(feat. Omen & Fashawn)





[J. Cole:]

It’s ya nigga, deep thinker, big drinker

late night, with ya wife in ya crib sneaker

when you out of town, and you not around

turn your ass over like a nigga stepped out of bounds

crowd around young’n

I got ammo and a lot of rounds coming

up in the streets where you not allowed, runnin’

got the songs bitches ride around hummin’

and the niggas stay thumpin’

and the hater’s hate pumpin’

got the 808′s bumpin’

so the trunks stay thumpin’

and the nigga get high only on occasion in

my mind too wild

damn thought weed supposed to calm you down

but I’m so high I can palm two clouds

boy look, these niggas quote my lines like the Lord’s book

you niggas less rhymes more hooks

more bucks but less love

you hear them drums, Questlove

no Roots, I’m so truth

I used to rock sidelines like a coat suit

had to look at all them loafers, yeah them boat shoes

now I’m in the game but I wont boast to you dummy

remember niggas had short jokes for my money

toast to the honey’s, money and the liquor

and bitch I don’t sound like any other nigga

with my finger on the trigger

I burn rappers like Henny on the liver

grant death wishes like a genie I’ma killer

Lord giveth and he taketh like an Indian giver

hard to keep jimmy in zipper

when you got them bad Anne Vivians with ya

Remy and weed, I got em on Pluto

I like Henny but the hoes prefer Nuvo.



[Fashawn:]

Check, every time a nigga roll,

old school whips and it’s sittin on 4′s

hoes on me when I enter the door

if a nigga wanna trip, good grip on the chrome

empty out a clip from the fifth then I’m gone

twist up a spliff, get a fifth of Patron

hate a chick who just talk shit on the phone

baby I’m tryna stick, give ya dicks to ya dome, shit

if I was you nigga I would hate him

hot August nights I’m out there in Vegas

stuntin til time, had that patience

now it’s big faces, fly vacations

alias Shawn stacks

miss shows, never call back

blowin’ Dro sippin tall cats

on the low had to crawl back

niggas wonder if it’s all raps

or it’s all facts...



[Omen:]

As I step in the toe like Fe fi foe

with the heat like flow and the beat typo

better rewrite yo, get your rhyming straight

get murked plus 8 like Jon and Kate

I mean it’s time for the face off

hit the corner like an 8 ball

man I concentrate like Adolf

no time for I had a get a day job

me on the mind you aint even on the radar

never bring it but I never been a fiend for her silly ways

so I’m tryna get the cream til I’m silly paid

couldn’t put her on the team, every week another reason

thats fiend like Billy Mays

gotta grind gotta focus

gotta shine through the minds of the blind light the hopeless

never confined to the rhymes that I’ve chosen

moment of silence the Times gotta quote this!