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