alone I need to be left alone and if I’m wrong than let me be wrong just leave me alone
Yea, n-gga I’m gon ahead and murder this sh-t Voice gone and sh-t, I think it’s gonna make it sound a little ill, just a little iller Yup, Fayettenam, n-gga
Yea, Carolina blue kicks pedal to the medal Feeling like a puppet and the devil is Geppetto Letter to the ghetto-hold ya head high You can pick apart my raps I ain’t told ya na’ lie I want a little darker, like to f-cking tan line Go on, look for a better n-gga, girl you can’t find Fine young man with an old man mind, no time for the tickle, f-ck the whole mankind Aw no ma’am, I’m an old land mine I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time, now I’m armed and I’m- Fayettenam’s finest, Carolina saviour, marijuana blazer Only on occasion cause my mind be racing Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian Thinking how these rap n-ggas got to be faking Whole style obviously copied, pasted-plagiarized swag May arrived last but when it’s all said and done I’ma be ahead of them Way that I describe it, prescribe a n-gga medicine Way that I be fly-I be higher than the Jet-e-sons Moving on up, n-gga higher than the Jeffersons All about the Benjamin’s, bad chicks send em’ in! Basic hoes toss em out! can’t even get waffle house Hating n-ggas chalk em out! Go and get the coffin out What chu talking bout? Little man, my sh-t hair burning you not even a little tan I’m I’ll enough to kill cancer, baby I’m Chemo Down in Miami, and I throw like Marino Get a whole lot of you know, and she bald like an eagle. No, not up top, but down there she said she want to hop on top girl I don’t care You better get yours before I reach mines cause then I’m throwing peace signs If you a freak I can take you to ya peak, girl I do it to the maxima-Nissan And I hope you a believer I’m quarterbacking trynna get cha open like receivers Far from an overnight achievers, Cole is like the leader of the new n-ggas! To tell the truth, I’m only f-cking with a few n-ggas, if that! The rest of ya’ll n-ggas get lapped I sit back, and reflect on the rap game I came from out of no where N-gga, I swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare Got n-ggas shouting out “The Ville-I got to go there! ” Boy, don’t you know you get shot over there? I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair, A bunch of backstabbing n-ggas hope the knife ain’t there A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there Yea late at night, when I got the phone call and made her right When my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head, hit it then I quit it ‘fore she even made the bed Damn I’m no good But damn it’s so good I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would Something like Rihanna while I’m up in that vagina Type of chick that only dress in something thats designer I could give a f-ck long as there’s something that’s behind her Got the type of bump that make a dog want to hump her Back to the topic-actually forgot it Hoes, money, I’m the shit… oh yea I’m reminded The way I put the words together cleverly align them These other rap n-ggas shouldn’t never be a problem And I’m ghost!
I see your homegirl tryna sway you how you figure I would play you, would you look at that the same one that caught her n-gga with some freak all in her sheets left for a week what she do, double back now I know we far from perfect but I feel like this is perfect, do you disagree with that if not than holla back hey and tell ya girl you’ll call her back
[Chorus] My best friend say, she sick of me, crying on the phone telling how man dogging me My best friend say, dont tell her nothing bout me cause she aint showing me no sympathy my best say, if she was me, she woulda let ya go home a long time ago my best friend say my best friend say I’ll be there, I’ll still be there for you
anytime we meet you can lean on me come on, come on I’ll be there for you I’ll be there for you
anytime we meet you can lean on me come on, come on I’ll be there for you
[J. Cole] Now, now, now, know we be arguing but aint you riding with me we breaking up we making up like Dwayne Wade, and Whitney you throw things, you broke things use both hands and hit me and right when you call the law I’ll tell my boy to come get me then you, than you start listening to friends, and then it, gets tricky they try to tell you leave, but this love is real sticky so you ignore the hickys, the pics of chicks and they vicky’s that they sent me, is that real love you’re the only one that I will love damn, damn
My Best friends say I could stay with her at her house, no doubt anytime I like my best friends say don’t let you in my life, cause you don’t do for me and you don’t act right my best friends say if she was me, she’ll let you go along time ago my best friends say, my best friends say
I’ll still be there for you anytime we meet you can lean on me come on, come on I’ll be there for you I’ll be there for you
anytime we meet you can lean on me come on, come on I’ll be there for you
Girl I can see it in your eyes how you feeling , let me know whats on your mind we’ve been together for a long long time hey, girl I can see it in your eyes I know to you it feel like I’m never around round, round, round but if you leave, who else gon hold me down hey, hey, hey, hey
[J.Cole] They say anythings possible, you gotta dream like you never seen obstacles chasing obscene profits so we ain’t stopping for the red lights look in my rear view all I see is n-ggas headlights catch me if you can hoe they try and sack me and I scramble look up in the sky you’ll see exactly where I am bo hey, don’t you see me man? making my wishes come true with no genie man I got the keys to my beamer with no Beanie Man I’m on these rich n-ggas ass no bikini man I bring the real to the day the Lord free me man never imagined that the kids would wanna be me man eh, could it be that I give the hopeless broke kids, hope caught me walking through the mall, looking like he seen a ghost silly head to approach, whats up young blood aint it strange, a year ago today I was counting change yeah hopping trains up in New York city though I gotta thank God cause if you weren’t with me than I surely woulda died you can throw the fork in me this my New Years resolution, dawg no more Pork in me uh, I aint no Muslim though Kuran butler I’m a wizard if he doesnt know its young Simba, I’m ballin’ til the buzzard blow you try and kick the shit I kick you gon stub your toe boy thats just how tough I go see this is my life work this shit you callin classic, I be like that mic work want you to feel something new, thats how a dike work and ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my pipe burst
not tonight n-gga not tonight n-gga yeah, hey hey, man, hey
Man, I rap so vicious but I talk so politely never met a baby momma, momma who don’t like me met a couple baby fathers though they wanna fight me I hit her til she snooze, like the news n-gga nightly send her back to you when she no longer excites me no she bitter with this n-gga cause he aint quite me one things for certain baby, you are a wifey two things for f-cking sure I am not the husband thoguh so run back to him while you still can he sticking with his wife and kid, yeah thats a real man I was ashamed all along and I still am we let the lust interupt something real, damn girl we grown so you gotta play your own position I wouldn’t say that you a hoe, just made a hoe decision eh, you can blame it on the liquor like a prohibitions we both know thats what you wanted girl I know you listening
hey girl I know you listening uh I know you listening hey, yeah
Shout out to the bootleggers who supply my shit the fans online trying to find my shit and to then-ggas listening but wont buy my sh-t and catch me in the street wanna ride my d-ck y’all n-ggas is the worst, see me like “J. Cole homie, can you sign my burnt CD” n-gga please, an album ten dollars you act like it’s ten g’s this food for thought cost the same as 2 numbers three’s so at ease with that broke shit we all tryna get a dollar boy, no sh-t you know I feel ya pain, thats why I slang this hope sh-t and give you lines that you rewind and think oh sh-t these rappers talk a lot of money, cars and hoes sh-t I give you that and a whole lot more sh-t than got richer and still rapping like I’m poor sh-t you n-ggas thinnk you know sh-t, n-gga you don’t know sh-t hoe bitch!!! Yeah, Cole Bitch!!! J Cole n-gga hey
