Lyricist : J. Cole/Cam'ron

Composer : J. Cole/Cam'ron

Yes (Woah, yeah), Freefalls boy (Yeah, you already know on a Tuesday, fly to uh—)

**** with me, Harlem (Yeah, got my—)

I promised niggas

I guarantee it, I put my stamp of ****in' authenticity

Nigga ain't no nigga better than me on this planet I swear to god

Bitch I'm on my shit again

I don't be sittin' around thinkin' of what I coulda been

I'ma do it now, I told my momma I'll do her proud

I do what I what, you niggas do what you allowed

My dog blew the loud into a cloud

Your verses hangin' so of course your trainer threw in towels

Cole World, I got too much style

Designer or not, I just your bitch with no line-up and Crocs

Where I'm from, fiends line up for rocks

Young niggas line up for Glocks

Talk slick, one-shot, aw shit, forensics outlinin' your socks

Poor decision, mortician, out pinin' your box

Raw pigeon, caught fishin', there's Chappelle's on the block

You think your 'bout to get this shit over-the-counter, your not

Ain't no perscription for this shit, you can't just dallop the dock

My nigga Wicked with the wrist, he whipped it out of a pot

From a Prada to rock solid, the counter to crawfish

You ain't gotta sell the shit no more, I got it on lock I told him

Woo, shit, nigga

I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot

Cole never snooze, won't even stop my alarm clock

Shot the Ryan Coupe, that shit was scarier view

'Cause a nigga's worst fear is getting stopped by the wrong cop, uh

Or gettin' shot on the wrong block

That's why nigga's keep the chrome cocked, my pones cocked

Home's in three different timezones, it won't stop

Olympic level divin', bitch, I promise I won't flock, uh

This how it feels to be on top

I used to see fiends lookin' for crack like they phone droppin'

So **** what you talkin' 'bout, I aim for the stars and hit, shit was a long shot

I'm trying to get more bread than Patrick Mahomes got

Short-term vision, ain't gonna get you the long gots

Field nigga, used to cash the check at the pawn shop

My second worse fear is sticking my dick in the wrong thot

'Cause child support supervision has gone knock

It's crystal clear, bitch, I got the vision ya'll don't got

Yes, yes

Here we go

I'm ready, I'm ready

Been ready (Look), let's go

Homie thought he caught up a peculiar interceptor

[?] it all, I wasn't disrespecting her

But I stood my ground, I wasn't with all the begging her

Knowing that I'm flee, or nothing I do is regular (Matter fact)

Matter fact, dude, he regular, on the regular

With the trapmens, robbers, next day I hit the Senators

What that do with us? Can you move with us

You see my

Then hit the stu' with us

You see my crew boo, yeah, it's only a few of us

Sure you gettin' money honey? Now that'll make two of us

Thinkin' what I'm supposed to get, not all, most of it

Paper tax, bottom tax, no tack, you know I'm in

I don't know if you people noticed it

But niggas had to give me 6-feet before the COVID

Or he'll be 6-feet deep like when I unload the clip (Baow)

Early birdin' it, can of worms, you opened it (True story)

Go head hittin' on girl, still make her toes curl

Killer Cam', and Cole World, you niggas ready?

Yes