J. Cole - Might Delete Later Album Lyrics

Reach my dog for his shit, get dicey
Shinin' now, you never seen a clique get icy
Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me
Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey
Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey
Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey
Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey
Nigga, you can try, but this shit-

Uh
Climbed up out the trenches as a shorty with intentions
To switch my whip as much as Rick and Morty switch dimensions
Never really known for dressin' gaudy, bitch, 'cause listen
Where I'm from, the bullets feed the ones that's starvin' for attention
She say, "He hella smart, I would've swore he went to Princeton"
Not quite, but it's the school of life that taught me death prevention
That's why I barely panic when the hammers, they be blammin'
No mechanics, but they snuck inside the party with wrenches
I think fast 'cause niggas that be tardy get detention
Your soul lookin' down over your body in suspension
The critics, they be on me, but they all be disingenuous
Bitch, I came up 'round addiction, seen like forty interventions
Your shit ain't addin' up, know you a phoney, checked your image
Rappin' tough, but all them niggas in your audience is bitches
And white boys mostly, niggas know a verse from Cole be like a signed Michael Jordan rookie card in mint condition
The farthest thing from harbor shit, be honest with me, listen
You know if I want it, I be John Gotti with the henchmen
Right? I mean, it's simple math, a bit of cash can get a nigga bag
But that don't make you big and bad, just mean you rich and mad
Nigga, your pillow soft, so kill the boss talk
Me to you's a cyanide pill to a lil' cough drop
This the Ville, filled of hard knocks, they sellin' hard rock
More plugs than these niggas use to fill a bald spot
And kill 'em all and fill a morgue up
I got bars forever, nigga, never will a call drop
No hammer like a mall cop
Still the hardest nigga on the planet earth from January first until the ball drop

Yeah, he climbed out the great Ville, that's gangster
He missed meals to make mills, that's gangster
Then came back and gave back, that's gangster
Same chick from way back, he's gangster

Reach my dog for his shit, get dicey
Shinin' now, you never seen a clique get icy
Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me
Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey
Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey
Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey
Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey
Nigga, you can try

Uh, just hit the paper and roll you a spliff, I'm lit, bitch, I'm lit
Just like the Vegas strip, blowin' through chips, I'm rich, bitch, I'm rich
David Chapelle on his latest Netflix
Go 'head, try to cancel my shit
I'll still be on stage with my hand on my dick
Seventeen thousand all jammin' my hits
These are ridiculous times
Lately, my biggest addiction been lookin' online
Where somebody's always offended, I'm sick of this cryin'
Niggas is dyin', victims of time
Self-inflicted, we sick in the mind
What's with the gossip? If you really handled your business, then you wouldn't have so much interest in mines
Breakin' news, I've officially entered my prime
Which is real interesting, this is the point where a rapper would typically start to decline
Somehow I climbed
Right when you thought I was fine, we're runnin' a little behind
Nipsey was tryin' to tell you this a marathon
Only listen to Minister Farrakhan
Oh my God, it just hit me, it's terrifyin'
I'm a star like the shit on the sheriff sign
If time was really money, I could purchase like two thousand bricks with my spare time
All praises due to my God
Dark days is too far behind
I part ways with the struggle, my hustle gon' always keep the squad paid
All labor, no off days 'cause the money don't sleep
And due to the focus, I couldn't even go broke if I spend like five hundred a week
And talk is cheap, I got a short receipt, can tell by your heart, you weak
One thing 'bout this money, it's easy to get it, but trust me, my nigga, it's hard to keep

Yeah, he climbed out the great Ville, that's gangster
He missed meals to make mills, that's gangster
Then came back and gave back, that's gangster
Same chick from way back, he's gangster

Reach my dog for his shit, get dicey
Shinin' now, you never seen a clique get icy
Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me
Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey
Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey
Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey
Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey
Nigga, you can try

The trials and tribulations of creation
It's a quiet theme of those in dire need of elevation
One minute, infatuation
Next minute, hatin' every statement you makin'
Constant contemplation
Yearnin' for hooks uncanny, search every nook and cranny for inspiration
Step outside for better ventilation
Smoke somethin', hope somethin' comes from the stimulation
Through it all, stay patient
Get in tune with God
For when lightnin' strikes, it's He who decides
We from a crueler side where the youth get euthanized
Small fries get suicide for movin' pies
All our blind eyes get turned from suit and ties
The truth, it lies somewhere in the middle
Of half-ass rappers and cap-ass crackers on Capital Hill
Ain't no protection for hearts that get spilled
When sharin' with this world with art can get killed
Use your discretion
To believe or not to believe? That is the question
Might Delete Later

Uh
Yeah
Turn it all up

Powered up
I'm powered up
I'm powered up
I'm powered up
It's powered up

Yeah, said I was finished but I want another two summers
Hall of famer, hungrier than all the newcomers
Niggas swear they compare, but the truth humble
They get f*cked one twelve, you couldn't do numbers
Hey, tell the label I got A's all throughout math
That mean I'm keen on the numbers and I count fast
You know it's money that you owe me, niggas phony
And I'm Joaquin Phoenix, walk the line, I'm about cash
Benjamin Button gettin' younger as the hours pass
Should do the Freshman cover twice, I'm never outclassed
It's not a rap nigga breathin' that could outlast
The Fall Off is like Hov droppin' Reasonable Doubt last
We from the South where we learn all about stashin'
Where niggas prone to shoot first and run they mouth last
And if you run your mouth, bitch, you goin' out sad
Whole clique gettin' slid on, you a mouse pad
I'm the one that niggas fear on the lowski
Heard 'em talkin' like we peers but they grossly
Mistaken and it's blatant
Crocodile tears, niggas know I'm on a tier that they don't see
My dogs only shed tears in emojis
We in another hemisphere splittin' proceeds
How dare a nigga rub his hands on this trophy?
I vividly remember who was there

Niggas hit my line when they want somethin'
That's a dub, it ain't love if it cost somethin'
Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'
I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'
Chopped off the top, nigga, I achieved somethin'
Drop down, bitch, let me see somethin'
Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'
I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'

March 16 in the f*ckin' teen summit
Them boys kiss ring when they see the king come in
They know I run things like the police comin'
Yes, sir, it's me, not two, not three
The uno, G-O-A-T, I need my fee, f*ck kudos
G4 at least, these flights ain't cheap as you know
They sound faded, they downgraded, they Pluto
I'm bigger than Mars, this nigga a star, I'm Bruno
I'm the one they call when they want a song to a funeral
Can't f*ck with broads, what y'all niggas on? Hoes Communal
I'm sendin' flawed niggas to the Lord, hm
And you know it
Two six, truth spit, I'm a poet
I move slick on 'em so they got no clue where I be, uh
Do it look like I fool with IG, bitch?
She got too many followers
Word 'round the Ville, she a real deal swallower
Niggas bite their hands, so my heart turn hollower
Talkin' bout "Holla," nah, nigga, I ain't callin' ya

Niggas hit my line when they want somethin'
That's a dub, that ain't love if it cost somethin'
Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'
I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'
Chopped off the top, nigga, I achieved somethin'
Drop down, bitch, let me see somethin'
Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'
I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'

Yes (Yo, Killa, Killa)
Flee Farms, boy
(Yeah, we leavin', uh, Tuesday, we gon' fly to London)
F*ck with me, Harlem (yeah)
I promise niggas
I guarantee it, I put my stamp of f*ckin' authenticity, nigga
Ain't no nigga better than me in this f*ckin' planet, I swear to God

Bitch, I'm on my shit again
I don't be sittin' 'round thinkin' what I could've been
I'ma do it now, I told mama I'ma do her proud
I do what I want, you niggas do what you allowed
My dog blew the loud into a cloud
These verses heinous, so of course they trainers threw in towels
Cole World, I got too much style
Designer or not, I just pulled your bitch with no line-up and Crocs
Where I'm from, fiends line up for rocks
Young niggas line up for Glocks
Talk slick, one shot, aw shit, forensics outlinin' your socks
Poor decision, mortician alpinin' your box
Raw pitchin', court vision, dishin' pounds on the block
You think you 'bout to get this shit over-the-counter? You're not
Ain't no prescription for this shit, you can't just dial up the doc'
My nigga wicked with the wrist, he whipped it out of a pot
From a powder to rock solid, then count up the profits
You ain't gotta sell that shit no more, I got it on lock, I told you (ooh)

(Woo, shit, nigga)

I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot
Cole never snooze, won't even stop my alarm clock
Shout to Ryan Coog', that shit was scary to view
'Cause a nigga's worst fear is gettin' stopped by the wrong cop, uh
Or gettin' shot on his own block
That's why niggas keep the chrome cocked, my palms cocked
Homes in three different timezones, it don't stop
Olympic-level divin', bitch, I promise I won't flop, uh
This how it feel to be on top
I used to see fiends lookin' for crack like they phone dropped
So f*ck what you talkin' 'bout
I aimed for the stars and hit, shit was a long shot
I'm tryna get more bread than Patrick Mahomes got
Short-term vision ain't gon' get you the long yachts
'Ville nigga, used to cash my check at the pawn shop
My second worst fear is stickin' dick in the wrong thot
'Cause child support supervision is gon' knock
It's crystal clear, bitch, I got the vision y'all don't got

Yes (stupid), yes (Killa, Killa)
Here we go
(I'm ready) I'm ready, (I'm ready) I'm ready (I'm ready) (uh)
Been ready (look), let's go

Homie thought he caught him a killer, I intercepted her (swish)
Deceptive, not at all, I wasn't with disrespectin' her
But I stood my ground, I wasn't with all the beggin' her
Know that I'm flee and nothin' I do is regular (matter fact)
Matter fact, do you regular on the regular
With the trappers, robbers, next day, at the senator's (true)
But what to do with us? (Us?), gettin' loot with us (yes)
Then the coupe with us (What else?), then hit the stu' with us
You see my crew, boo? Yeah, it's only a few of us (true)
You gettin' money, honey? That'll make two of us (woo)
Takin' what I'm supposed to get, not all, most of it
Paper tags, poppin' tags, no tag, you know I'm it
I don't know if you people noticed it
But niggas had to give me six feet before the COVID hit (swear they did)
Or you'll be six feet deep like when I load the clip (baow)
Early bird, and the can of worms, you opened it (true)
Still hittin' old girl (girl), still make her toes curl (curl)
Killa Cam and Cole World, y'all niggas ready? (Yes)

Shh
Be very, very quiet
I'm huntin' wabbits

Goddamn (uh)

F*ck runnin' in place, I'd never do that, my destination is runnin' the map
I'll run in your trap like, "Run me your work 'fore somebody get hurt," nigga, run or get clapped
I ain't cool with these dudes, I don't f*ck with these dudes
I don't wanna show love, I don't wanna give dap
I just wanna kick back, take trips, make hits, make big chips, stack 'til they tall as Kristaps
Me and your squad is mismatch
Your calves ain't strong enough to follow his path
And you know the bitch bad if I brought the bitch back
Let the chick ride stick like I taught her witchcraft
Caught a whiplash when they saw the whip pass
They like, "Okay, I see you," bitch, how could you not?
I drove to CVS, copped a Plan B and I watched as she swallowed, bitch, I kid you not
Can't take no risk in this game, my money grew, but my ambition's the same
Talk to me proper, you lookin' like Q at the locker, I pop up how Bishop had Cain
What's up? Niggas gon' put some respect on my name
One way or another
I work the whole winter to take over summer
They late to the party 'cause they overslumbered
Don't hop on it now, nigga, stay over yonder
I'm on Rodeo, I'm bummy
I'm 'bout to get fly like my layover comin'
I promise I don't feel a day over twenty
They hatin' from so far away and it's funny
I'm clappin' at niggas like they owe me money
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, click
Shit, now the clip lookin' like Chick-fil-A on a Sunday

He keeps killing us, father
He keeps taking and taking
I want to-

Pop in a new one and let off again
Always knew we was gon' get our revenge
Aim at whoever ain't dead, I will win
You thought 'cause I'm god of this rap shit that I'd just forget all the sins?
Oh, how you wish
He dope as a hundred and ten-hour binge
Everybody say that they start at the bottom
I don't care to doubt 'em, but this how it ends, nigga
Look at you, son
Look at what you've become
This how it ends
Never see no one get this high again
Globetrotter shit, bitch, that's just how I spin
Word to my palm, bitch, I'm too locked in
I hit 'em up, bitch, I'm 2Pac twin
Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim
Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim
(That's just how I swim)
This how it ends
Never see no one get this high again
Globetrotter shit, bitch, that's just how I spin
Word to my palm, bitch, I'm too locked in
I hit 'em up, bitch, I'm 2Pac twin
Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim
Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim

I'm sorry
I'm so sorry for what I've done

Listen, baby
I've got news
I've got bad news for you

And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
Bitches flock like TMZ every time we come outside
Called a Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside? Yeah
Hide your bitch, hide your wife, yeah
Bagged your bitch in my slide, yeah
Pray the dogs never die, yeah
Forty-two come alive, yeah
Hide your bitch, hide your wife

I'm allergic to cap
I can't hear these niggas rap without an EpiPen
You'll never see me in Giuseppe, I find 'em tacky, look what I'm stepping in
Some shit I designed, but Italians callin' 'em Indy 5000s
Or maybe five hundred
I kick the door down, if I want it and niggas won't let me in (uh)
My career in a nutshell, these bums never did nothin' but fail
They gon' see I'm the one when the dust settles
They gon' see I'm the one
A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, uh, M-N-O-P
That's little me in the classroom askin', "What's L?" (Uh)
I never been known to take those
Your girl saw me and her face froze
You better be lucky I'm faithful
Please test me, I ace those
My money been growin' like eight fold, uh
You know how I hate goals
I can't tell if they turning green from the envy, or is it the fake gold? (Uh)
I move through the street one deep, I keep forgettin' I'm J. Cole
I feel like a regular nigga, I just got a very irregular bankroll
Word to Puma, I've been gettin' Pesos
My account like the end of a rainbow
Every time that I spit it's a flame throw
Me, Bas, and Cench, it's NATO

And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
Bitches flock like TMZ every time we come outside
Called a Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside? Yeah
Hide your bitch, hide your wife, yeah (skrrt)
Bagged your bitch in my slide, yeah
Pray the dogs never die, yeah
Forty-two come alive, yeah
Hide your bitch, hide your wife

Lord forgive me as I'm a sinner
The way that I live, I'm preparing for hell
I don't know why you're mad, you should probably thank me
'Cause I been airin' your girl
If I get some top, we can take the chase 'cause we know the area well
Thank God I'm not far off a hundred Ms, I gotta thank Ron Perry as well
I don't even know why they stepped in the ring
A few seconds in and they're throwin' the towel in
When we pull into the town, neighbours sayin', "How the hell they get them houses?"
Now I'm in some different locations, I don't even know how to pronounce them
Award shows, I bring my pouch in, I ain't even pullin' out my-
I can't get packed by TMZ, tryna fit four tings in the G63
I'ma give one ting to my bro YG, I'ma handle the rest and jeet all three
The back so big and we all gassed up, how the f*ck did she fit in them Diesel jeans?
I can't compete 'cause they ain't in my league
Oh, please, it ain't even a equal beef
At least hit man in the abdominal, bro, it don't even count if below the knee
Block life, chillin' with a horrible ho, she gonna get down and blow the team
Me and the guys was borrowing clothes, like, "Bro, let me hold that coat this week"
Now it's after hours, I've shutdown Harrods, I bring out the AmEx and go on a spree

And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
Bitches flock like TMZ every time we come outside
Called a Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside? Yeah
Hide your bitch, hide your wife, yeah
Bagged your bitch in my slide, yeah
Pray the dogs never die, yeah
Forty-two come alive, yeah
Hide your bitch, hide your wife

Hey, Jermaine
I know you're on the road
I know you're on your best rapper alive shit
But I hope you're doing good
And I hope you ain't forget about me
Because I'm thinking about you
And I hope you come to the 'Ville soon
Alright, hit me up

I love her and I need her
She keeps givin' me fever, fever, yeah
Like blowin' on sativa
She keeps takin' me deeper, deeper, yeah
It's all ups and downs I found
When she comes around, she be givin' me fever, fever, uh
Don't go throw the past away
We ain't guaranteed to see a better day, better day, uh

Got a new deal, just ran a train on a label
They not real and so they came with some fables
Without a chain, them boys plain as a bagel
I'm from the 'Ville, they sellin' 'caine if they able
I play the middle, I never hustled or nothin'
But I got lit, now I got the customers jumpin'
I'm on the road and, yeah, I'm thinkin' about you
Runnin' through hoes and now you think I forgot you
How could I do that? All that vibe you had
All that fight you had on you
I want them but I want you too
How can both those things be true?

Ooh, when can I see you? (True)
Ooh, when can I see you?
Ooh, when can I see you?
Ooh, when can I see you? (True)

I love her and I need her
She keeps givin' me fever, fever, yeah
Like blowin' on sativa
She keeps takin' me deeper, deeper, yeah
It's all ups and downs I found
When she comes around, she be givin' me fever, fever, uh
Now go throw the past away
We ain't guaranteed to see a better day, better day, uh

Are you guys ready to party tonight?
Are you sure?
Yeah
I'm f*ckin' with you, right? Okay
(Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, can I get a-)
Ladies and gentlemen
Hunger
Hunger
Yeah
Uh

They gotta hide they face
They was predictin' a nigga to fail, turns out that was not the case
I'm rockin' a mask with lots of cash, I look like I robbed a bank
Can't even rob the bank that I use, my money is not with Chase
Foreign deposit safes, I'm writin' this shit on a private plane
Sometimes I be flyin' commercial still
These niggas get rich and become so detached, they music start havin' that surface feel
Not a subliminal, speakin' in general, feelings get hurt when words get spilled
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but sayin' my name in a verse will kill
Word to the wise, nigga, we heard all them lies before
My number ones come from albums, theirs is burgers and fries to go
Go against me, your odds is low
I don't even got no opps for real
Nigga, just give me my props for real
I done did everything, I'm 'bout to chill
Count the mills in cribs on top of hills
Mad chips, cash rich, my stash thick, I'm Dr. Phil
Stash thick, I'm Steve Harvey
Bad bitch, two friends, hat trick, caught three bodies
And tell 'em to go like they E-40, uh

Nigga don't want no smoke with me, I'm one of them ones
Tiptoein' through the slums, duckin' a hundred-round drum
I took my lumps way out in Cumberland, niggas ain't hunt where I hunt
Shit, I'm up, stomach still rumblin', niggas ain't done what I done
Nigga don't want no smoke with me, I'm one of them ones
Hop on a song with whoever, I ain't duckin' no one-on-ones
Ayy, pull up the track, I'm 'bout to black, I'm goin' on a whole 'nother run

Yeah
(Ladies and gentlemen)
Uh

So much drama on the street, feel like the beef is random
Murder galore, turn into Thor, I gotta keep a hammer
Case weather get inclement, shots rain on the innocent
The neighbors still don't know who sent them shits, it's like a secret Santa
Me, I'm out here reachin' for a higher frequency, I plan to
Rest my feet in presidential suites or sleep in beach cabanas
Skeetin' on thousand-count sheets, I'm hittin' freaks in tandems
Bust 'em down, then throw 'em in the cab like they from East Atlanta (Tonight)
How it feel to see the flyest bitch and know that he can land 'em? (Are you sure?)
Every word I speak on beats, it's guaranteed to feed the fandom (I'm f*ckin' with you, right? Okay)
Weaklings wanna walk inside my sneakers, watchin' from the bleachers
Only time they'll see the roles reversed is if they lease a Phantom
(Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, can I get a-)
Bad investment, but what else you had expected?
Moms was broke my whole adolescence, never had a lesson
'Cept for pawn shop hustles to times collections, had her stressin'
Bitches couldn't tell if I was poor or just bad at dressin'
It was a bit of both, when I took it up top, I took an oath, huh
I was gon' hit a lick, break bread with my dogs, and split a loaf, huh
And take over the game, make sure that my name's considered GOAT
Now I'm back home as the best in the world, The Fall Off, come and hear the growth
On God, nigga

Nigga don't want no smoke with me, I'm one of them ones
Tiptoein' through the slums, duckin' a hundred round-drum
I took my lumps way out in Cumberland, niggas ain't hunt where I hunt
Shit, I'm up, stomach still rumblin', niggas ain't done what I done
Nigga don't want no smoke with me, I'm one of them ones
Hop on a song with whoever, I ain't duckin' no one-on-ones
Ayy, pull up the track, I'm 'bout to black, I'm goin' on a whole 'nother run

(Ladies and gentlemen)
(Ladies and-)

Know what I'm sayin'
Lights off, lights goin', know what I'm sayin'?
Uh
So soulful, don't you agree?
I do, yeah
Is it a room full of, full of mirrors or a room full of Motown? I don't know
Shoutout to Zordon, if you know, you know
(She makes the rain fall from my eyes)
Yo
Ayy
You know that I do belie- (man)

The criteria for this tier is just a open pride
Hope and cries, but so can I
I drop the unprovoken crimes
Pray to the heaven, God, with no disguise
We roll the dice and hope the soul unties
Reap the fruit with no bow tie
Sensitive Pisces, still thuggin', baby, ain't 'fraid to cry
Skinny, biggy, lens is tinted, ain't got no lazy eye
Heart of gold, almost sold it in Saudi Arabia
Quill told me the clouds ain't real, God gotta paint the sky
So I'm a student of Sophia Stewart, the Matrix ain't a lie
Tainted Gods fall from the sky
Tie in inception
When you wake inside this dream, you a weapon
Step in the cypher, know the beef real
Your life at stake, ages with each meal
Real estate of mind, you need equity? Let the beat build
Poison in my cup, I need to refill
I feel it in my gut, you niggas meek still
I inherit the Earth
Like three wise men pulled up to cherish my birth
They placed me in a manger, wasn't that major at first
But what a mess I'll leave, I'm the savior at work
I ain't sayin' I'm Jesus
Got the job of the messiah, Ty and Joe, we block all devils
Get y'all shovels, can ya dig it?
We gon' riot if y'all picket
Sign of danger, oh, we anger from my past, can't get past that
We the last batch and the cause installed, we got Black facts
Grow a spinal cord or backtrack
The homies call me Batman, I'm the African Ben Affleck
Publishin' some other shit, like is something up with ASCAP?
It's training day, don't get your ass capped
Givenchy snapback with the rhinestones, you ain't never had that
Was at Saks Fifth with Doe, that's a double entendre
Everything I say is dope, is this a microphone or contra?
Bands in my pocket
See what they told Malcolm X to do with his hands?
That shit was out of pocket
Picked up shotguns that came in handy, wasn't no plan B
Kid gone, who can f*ck with him? Knew them shots would muzzle him
Knew the blocks would puzzle him
Let' go stupid because of him
Shells fallin' like Nephilim
Gilgamesh, who can f*ck with him? (Perfect)

Oh, y'all thought we was done wit' em? Huh
Y'all must be stupid, we finna go dumb on 'em
Just keep your ears open like Dumbo and them
Good luck to them, it's up for them
Piece of the pie edge, we gon' crumble 'em
Three fourteen on the guy head when we rumble 'em
On second thought, that's enough for them
Nah, you gotta chill, bro

She makes a tear fall from my eye
Ah, man, I wish it was the rain
You gotta reach out to them
She makes the rain fall from my eye

Uh, prayer hands for the land where they sprayin' pellets
And turning your mans to an angelic
Being and freeing him from this crammed, hellish hole
The weather's cold from jealous souls that fanned fellas
I danced as well as Chris Breezy when the bullets start strayin' careless
I won't let him Swiss cheese me, got plans that I can't fail at
Seen plenty bodies trembling, resembling Cam Reddish
So full of potential, but never given a real chance to develop
My head envelops the pen, these ain't fan letters I craft
His album dropped, it was trash
I litter it like I can't spell it
Is you a demon or is that demeanor for the 'Gram? Tell us
They plead the Fifth, I'm seeing hints of a trans fella
In cancel culture's vicinity, he's no killer, trust me
Beneath his chosen identity, there is still a pussy, period
Blood spillin' monthly, rather weekly as a myriad of bodies drop
Where bricks get karate chopped to maximize the dojo, comprende
I wonder, will my friends make it past the pearly gates, so we could kick it
But based on what their sins say, probably not
Hit lick after lick like a lollipop
You niggas take a lie detect', the polygraph'll probably pop
You know my zone, I live here at the top
Right now, I'm home alone, Macaulay cot
I keep the shotty cocked in 'case somebody plot to rob me of this godly spot
Jermaine monstrous
Like that nigga off Jumanji, they know how he rock
All these bodies I done caught, I should probably stop
Nah, f*ck that, I willingly venture into a den full of lions
On some kill or be sent to a funeral home facility
To test my ability with this thrilling agenda
But it's hard to meet my match when my raps ain't really that tender
Since birth, the kid knew his worth
Never wallowed in sorrow, the game he dispersed
In these verses, bring a Gillie potential, a milli' from pencils
Never will my ability cripple
Now please, hold your L like you guardin' Philly's young center
Quick to leave a chick curved
It's only one of me, but bet it's like six hers
In my mobile device, you feel the motive in these quotables, right?
Cole is the nicest, but ain't shit about these vocals polite
Focusin' like bifocals while I'm walkin' on tightropes from a height
You folks'll only get this scope from a flight
How many "Verses Of The Year" this year is Cole gonna write? Uh

You know that I do believe, she
She makes a tear fall from my eye
Falling, I
You know that I do believe, she, I

Yeah, uh

We don't do sparklers
We give specific instructions to bring out the bottles in stealth mode
I'm hearing there's rats in the building
They sayin' it's not up to par with the health code
I feel like that's none of my business
Nigga be steadily giving opinions
On shit that don't even concern 'em
I got a lot to get off of my sternum

I been considerin' extending a olive branch
Building bridges with niggas that burned 'em
Like life too short to hold on to things
When Los was calling my line, I stared at the screen
Whenever the phone would ring
Wish I could've said goodbye
Even now I might cry while I'm writing this poem to sing
Life is a crazy thing
Look how I got cut from the team, now I own the team
Just a little piece, I ain't tryna make a scene
Like it's something it's not, my whole regime is up in the spot
Carefully watched by dozens of thots
F*ck it, I'll just have a couple of shots
Take off the edge and get out my head
When you up at the top it's a coveted spot

We don't do sparklers
We give specific instructions to bring out the bottles in stealth mode
I'm hearing there's rats in the building
They sayin' it's not up to par with the health code
I feel like that's none of my business
Nigga be steadily giving opinions
On shit that don't even concern 'em
I got a lot to get off of my sternum

I got a lot to get off of my sternum
I got a lot to get off of my sternum, yeah
Nah, I think you should come right here (oh)

Niggas love talking a whole lot of bullshit and calling it guidance
I been in my mode, I'm not gonna hold you, I doubled my commas
I cycle through hoes, I gaze on the lotus, get head while I'm drivin'
You blow up her phone, we didn't even notice 'cause we was just vibin'
Niggas love talking a whole lot of bullshit and calling it guidance
I been in my mode, I'm not gonna hold you, I doubled my commas
I cycle through hoes, I gaze on the lotus, get head while I'm drivin'
You blow up her phone, we didn't even notice 'cause we was just vibin'

We was just vibin'
We was just vibin'

What I need with ten cars? I can't drive but one
This for my niggas listening in 3001
As I'm writin' through this song, this world's gone insane
I know you feel me 'cause I bet that shit still ain't changed
I'm on a mission for this chicken, I'ma kill everything
I'm stackin' for a rainy day and it still ain't rained
Why niggas never open up? The answer had me chokin' up
It ain't enough words around to reveal they pain

I'm holdin' on tight to what it feel like to live a peaceful life
Since ridin' a bike, all that I ever knew was beef and strife
Goin' to sleep at night, prayin' that God release the stress
Now I'm on G4 jets across the seas to decompress
My recent checks, how much you think? Hm, decent guess
They growin' more eager, "Cole, who you gon' kill on a feature next?"
Who would you suggest? My nigga just told me the streets a myth
And he's perplexed, they tellin' on people like the teacher's pet
He took a pull of his weed, he high as the trees where eagles nest
I started chiefin' less and less, it had my cerebral vexed
Too many blessings to be depressed
Went from too stressed to being blessed
Now, my new recipe's just keep that f*ck shit from my desk
I don't want shit but my breath, I don't want shit but my fam
Thought I used superglue, nigga, how this gun stick to my hand
I don't even tote no pistol, but that shit sounded so hard
Plus, I don't give a f*ck about lyin' once I learned these niggas fraud
I'm finna burn these niggas, dawg
Bring me that urn, these niggas charcoal
I'ma send 'em to crossroads with the lost souls
I saw Nia Long quote
I would've poked, back when my heart cold
Give her three or four strokes
Then I'm onto the next, shit like a par four
I'm a raw-ass nigga, 6'4", tall-ass nigga
With a sick flow, y'all ask Jigga
How much did the kid gross for that label
Paid dues, had to pay dude for my masters, but I'm grateful
Shit, business is business
I'm in the Ville, the windows is tinted
Keeping my dick in my britches, y'all get to the bitches
Me, I'ma get to this money and split with the missus
Nigga, this vicious and I'm the truth
All of these niggas fictitious
Look at Jermaine, still runnin' the game
Damn, this physical fitness
F*ck with me, man

What I need with ten cars? I can't drive but one
This for my niggas listening in 3001
As I'm writin' through this song, this world's gone insane
I know you feel me 'cause I bet that shit still ain't changed
I'm on a mission for this chicken, I'ma kill everything
I'm stackin' for a rainy day and it still ain't rained
Why niggas never open up? The answer had me chokin' up
It ain't enough words around to reveal they pain

Yeah
Nigga done got spoiled off these f*ckin' PJ's
I'm not-, It's not like I'm too good to fly commercial, that shit just-
It's a hassle at this point, you know what I mean?
Yeah

At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp
Got my grip and I never proceed to slip
Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped
Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip
Walk in front of the judge and plead the fifth
I'm a legend, but it ain't no need for myth
Better get you a visa, he's a trip
I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit

Niggas ain't 'bout to outwork me
Go to sleep late, I'm still wakin' up early
Look at my belly, I'm hungry
Y'all niggas desperate and thirsty
You can't even tell there's a difference
Hungry is when you're relentless
Even when one of your idols look dead in your face
And he tell you, "You can't," and you know that he meant it
But when you Cole, you attempt it
Come, let me show you a template
I had to grow out the concrete
I had to stroll through the trenches, uh
I had to stroll through the trenches

At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp (Temp)
Got my grip and I never proceed to slip (Slip)
Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped (Clipped)
Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip (baow-baow)
Walk in front of a judge and plead the fifth
I'm a legend, but it ain't no need for myth
Better get you a visa, he's a trip
I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit
I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit
Yeah, that's my nigga
I had Trae The Truth in Ibiza lit (uh)

I can't do edibles
My head is spinnin' too much
Fell off the pedestal
And I'm never gettin' back up
Done tryna to be perfect, that shit is exhausting
An infinite force that nitpicking niggas get lost in
I'm scribbilin' thoughts, my pencil is sharpening
Trust in my pen, been tryna limit the crossing
The best part of makin' this cake is lickin' the frosting
And Barry been sayin' he love when I spit like I'm dark skin
And you know what he mean
I got a thirty-four waist, I had the forty jeans
Somehow I still got too big for my britches and tore the seams
There go my Achilles heel, been tryna do everything
Thank God for my nigga Ib, what would I do with no team?
I wouldn't do anything
I would just sit on this music and hold it
Waiting for some perfect moment
Wondering why it ain't came
Meanwhile the world done changed
Suddenly songs I was loving last year don't feel the same
Somebody feel my pain
Please, somebody say I changed
All of these years done passed, I hope I ain't still the same
All of these songs I'm on, ain't nobody kill Jermaine
Isn't that rather strange?
I wrote a number of bad refrains
But isn't that life, dude?
Make a few hits but you gotta live with the strikes too
Instead of pretending like I'm some incredible nigga
Just let 'em hear all of it
The good, the bad, the ugly, the strong, the weak, it's me
The nigga that thought of it
All the portrayals of anything different or fraudulent
You wanna tap into your greatness, well, this is the starter kit
The Fall Off, how many these bullets can fit in the cartridges
I'm lettin' 'em off on intentions to rip through your cartilage
My nigga just told me, "You trippin' for thinkin' of callin' quits"

No lie
God is good, for real
I'm just sittin' here askin' myself
The f*ck was I even doin' here?
Fresh out the hospital bed, one to the back
Arm in a sling
And in the same breath, I'm in Ibiza
I ain't never fathomed seeing another side of this shit
I know you felt the same
Hell, I know we used to pray for it, but hell
Look at you, bro
People speak greatness these days when the name get mentioned
But what is greatness?
Nah, nigga, we lit
Iconic, haha
It ain't over 'til we tap out
Cole, you better make these niggas feel you
We done seen 'em come
We done seen 'em go
From the Come Up to the Fall Off
And even when we fall off, we don't fall off, nigga

Yeah
Turn it up
Yeah, turn the vocal up
Uh

Light work like it's PWC
It's a cold world, keep the heat under your seat
I got a phone call, they say that somebody dissin'
You want some attention, it come with extensions
My dog like, "Say the word," he on bullshit, he itchin'
Done put in so much work in these streets, he got pension
I told him chill out, how I look havin' henchman?
If shots get to poppin', I'm the one doin' the clenchin'

I came up in the 'Ville, so I'm good when it's tension
He still doin' shows, but fell off like the Simpsons
Your first shit was classic, your last shit was tragic
Your second shit put niggas to sleep, but they gassed it
Your third shit was massive and that was your prime
I was trailin' right behind and I just now hit mine
Now I'm front of the line with a comfortable lead
How ironic, soon as I got it, now he want somethin' with me
Well, he caught me at the perfect time, jump up and see
Boy, I got here off of bars, not no controversy
Funny thing about it, bitch, I don't even want the prestige
F*ck the Grammys 'cause them crackers ain't never done nothin' for me, ho
Slugs took my nigga's soul, drugs took another one
The rap beef ain't realer than the shit I seen in Cumberland
He averagin' one hard verse like every thirty months or somethin'
If he wasn't dissin', then we wouldn't be discussin' him
Lord, don't make me have to smoke this nigga 'cause I f*ck with him
But push come to shove, on this mic, I will humble him
I'm Nino with this thing, this that New Jack City meme
Yeah, I'm aimin' at G-Money, cryin' tears before I bust at him

Light work like it's PWC
It's a cold world, keep the heat under your seat
I got a phone call, they say that somebody dissin'
You want some attention, it come with extensions
My dog like, "Say the word," he on bullshit, he itchin'
Done put in so much work in these streets, he got pension
I told him chill out, how I look havin' henchman?
If shots get to poppin', I'm the one doin' the- (Conductor, Conductor, Conductor)

I got mixed feelings 'bout these f*ckin' rap niggas
It's over for that cap, we official cap peelers
Two-six, we don't at niggas, we get at niggas
Shoot a nigga lights out, yeah, my dogs stat fillers
Stat stuffers, triple-double, get your ass black duffled
Body bag, body bag, body bag
Cole World your instructor for Pilates class
Get a nigga stretched if I feel the disrespect, uh
Your arms might be too short to box with the god
Who live his life without the pressures of a constant facade
I pray for peace, but if a nigga cease these positive vibes
A Falcon 9 inside my pocket, bitch, this rocket gon' fly
Now it's poppin' outside like the top of July
My text flooded with the hunger for a toxic reply
I'm hesitant, I love my brother, but I'm not gonna lie
I'm powered up for real, that shit would feel like swattin' a fly
Four albums in twelve years, nigga, I can divide
Shit, if this is what you want, I'm indulgin' in violence
Put pictures in my home, aim the chrome at your eyelids
Fly pebbles at your dome, we the Stone Temple Pilots
This is merely a warning shot to back niggas down
Back in the town where they whippin' work and traffickin' pounds
My jack jumpin' 'bout a rapper makin' blasphemous sounds
Switchin' sides like the tassel on the cap and the gown
I'm fully loaded, nigga, I can drop two classics right now

Hah, let me chill out, man (Conductor)
The Fall Off on the way, nigga