Pink Floyd bumpin' through the windows, lyrical rap, J. Cole

Partna had two 15s in the back, wanna know if I can play my shit, though

Tryna see if it hit, boy, I was dreaming of this (Damn)

Thinking irrational, Partna was thinking so practical

****, don't trip, Mike Dimes gon' hit (I got it, I got it, I got it)

That's your dream, homie, I don't want shit

Chase your dream, I'ma chase my lick

Make your song, I'ma make my brick

I ain't even gon' trip, I forgot my stick

Only 5'8", puttin' **** in six

Can't name nothin' that **** won't fix

Boy, them eyes won't tell no lies, don't play with that boy, he is with all of it, gang

Stretchin', you stackin' up decimals, talkin' 'bout testin' (Talkin' 'bout testin' who?)

This no lie, I keep my fire

I'm lil' bro, don't touch my guys

They a hundred deep, I keep my five

We gon' see if they gon' ride

**** real until it's real, catch early trips into the sky

Cash, what I rake up

I smoke a big blunt upon the wake-up

Bad bitch, look good with no makeup

Every time we link, huh, we cake up

She got a fat ass, but the bitch got A-cups

I take a broke bitch, glow her up at Jacob's

Ass look like two basketballs taped together

I got two bitches, and they both named Heather

The pussy could be bald head, or it could have feathers

Please don't piss on my leather

I hit once, Mayweather

In-in me, that weather, please

Wrap me up like a sweater

Snakes in the grass, don't cut it (Don't cut it)

Sexual pleasure, no lovin' (No lovin')

Fine line drawin' from the real to the fake, don't be the one dude caught frontin' (On God)

Or the one dude caught stuntin' either

Or the dude Instagram crushin', leave her, she on the block

Giving the next man top, tryna find her way to the top (Get to them Benjis)

Stick to your visions, stick to your riches

Find a new way you could see it (Find a new way you could see it)

Sit and just listen, you gonna witness that bitches is really just bitches (Bitches is really just bitches)

**** is really just leaches (On God)

I practice the shit that I'm preachin' (On God)

I'm telling you this for a reason

The shit that you see is not what it seems

Fuck what you heard about the ****, bitch, I'm bigger

Vision gettin' clearer, plus I'm richer

Sittin' by myself, drinking liquor

Congratulate myself on writing scriptures

Looking at myself in the mirror like, "Damn, you really made yourself that ****"

I'ma make my way to be the greatest unless somebody finger on the trigger

Cash, what I rake up

I smoke a big blunt upon the wake-up

Bad bitch, look good with no makeup

Every time we link, huh, we cake up

She got a fat ass, but the bitch got A-cups

I take a broke bitch, glow her up at Jacob's

Ass look like two basketballs taped together

I got two bitches, and they both named Heather

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)

If you wanna see it, just wait, bae, comes to terms and conditions (Please)

So many visions, I can't stop the itching right now, but, baby, be patient

If you wanna see it, just wait, bae, comes to terms and conditions

So many visions, I can't stop the itching right now, but, baby, be patient

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)