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 *. And he wants my spot.
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'
Uh. Yeah. Yeah. Uh Verse One. I had this little bad thing somethin' like them 10's. She gave a nigga mad brain somethin' like the wiz. But you see the sad thing fuckin' with her is. Is the chic
Mo Money, yeah. Mo Money, Blow Money, Show Money. Party Money, Side Ho Money, Dope Money. New Clothes money from * that I wrote money. So much money I don't know who stole from me. Hard to keep t
This the * 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
Freedom or jail, clips inserted. A baby's bein' born same time a man is murdered. The beginning and end, so far as rap goes. It's only natural, I explain my plateau. And also what defines my name
Intro. Up up and away, hey, do you trust me?. Would you love me, then it must be Verse 1 J. Cole. Worldwide stunner, oh man, I'mma. Rain on the game, make it storm and thunder. *** an umbrella