[Verse 1: J. Cole]
When this sh** dropped I was like 16
Tryna get some head from a mixed thing - big dreams
Say goodbye to ripped jeans, n***a got a job
Had my little wad, worst fear was getting robbed
For my last 50 dollars that I had left over
5 dollars and they pop a n***a in his left shoulder
Minimum wage, $5.15
13′s on the whip, kept my sh** clean
Actually that was my mama sh**
But I'm driving round town on my Obama sh**
Middle-cla** my a**, just to get a tank of gas
Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the sh**
But yeah, I'm headed for a scholarship
Little scrap game, but I got a lot of lip
Thats why them n***as don't like me and always wanna fight me
A dumb n***a hate a smart mouth, most likely
I know the game, I'm an expert
n***a, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?
n***a I'm gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone
And I ain't f** yet cause her momma always home
God damn, Lord have mercy
Please God don't let this little broad have herpes
My n***a say she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Gold medals if we gave hoes medals
No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos
Spiderman sheets, got her singing falsetto
Tall white tee's, can't believe we used to wear those
White folks looking at us like we're weirdos
But we was only kiddos
Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of skittle
Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle
Tryna get to Diddy, cause I murder instrumentals
This that good old fashioned Mark Jackson
f**ed then I'll pa**, y'all Utah Jazz-in'
And ya'll borin', I don't play n***a, I'm Mark Madsen
Thats why my knots thick like a f**ing Kardashian
I'm not asking my n***a I don't need favors
I'm in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger
My team major, we party like teenagers
I'm in the green Range, n***a I'm the Green Ranger
(I f**ing ran outta breath)
Team major, we party like teenagers
I'm in the green Range, n***a I'm the Green Ranger
Cole
[Lil Wayne]
I don't even like this beat but f** it, I'mma only spit a few bars coz I don't like this beat
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
b**h I'm not old news, I'm more like gold shoes
She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods
They say I'm old school, but I dropped out
Drop ya body off at a cops house
They throwing up them bricks, you better box out
My n***as got enough white to build Barack house
I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein
.44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans
I've been faded, stone wash jeans
New p**y, new money, New Orleans
50 up in that uzi, G-G-G, G-Unit
I murk you with that b**h, scratch the serial number, re-use it
I'm from the N-O, stretch n***as out like limo's
Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, that's pimples
I'm bout to go banana puddin'
You a dyke cause your man a p**y
Hit you from the blindside, no Sandra Bullock
Never bite the hand that feeds you
Always watch the hand that's cooking
Tunechi, D4 Ho
[Lil Wayne]
Shout out Cole
You already know what it is, Cole World
Wayne's World
We in this b**h ho
Special delivery at your front door