作曲 : J. Cole [Intro] Yeah, The Warm Up Lemme stretch out Yeah
[Verse 1] They say I'm the down south Nas, the east coast Pac The Carolina Andre, the Fayettenam Kanye So join it, can't beat it, to all the nonbelievers If you missed it, I'll repeat it, I'm the light skinned Jesus Here's my thesis for them niggas with them pieces like Reese's We ballin' while we winking at your bitch up in the bleachers She fiending just to hop up on my shit like she was featured On that piece of shit, bed keep on squeaking like some sneakers On the court, here's some lines you can snort, food for thought Here's a fork, no pork, damn it, keep it pure, organic What's the score? Lord, it's a blowout You niggas out here shoutin', but see me, I'm just gon' show out Bitch, it's destiny, no doubt, niggas testing me more but I'm sure Look homie I know my shit can give a tour of the sewer I'm bored, this shit is simple, on instrumentals I'm Kimbo Slicing on any tempo, I'm busting like many pimples on the temple Go hard like I just seen some nipples on Beyonce No disrespect to Hov, but if I didn't I'd be beyond gay Almost erased them lines but in the end I chose to keep 'em 'Cause if I said it, I really, I really I really mean it, yeah
[Interlude] And that's just a Warm Up baby Lemme give it to 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, look, nigga
[Verse 2] I rep my city in your city Just to let you niggas know just where I'm comin from Ville' nigga troublesome Gats all around niggas waist like a cummerbund Leave you leakin' 'til the plumber come Still we ain't running from no man Look bitch I'm hot enough to melt a snowman Ey pack your bags mama we gettin the **** up outta Po' land Cause I'm programmed for the dough While you hold hands with a ho You ain't got no chance when I flow Bitch I was a grown man when I was four Boy, so sit your ass down You lookin at the class clown Slash valedictorian, slash hoopin nigga best dressed Back in school you was just a stupid nigga And now you're rappin all you talk bout your Coupe is sicker Your top is dropped but the cops is out here shootin niggas Stupid nigga, see me I rather tell the truth to niggas You out here stuntin, niggas is out here frontin Nigga you good for nothin I'm freestylin coming off the dome Bitch Macaulay Culkin Home Alone I don't even know why I said that And bitch I get bread that's enormous Ya'll niggas on my dick man I'm dormant That means I'm on the low, that means I'm on your ho That means I'm about this dough Nigga I'm coming off the dome Bitch I'm I'll all the way to the chromosomes in my body Bitch get hit with a 12-gauge shotty No Maserati, driving like Mr Cosby Nigga know I'm coming through I got the sicker flow I've hit them mother****in niggas with that Nigga know that drunk shit I'll shit Comin through I spill shit like whoops, bitch You need to read a book bitch
(Fade Out with J. Cole still rapping)
作曲 : J. Cole [Intro] Yeah, The Warm Up Lemme stretch out Yeah
[Verse 1] They say I'm the down south Nas, the east coast Pac The Carolina Andre, the Fayettenam Kanye So join it, can't beat it, to all the nonbelievers If you missed it, I'll repeat it, I'm the light skinned Jesus Here's my thesis for them niggas with them pieces like Reese's We ballin' while we winking at your bitch up in the bleachers She fiending just to hop up on my shit like she was featured On that piece of shit, bed keep on squeaking like some sneakers On the court, here's some lines you can snort, food for thought Here's a fork, no pork, damn it, keep it pure, organic What's the score? Lord, it's a blowout You niggas out here shoutin', but see me, I'm just gon' show out Bitch, it's destiny, no doubt, niggas testing me more but I'm sure Look homie I know my shit can give a tour of the sewer I'm bored, this shit is simple, on instrumentals I'm Kimbo Slicing on any tempo, I'm busting like many pimples on the temple Go hard like I just seen some nipples on Beyonce No disrespect to Hov, but if I didn't I'd be beyond gay Almost erased them lines but in the end I chose to keep 'em 'Cause if I said it, I really, I really I really mean it, yeah
[Interlude] And that's just a Warm Up baby Lemme give it to 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, look, nigga
[Verse 2] I rep my city in your city Just to let you niggas know just where I'm comin from Ville' nigga troublesome Gats all around niggas waist like a cummerbund Leave you leakin' 'til the plumber come Still we ain't running from no man Look bitch I'm hot enough to melt a snowman Ey pack your bags mama we gettin the **** up outta Po' land Cause I'm programmed for the dough While you hold hands with a ho You ain't got no chance when I flow Bitch I was a grown man when I was four Boy, so sit your ass down You lookin at the class clown Slash valedictorian, slash hoopin nigga best dressed Back in school you was just a stupid nigga And now you're rappin all you talk bout your Coupe is sicker Your top is dropped but the cops is out here shootin niggas Stupid nigga, see me I rather tell the truth to niggas You out here stuntin, niggas is out here frontin Nigga you good for nothin I'm freestylin coming off the dome Bitch Macaulay Culkin Home Alone I don't even know why I said that And bitch I get bread that's enormous Ya'll niggas on my dick man I'm dormant That means I'm on the low, that means I'm on your ho That means I'm about this dough Nigga I'm coming off the dome Bitch I'm I'll all the way to the chromosomes in my body Bitch get hit with a 12-gauge shotty No Maserati, driving like Mr Cosby Nigga know I'm coming through I got the sicker flow I've hit them mother****in niggas with that Nigga know that drunk shit I'll shit Comin through I spill shit like whoops, bitch You need to read a book bitch
