[Intro]
Listen, baby
I've got news
I've got bad news for you
[Chorus: Bas]
And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
Bitches flock like TMZ every time we come outside
Called a Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside? Yeah
Hide your bitch, hide your wife, yeah
Bagged your bitch in my slide, yeah
Pray the dogs never die, yeah
Forty-two come alive, yeah
Hide your bitch, hide your wife
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
I'm allergic to cap
I can't hear these niggas rap without an EpiPen
You'll never see me in Giuseppe, I find 'em tacky, look what I'm stepping in
Some shit I designed with Italians, callin' 'em Indy 5000s
Or maybe five hundred
I kick the door down, if I want it and niggas won't let me in (Uh)
My career in a nutshell, these bums never did nothin' but fail
They gon' see I'm the one when the dust settles
They gon' see I'm the one
A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, uh, M-N-O-P
That's little me in the classroom askin', "What's L?" (Uh)
I never been known to take those
Your girl saw me and her face froze
You better be lucky I'm faithful
Please test me, I ace those
My money been growin' like eight fold, uh
But you know how I hate goals
I can't tell if they turning green from the envy, or is it the fake gold? (Uh)
I move through the street one deep, I keep forgettin' I'm J. Cole
I feel like a regular nigga, I just got a very irregular bankroll
Word to Pluma, I've been gettin' Pesos
My account like the end of a rainbow
Every time that I spit it's a flame throw
Me, Bassy, and Cench, it's NATO
Listen, baby
I've got news
I've got bad news for you
[Chorus: Bas]
And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
Bitches flock like TMZ every time we come outside
Called a Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside? Yeah
Hide your bitch, hide your wife, yeah
Bagged your bitch in my slide, yeah
Pray the dogs never die, yeah
Forty-two come alive, yeah
Hide your bitch, hide your wife
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
I'm allergic to cap
I can't hear these niggas rap without an EpiPen
You'll never see me in Giuseppe, I find 'em tacky, look what I'm stepping in
Some shit I designed with Italians, callin' 'em Indy 5000s
Or maybe five hundred
I kick the door down, if I want it and niggas won't let me in (Uh)
My career in a nutshell, these bums never did nothin' but fail
They gon' see I'm the one when the dust settles
They gon' see I'm the one
A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, uh, M-N-O-P
That's little me in the classroom askin', "What's L?" (Uh)
I never been known to take those
Your girl saw me and her face froze
You better be lucky I'm faithful
Please test me, I ace those
My money been growin' like eight fold, uh
But you know how I hate goals
I can't tell if they turning green from the envy, or is it the fake gold? (Uh)
I move through the street one deep, I keep forgettin' I'm J. Cole
I feel like a regular nigga, I just got a very irregular bankroll
Word to Pluma, I've been gettin' Pesos
My account like the end of a rainbow
Every time that I spit it's a flame throw
Me, Bassy, and Cench, it's NATO
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