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PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Billa Joints
Billa Joints
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Mez
Mez
Mixing Engineer
Kuldeep
Kuldeep
Recording Engineer

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Are you guys ready to party tonight? Are you sure? (Yeah) I'm fuckin' with you, right? Okay Ladies and gentlemen 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 fuckin' 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 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 G.O.A.T 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-
Writer(s): J. Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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