[Hook]
I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
I said liquor all in my breath, b****** all in my sight
I said real n***** trying to f***, f*** n***** wanna fight
I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life
[Verse 1]
Yeah, god flow
Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso
n***** say I live fast, die young, so I drive slow
And pray I die old
In the drop with the top low
Met a bad b**** from Chicago, my hat wasn't c***ed, yo
Kept it straight, s***, cause y'all know
And if not, you'll learn how them n***** in the Chi go
I ain't f*** her, but I'm thinking 'bout it
My n***** say why you gotta think about it?
The b**** want too much, hit my phone too much
If I gotta be frank about it, ain't worth the stress
First the text, then the draws, see first the s**
Then it's calls cause the bird's obsessed
Want flowers, cards, and the purses next
Nah, b**** can't get a dollar
Cole on Twitter, b**** can't get a follow
Can get a nut, heard "Can't Get Enough"
Now she f*** a n**** thinkin' that she may hit the lotto
No way, Jose
Could write a book called, "The Things Hoes Say"
Show a lot of love to my sisters though
But these b****** so predictable
I'm in trouble
Getting to the promised land
You don't want problems, I promise, man
I take you to the promise land'll
You don't want problems, I promise, man
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
And I'm going back to school
Only for the hoes and a class or two
Young bad b**** made the pastor drool
Everybody sweat her like Catholic school
Sat next to her in the back of the class
Cheated off of her test and I'm grabbing her a**
She like "Don't you know this s*** already?
n****, ain't you rich already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as s***
Hanging 'round these rappers cause they dumb as s***
But I'm back on track, jumpshot wasn't that good
Couldn't sell crack but I rap good
That's one stereotype
Know a lot of n***** that'll marry your type
Bad b**** with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya
I'm Koopa, I never been the Mario type
No saving hoes
I ain't fooled cause a lot of cool b****** that a n**** went to school with is major hoes
And theirs mans don't know, mans don't know, fa show
Had a n****'s baby, little mans don"t know
Mama, was a freak, got it in on the low
12 years later when my song come on, he ask
"Mama, did you f*** J. Cole?"
Whoa
[Hook]
I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
I said liquor all in my breath, b****** all in my sight
I said real n***** trying to f***, f*** n***** wanna fight
I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life
[Verse 1]
Yeah, god flow
Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso
n***** say I live fast, die young, so I drive slow
And pray I die old
In the drop with the top low
Met a bad b**** from Chicago, my hat wasn't c***ed, yo
Kept it straight, s***, cause y'all know
And if not, you'll learn how them n***** in the Chi go
I ain't f*** her, but I'm thinking 'bout it
My n***** say why you gotta think about it?
The b**** want too much, hit my phone too much
If I gotta be frank about it, ain't worth the stress
First the text, then the draws, see first the s**
Then it's calls cause the bird's obsessed
Want flowers, cards, and the purses next
Nah, b**** can't get a dollar
Cole on Twitter, b**** can't get a follow
Can get a nut, heard "Can't Get Enough"
Now she f*** a n**** thinkin' that she may hit the lotto
No way, Jose
Could write a book called, "The Things Hoes Say"
Show a lot of love to my sisters though
But these b****** so predictable
I'm in trouble
Getting to the promised land
You don't want problems, I promise, man
I take you to the promise land'll
You don't want problems, I promise, man
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
And I'm going back to school
Only for the hoes and a class or two
Young bad b**** made the pastor drool
Everybody sweat her like Catholic school
Sat next to her in the back of the class
Cheated off of her test and I'm grabbing her a**
She like "Don't you know this s*** already?
n****, ain't you rich already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as s***
Hanging 'round these rappers cause they dumb as s***
But I'm back on track, jumpshot wasn't that good
Couldn't sell crack but I rap good
That's one stereotype
Know a lot of n***** that'll marry your type
Bad b**** with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya
I'm Koopa, I never been the Mario type
No saving hoes
I ain't fooled cause a lot of cool b****** that a n**** went to school with is major hoes
And theirs mans don't know, mans don't know, fa show
Had a n****'s baby, little mans don"t know
Mama, was a freak, got it in on the low
12 years later when my song come on, he ask
"Mama, did you f*** J. Cole?"
Whoa
[Hook]