[Produced by Jake One]
[Intro: J. Cole]
I gotta ask Jake One for the beat though
I don't know if he'll be cool with letting...
I don't know man it's really some album sh**
Takin it up??
[Verse One: J. Cole]
Yeah winter schemes for my summer dreams
Winning seems to become 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 n***a like em grown up
Im seeing rappers in the gym trying to tone up
I've seen rappers on the road, no one showed up
I feel partially to blame let me own up
I'm sorry, brand new Ferrari
But really though im frontin
I really don't mind discussin
That Bugatti in that Beyonce video was just for stuntin
Scared to mash the gas
Cause if i f**ed around and crashed
That would have been my a**
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 a** advance
Was in the Honda on that LIE pa**ing fast
Wasn't about the money then cause he had the chance
Built it from the ground up, no hit singles
Just a lot of f**ing gifts, n***a, no Kris Kringle
Cole
I'm the reason that your old b**h single
Gave her dick made her whole sh** tingle ya feel me?
Born Sinner doubt this diamond chain gon' heal me
Lord let me k** the game and pray the game don't k** me
Multi before I die b**h believe that
These rappers rich as f** but don't know where their seeds at
It's a shame, n***as 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 f** stressin
I just step into the ring and do my mothaf**in thing (my mo'f**in thing)
Fourth quarter, so much due but f** stressin
I just step into the ring and do my mothaf**in thing (my mo'f**in thing)
Wale k** these n***as man
[Verse 2: Wale]
Ugh, ugh
Wooooo! Gifted!
Ya! Spring greening but I'm winter frigid
And with this summer album got me booking all them b**hes
Until I'm par with b**hes, my parking garage official
Boy I play with foreigns and I feel just like Kawhi Leonard
God-given talent, momma gave me pa**ion
Got me, a Rihanna feature, y'all should see my demographic
Copy us, dap me up, rapping n***as done got me f**ed
Half these n***as is carbon copy, faking a n***a would be redundant right?
I'm tryna shed a bunch a light
In a country where n***as follow models and hype
You know, trends and that sh**
n***as wearing leather down in a 110
Just a cla**ic-a** n***a
Rapping circles 'round these squares, out of shape, and I ain't tripping
Shoe game prolific, this Hublot a ticket This Ron
Simmons meets Richard Simmons, go Google their differences As I
Maneuver the industry, few is against me, I ride
With shooters but truthfully, tryna get loot out of Disney, I'm high
I'm tripping, I'm fried, forgive me, that's right, you with me
A cold world if I ain't slide by your chimney, we gifted
Tryna distribute what Allah has given me, listen
But some of the bars are synagogues to a godless opinion
And dig it, in layman's terms
Man these lames can't contain these words
New slaves we were, we were shut down, we were not proud for those things we stood
'Till we bust out, then bust down on that chain, we good
New black soul, new black soul, new black soul
Ain't toot my horn but I'm the new Satchmo
This Bishop Tutu with a 2Pac flow
You n***as think too slow, you Pikachu but I'm Pica**o
Peep how I do it, gotta deep mind so I free my quotes
Peep my approach, I'm thinking more like Lee Iacocca
Come see my show, this sh** look like that door knob broke
There's hoes and hoes, and I'm sure I'm bout to know like four
You P-Myers replace me, then that four-five show
And I'm just saying if I don't make it I'll still feed my folks
Still I keep sh** real, I ain't never been a s**er though
Gold albums on my bronze game, f**ing stupid
And I'll f**ing do it, new legend sh** got me juiced
Whoever got problems with Folarin come find me, pursue it
Remind you of a time there was knowledge in music
And I do it for the n***as that promise the future
New black soul, new black soul, new black soul
And any b**h that got me twisted only grew my fro
Ha, and it's like that, right? Right?
And it's like that, right?
Uh, uh, Gifted!