[Verse 1: Drake]

Yeah

26 on my third GQ cover

Your new shit sound like you do covers

On all of my old shit, old shit

I devoted to making sure that shit goes unnoticed

Swear you niggas is hopeless

I should run a clinic for niggas that think that they're winning

On some cold shit, 50Ms for a three month road trip

I see straight through them like fish tanks with no fish in them

Drizzy still got some '06 in him

IRS all in my books getting they Matlock on

All this capitol it's like I left the caps lock on

It's like every time I plot a return I seem to shift the game

See I can still talk keys without dishing cane

Pay yourself and owe yourself

Before you come to my city just know yourself

Know where you at

I'm good in every town, I'mma be there doing shows where you at

The lights hit women screaming like Jodeci's back, nigga



[Verse 2: Drake]

Your money is just a little ? for you to be tryna show out

I'm in your girl's ear planting seeds like a grow-off

We move the operation to Cali soon as the snow drop

Oh stop, please stop arguin' 'bout who's the best emcee

I think everyone would agree, they know that you're not

I know I'm a sure shot, middle finger poking you in your sore spot

Bars sound like I'm under oath nigga

I comedy central roast niggas and turn 'em to ghost niggas

Either I'm gettin' bigger or you're just gettin' smaller or both nigga

I'm just as unforgivin' as most niggas

You bit the hand, now starve, it's not a joke nigga

I'll hang you with it soon as I teach you the ropes nigga

Oh well, bitches paint OVO on their toenails

And show up at the show, the afterparty, and the hotel

That five star in your city, they know where we at

I hit the lobby, women's screaming like Jodeci's back, nigga



[Bridge: J.Cole]

Jodeci's back

You bitches screamin' like Jodeci's back

I call the front desk for condoms, sayin' they ain't got none


The way that I'm respondin', she know that we black, nigga

Jodeci's back

Fuckin' hoes like Jodeci's back

I paint pictures and flip words

Nigga woulda thought Def Poetry back



[Verse 3: J.Cole]

Lookin' for your bitch, bet she won't turn up

Wonder where she is, fuck could she be

She's a ho, she's a slut, she's a freak

Heard a couple niggas hatin' but them fuck niggas weak

Count a hundred thousand dollars like it sucks to be me

Ain't that what you wanted? Stuntin' on you niggas

Came in this game never frontin' on you niggas

Gave you heart and soul, stories of my pain

Feel naked cause I laid out all my glory and my shame

Caught fire just to have niggas ignore me and my flame

'Bout to burn down the house, they tryna put me in the rain, no

Fuck it 'less you lame niggas and doubters

I'm undoubtedly the hottest and that's just me bein' modest

Go check the numbers dummy, that's just me gettin' started

I'm artistic, you niggas is autistic, retarded

Started, hold your applause

Who gives a poker face when you jokers showed me your cards?

David and Goliath, takin' on the giants

No need for pause when I tell you my balls bigger than yours

No false gods, young mic [?]

Tappin' into '94 Nas

Or that '96 Jay, or that Chronic shit, Dre

Which is really just Slim Shady, I'm silly, my pen crazy

Today I'm out in Philly, my fans waitin' for twelve hours

Just to get their dollar signed

Thoughts stream like I'm Spotifyin'

Trenchcoat flow, bottom line

To these too cool for school niggas I'm Columbine

Flow dumber than your projections

This makes twice now, I doubled what you expected, yet

Your covers keep complexin' me

Maybe it's too complex for me

But is this 'bout skills or is this 'bout sales?

Cause either way, all them niggas is less to me

You legends know that we rap

Bitches screamin' like Jodeci's back