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Poor Thang

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Poor Thang was released on February 6, 2026 by Cole World, Inc., under exclusive license to Interscope Records. as a part of the album The Fall-Off

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

J. Cole

Vocals

Steve Bilodeau

Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

J. Cole

Songwriter

Steve Bilodeau

Songwriter

Damon Coleman

Songwriter

Tyler Williams

Songwriter

Michael Holmes

Songwriter

Kelvin Wooten

Songwriter

Bunny Sigler

Songwriter

Phillip Hurtt

Songwriter

Jeremy Allen

Songwriter

Torence Hatch

Songwriter

M. Roach

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

J. Cole

Producer

Omen

Additional Producer

T-Minus

Additional Producer

DZL

Additional Producer

Wu10

Additional Producer

Lou Carrao

Assistant Recording Engineer

Kuldeep Chudasama

Kuldeep Chudasama

Recording Engineer

Juro "Mez" Davis

Juro "Mez" Davis

Mixing Engineer

Joe LaPorta

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

So close

[Chorus]

Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love, but he only made more pain

Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love, but he only made more pain

[Verse 1]

Picture my soul climbin' out an infinite hole

Where **** die over pride and live for the dough

If I survive, then I'll strive to hit with the flow

Hopin' these waves will pave, but the ripples is slow

And I'm conflicted with no digits to show

But fantasies of frivolous hoes grippin' this pole, the temperature's low

But you know that ain't stoppin' lil' **** from slidin' like the tires on the whip in the snow

Vicious for sure, I'm tiptoein' around the abyss with sticks blowin'

Piss poor with intentions to glimpse the wrist glowin', face tense from rent owin'

Fist clenched when **** diss, but since knowin'

Lives expire when **** pride gets higher

Than the vocal range inside Mariah's vocal chain, uh

My road to fame is rife with spikes and broken lanes

And tolls I can't afford, but I won't complain

I know the more I gotta struggle is the more I gain

Post-traumatic stress on an immature brain

Leaves another corpse, young pup playin' war games

Now he's handcuffed, old lady sayin', "Poor thing"

[Chorus]

Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love, but he only made more pain

Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love, but he only made more pain

[Bridge]

You wanna talk shit? You wanna run your mouth?

You want some gangsters front your motherfuckin' house?

We'll set this bitch off, yeah, set this bitch off

We'll set this bitch off, set this bitch off

You wanna—

[Verse 2]

Here go a song that gets this shit off of my sternum

This **** back home been talkin' slick and I done heard him

You get your name goin', **** like that gon' throw they dirt on

You make you some coins, **** gon' act like you ain't earn 'em

He talk like he live, but I remember him from high school

Man, deep down inside, know he a bitch, I wanna hurt him

I know that's my pride, I carry it just like a burden

When egos is flared, beware, that's when they close your curtain (Put your hands up)

That's when they close your curtain (Put your motherfu— chill, ****)

That's when they close your curtain (Really gon' pull out a gun, ****? Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill)

That's when they close your curtain (Really gon' pull out a gun, ****? You gon' shoot me?)

That's when they, uh (No, no, no)

[Refrain]

Don't pull out no pistol, run me my fade

Come get your issue, no one gets sprayed

Win or you lose, live to fight another day

And if I take a L, I won't feel no way

[Verse 3]

Plenty nights a **** didn't eat, punk bitch

Rent owed, damn near was on the street, punk bitch

Weren't no Western Unions from you when I needed, punk bitch

All a sudden, I'm buzzin', oh, now it's beef, punk bitch?

Go on and pop off, get fucked 'bout your mystique, punk bitch

I knew you way before you was actin' street, punk bitch

Started rollin' with **** that's packin' heat, punk bitch

You more like me than them ****, you still a geek, punk bitch

You can't hide it with tattoos on your physique, punk bitch

And that lingo you added to how you speak, punk bitch

And you grew up with both your parents to teach, punk bitch

So how the fuck all a sudden you turnin' G, punk bitch?

You a slave to the peer pressure, you're weak, punk bitch

You ain't claimin' no real section, your street wasn't lit

Man, your shit look like mine, with hella tree trunks, bitch

Moved to Forest Hill Drive and it was peace for a bit

Till domestic turned violent, then a key just switched

In the back of my mind, I gotta be somethin', bitch

That's when I started rhymin' and makin' beats, son of a bitch

Way before you was lyin' 'bout touchin' keys, son of a bitch

Heard you say I ain't real, that's your belief, huh, bitch?

Well, look, I'm back in the 'Ville, so we can see, punk bitch

Go on and shoot me the fair one when we meet, punk bitch

And don't be bringin' no hammers, nah, don't cheat, punk bitch (Ayo)

Nah, don't cheat, punk bitch

Tried to lean on that shit, ****, I want my fuckin' head up, bitch ('Cause I've been through worser things)

Punk bitch (For real)

Punk bitch (Huh)

[Chorus]

Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love, but he only made more pain

Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love, but he only made more pain

[Refrain]

Don't pull out no pistol, run me my fade

Come get your issue, no one gets sprayed

Win or you lose, live to fight another day

And if I take a L, I won't feel no way

'Cause I've been through worser things

[Outro]

Hey, what's up? Hey, what's up?

Hey, what's up?

Yo, what's good?

Hey

Hey, what's up? What's up, how you been?

Nah, fuck

Your call has been forwarded to voicemail

The person you're trying to rea—

Fuck

Written by: Bunny Sigler, Damon Coleman, J. Cole, Jeremy Allen, Kelvin Wooten, M. Roach, Michael Holmes, Phillip Hurtt, Steve Bilodeau, Torence Hatch, Tyler Williams

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