J. Cole - The Last Stretch lyrics

[Intro] (Coast to Coast Instrumentals) I don't know what the hell that is Should have just called Puff for the f**ing instrumental f** it, no time for that boy! Cole World [Verse 1] They say we living in troubled times Aye, do you see the trouble signs? Aye, lifes a b**h, and I'm cuffing mines My dough in flipmode, what up to Busta Rhymes I used to never see green, I was colorblind Now I get my hustle on Pay dues like a hair salon My way like a Usher song Higher power where these verses from You n***as hoes, put your purses on Church, get your worship on Born alone, work alone, die alone Hot fire like Dylan b**hes get their dial on Fake n***as get dial tones I ain't no Viacom n***a I'm a fire arm, n***a Look how I alarm n***as Watch my dope pile on 'Til it's like a mile long n***as couldn't fill my shoes Couldn't even try 'em on Showed your lil' a** look That's how you take it Two-facing n***as, couldn't tie my shoe laces, boy! [Verse 2] That was the warm up, this is the blow up Now if you ain't talking no bread boy, ain't no need to show up Man they say I'm repping the Ville too much, but f** it, so what? When my n***as carrying toys like they don't wanna grow up When my sisters drinking like fishes and won't even throw up Let's po' up, get to' up, know the police gon' show up I slow up Some n***as ain't got no luck Some n***as can't get no love Some of 'em can't get no bucks So tell me what do a n***a do if he can't get a job? My brother got him an interview, but he can't get a ride What's up God? No this ain't no Wu-Tang sh** This is my lil' fire drill, just some routine sh** Just to shoot fiends with And hold 'em off a lil' longer Every verse I write I swear I'm only getting stronger Can you ponder? Imagine what my sh** gon' sound like If I told you that The Warm Up was just a sound bite Damn right, believe I put it down right And I'll be sure to tell you lil' n***as what that crown like I showed you love, I brought you through I gave you pounds right? Aye, in my face, you knew your place And so you smile right? So why I'm here, and now you talking like a little girl? You sound like Whitley, n***a Me? I'm from a different world Your sh** is garbage If I drop you, I'm a litterbug Busy getting money I ain't f**ing with that Twitter, girl f** what they say, wishing me harm and sorrow They here today, bet they be gone tomorrow They catching Z's on me, aye we gon' call 'em Zorro I'll let you sleep today, but it's on tomorrow Yeah, I said it's on tomorrow I'm coming for the game And I ain't talking loan or borrow Pray for the days I get cash, checks and never weary This the last stretch, I'm a half step from legendary