Aye, Cole Cole Cole Cole
And on the count of three
Baby girll, Cole cole Cole Cole
And on the count of three
Baby girll, Cole cole cole cole
Hey, uh, and on the count of three
Blow Up, Blow up
Yeah, and that I will, n***a, that I will
I keep a check list of rappers that I'm a k**
I use to play the bleachers before I had a deal
Now a n***a gettin burned just imagine how that feel
Hmm, I'll, fantastic
Flip rhymes, flip beats n***a jamnastics
Ya style hot now but they just can't last with
Somethin like the rap sand castle
Gone with the tide, I'm here for the seas
Bend yo a** over b**h I'm here for a reason
Cold breezin, flow freezin
This ain't spittin hoe, I'm sneezin
Use to hit South Beach, stay at the Parisian
No fun n***a, low funds was the reason
Old school bed that the hoes got pleased in
Now the Loews doors is what I throw keys in
Man talk about a come up
n***as see me in the street they talk about The Come Up
Or talk about The Warm Up or n***a when ya album drop?
And why these lil rappers like to run they mouth a lot?
And J. Cole are you really from the south or not?
I seen yo jeans man them things must've cost a lot
And do you get a chance to hang out with the boss a lot?
Even them hatin n***as like you at the barber shop
Cole, yeahh that my mo' f**in name
n***a couldn't even watch the All-Star Game
Had to do the whole Valentines Day thing
Gotta play the game so my lady won't complain
Three or four days I'll be back on the plane
Do a couple shows where the people know my name
Look man the crowd full of pretty young things
If you gon do dirt than ya can't leave a stain
Mayne, Tiger Woods ya'll
He like them white girls, I like them hoods ya'll
She got her head straight, she got a good job
She give the best brain, she got that good jaw
I got that good game, it's cause I'm good ya'll
J. Cole, the little engine that could ya'll
And yeah I'm comin for the top like I should ya'll
And b**h I'll never fall off Knock on Wood ya'll...
Cole