by J. Cole
[Intro: J. Cole]
These niggas know
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
All men dangerous, call the law
Stick to the script, no audible
Country ass nigga with an Audemars
Can’t spell the shit but I order more
French hoes treat me like Charles De Gualle
Get good head on the Autobahn
Hit hood hoes out in Baltimore
Pack the shows like wall to wall, my God
Five steps like Drew Hill
Came home from the first tour with
Bad credit and a school bill
Middle finger to the ..
Finally famous but
Ain’t too much really change with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust
Label us notorious, that was 9-7
Saw my old teacher and she asked how I’m livin’
You ain’t on my shit, drop bitch, 9-11
Gettin’ more hoes than that nigga John Legend
Gettin’ more hoes than that nigga John Legend
Nigga you should too, if you knew
What this game would do to you
Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
Better me than you
[Bridge: J.Cole]
I must confess, I copped the chains
I hit the club, I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came home, I ain’t the same
I ain’t the same
I ain’t the same
[Hook: J.Cole]
Made a mil’ off the flow, make sure these niggas know
Made a mil’ off the flow, make sure these niggas know
[Verse 2: J.Cole]
These niggas know, who y’all nigga?
Came through the door like who y’all niggas?
Stole a nigga flow, I could sue y’all niggas
Better yet put a hot one through y’all niggas
Nah, let me stop frontin’ for y’all niggas
Don’t let the college shit fool y’all niggas
Ain’t the hardest nigga in the land
But a grown ass man, and I will step to y’all niggas
Like what’s the problem?
Ain’t gettin’ paper nigga here’s a loan
My shit long, need a hair salon
Get it cut, shut the fuck up
And wipe your face with my money ’til your tears is gone
No cryin’ ass, lyin’ ass
Can’t afford a whip, but you buyin’ ass
This Fresh Prince nigga, I ain’t Jazz
Fucked your bitch nigga I ain’t ask
She pitched it to me like Sosa (Oh God)
What the fuck was I supposed to
Deny that, rather try that, but I never fly that
Keep hoes bi-coastal
And they buy posters, ain’t shit for free
Dick the only thing that they get from me
Sit VIP, get a sip for free
Later on she’ll be sippin’ me, literally
Picture me at the tip-top
With your bitch lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
This B.I.G. nigga, this Pac
Minus six shots, but it’s still this hot
Thirty grand and thats just for the wrist watch
Hate to brag but backpack that hip hop
Bright my life make sure that the script hot and pray the kids watch
If not, these niggas know
if not these niggas know
[Bridge: J.Cole] x2
I must confess, I copped the chains
I hit the club, I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came home, I ain’t the same
I ain’t the same
I ain’t the same
[Hook: J.Cole]
Made a mil’ off the flow, make sure these niggas know
Made a mil’ off the flow, make sure these niggas know
