Throw It Up J. Cole

[Intro]
Yeah yeah, uh yeah
Yeah yeah
Carolina, nigga
Fayettenam, nigga
Yeah

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
This is for them street niggas to them deep niggas
Them politics, them geek niggas
To them freak bitches that swallow dick, it's real
Or them sheep niggas in Prada shit and still
Even them bleak niggas without a cent could feel
I never sleep nigga, I gotta get them mills
I never cheat nigga, my heart is with the Ville
When niggas greet niggas with hollow tips, but chill
You'll never reach nigga, I got an itch to kill
Word, a nigga bringing heat to the third
My shit in every street, like the curb
So bitches wanna meet 'cause I'm deep with my words
So them niggas wanna peep like a perv
But peep game
Before they start saying "he changed"
A real nigga can never forget where he came
So if I'm up in Carolina kicking deep game
Or if I'm riding through Queens like the E-train
I throw it up!
Yeah