作曲 : J. Cole [Intro] (Coast to Coast Instrumentals) I don't know what the hell that is Should have just called Puff for the ****ing instrumental **** it, no time for that boy! Cole World
[Verse 1] They say we living in troubled times Aye, do you see the trouble signs? Aye, lifes a bitch, and I'm cuffing mines My dough in flipmode, what up to Busta Rhymes I used to never see green, I was colorblind Now I get my hustle on Pay dues like a hair salon My way like a Usher song Higher power where these verses from You niggas hoes, put your purses on Church, get your worship on Born alone, work alone, die alone Hot fire like Dylan Bitches get their dial on Fake niggas get dial tones I ain't no Viacom nigga I'm a fire arm, nigga Look how I alarm niggas Watch my dope pile on 'Til it's like a mile long Niggas couldn't fill my shoes Couldn't even try 'em on Showed your lil' ass look That's how you take it Two-facing niggas, couldn't tie my shoe laces, boy!
[Verse 2] That was the warm up, this is the blow up Now if you ain't talking no bread boy, ain't no need to show up Man they say I'm repping the Ville too much, but **** it, so what? When my niggas carrying toys like they don't wanna grow up When my sisters drinking like fishes and won't even throw up Let's po' up, get to' up, know the police gon' show up I slow up Some niggas ain't got no luck Some niggas can't get no love Some of 'em can't get no bucks So tell me what do a nigga do if he can't get a job? My brother got him an interview, but he can't get a ride What's up God? No this ain't no Wu-Tang shit This is my lil' fire drill, just some routine shit Just to shoot fiends with And hold 'em off a lil' longer Every verse I write I swear I'm only getting stronger Can you ponder? Imagine what my shit gon' sound like If I told you that The Warm Up was just a sound bite Damn right, believe I put it down right And I'll be sure to tell you lil' niggas what that crown like I showed you love, I brought you through I gave you pounds right? Aye, in my face, you knew your place And so you smile right? So why I'm here, and now you talking like a little girl? You sound like Whitley, nigga Me? I'm from a different world Your shit is garbage If I drop you, I'm a litterbug Busy getting money I ain't ****ing with that Twitter, girl **** what they say, wishing me harm and sorrow They here today, bet they be gone tomorrow They catching Z's on me, aye we gon' call 'em Zorro I'll let you sleep today, but it's on tomorrow Yeah, I said it's on tomorrow I'm coming for the game And I ain't talking loan or borrow Pray for the days I get cash, checks and never weary This the last stretch, I'm a half step from legendary
作曲 : J. Cole [Intro] (Coast to Coast Instrumentals) I don't know what the hell that is Should have just called Puff for the ****ing instrumental **** it, no time for that boy! Cole World
[Verse 1] They say we living in troubled times Aye, do you see the trouble signs? Aye, lifes a bitch, and I'm cuffing mines My dough in flipmode, what up to Busta Rhymes I used to never see green, I was colorblind Now I get my hustle on Pay dues like a hair salon My way like a Usher song Higher power where these verses from You niggas hoes, put your purses on Church, get your worship on Born alone, work alone, die alone Hot fire like Dylan Bitches get their dial on Fake niggas get dial tones I ain't no Viacom nigga I'm a fire arm, nigga Look how I alarm niggas Watch my dope pile on 'Til it's like a mile long Niggas couldn't fill my shoes Couldn't even try 'em on Showed your lil' ass look That's how you take it Two-facing niggas, couldn't tie my shoe laces, boy!
[Verse 2] That was the warm up, this is the blow up Now if you ain't talking no bread boy, ain't no need to show up Man they say I'm repping the Ville too much, but **** it, so what? When my niggas carrying toys like they don't wanna grow up When my sisters drinking like fishes and won't even throw up Let's po' up, get to' up, know the police gon' show up I slow up Some niggas ain't got no luck Some niggas can't get no love Some of 'em can't get no bucks So tell me what do a nigga do if he can't get a job? My brother got him an interview, but he can't get a ride What's up God? No this ain't no Wu-Tang shit This is my lil' fire drill, just some routine shit Just to shoot fiends with And hold 'em off a lil' longer Every verse I write I swear I'm only getting stronger Can you ponder? Imagine what my shit gon' sound like If I told you that The Warm Up was just a sound bite Damn right, believe I put it down right And I'll be sure to tell you lil' niggas what that crown like I showed you love, I brought you through I gave you pounds right? Aye, in my face, you knew your place And so you smile right? So why I'm here, and now you talking like a little girl? You sound like Whitley, nigga Me? I'm from a different world Your shit is garbage If I drop you, I'm a litterbug Busy getting money I ain't ****ing with that Twitter, girl **** what they say, wishing me harm and sorrow They here today, bet they be gone tomorrow They catching Z's on me, aye we gon' call 'em Zorro I'll let you sleep today, but it's on tomorrow Yeah, I said it's on tomorrow I'm coming for the game And I ain't talking loan or borrow Pray for the days I get cash, checks and never weary This the last stretch, I'm a half step from legendary
