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[J. Cole]
I gotta ask Jake One for the beat though
I don’t know if he’ll be cool with lettin’ ...
I don’t know man it’s really some album shit
Takin it up

Yeah winter schemes for my summer dreams
Winning seems to become my routine, It’s my thing
Underdog, never under yall
I touch down in your city like a hundred yard
Dash, never punt at all
Last thing I need is four downs
My baddest just graduated from Georgetown
Grad school, cause a nigga like em grown up
Im seeing rappers one the road noone is showing up
I feel partially to blame i’ll own up
I’m sorry, brand new Ferrari
But really though im frontin
Dont really mind discussin
That Bugatti in that Beyonce video was just for stuntin
Scared to mash the gas
Cause if I fucked around and crashed
That would have been my ass
That whip is ’bout a million cash (million cash?)
And dog i just got rich
How you gonna take a million from me,dog? I just got this
Came a long way from that weak ass advance
Was in the Honda on that LIE passing fans
Wasn’t about the money then cause he had the chance
Built it from the ground up, no hit singles
Just a lot of fucking gifts, nigga, no Kris Kringle
Cole
I’m the reason that your old bitch single
Gave her dick made her whole shit tingle ya won't feel me?
Born Sinner got this diamond chain gon’ heal me
Lord let me kill the game and pray the game don’t kill me
More time before I die bitch believe that
These rappers rich as fuck but don’t know where their C’s at
It’s a shame, niggas lame, this is fame for ya
I gotta be the only one that didn’t change for ya
I saw ya sortin through trash and brought change for ya
Open up their lane, do I gotta say names for ya?
And I ain’t even flexin’
Plottin on that Warm Up 2, I’m just stretchin’
Fourth quarter, so much due but fuck stressin’
I just step into the ring
and do my mothafuckin thing (my mo’fuckin thing)
Fourth quarter, so much due but fuck stressin’
I just step into the ring
and do my mothafuckin thing (my mo’fuckin thing)
Wale kill these niggas man

[Wale]
Ugh, ugh
Wooo! Gifted, yeah
Spring cleaners but I’m Winter frigid
And with this summer album got me bookin’ all them bitches
To ball with bitches, my parking garage is official
Boy I play with foreigns and I feel just like Kawhi Leonard
God givin’ talent, mama gave me passion
Got me ah Rihanna feature ya’ll should see my demographics
Copy us, dap me up, rappin niggas got me fucked
Half these niggas is carbon copied,
fakin’ a nigga be redundant right?
I’m just tryna shed a bunch of light
In a country where niggas follow models in hype
You know? trends and that shit
Niggas wearin’ leather down in a hundred and ten
Just a classic ass nigga rappin’ circles ’round
these squares outta shape
And I ain't trippin’
Shoe game prolific, the shoe blow a ticket is wrong
Simmons my riches Richard Simmons go Google their differences out
Maneuver the industry if yous was against me I ride
With shooters and but truthfully tryna get loot out of Disney I’m high
I’m trippin, I’m fried forgive me thats Rari with me
A Cole world if I didn't slide by your chimney, we Gifted
Tryna distribute but a lot has been given me listen
Its some of bars and synagogue to a God thats a .. dig it
As lames is Terrence these lames can't contain their words
New Slaves, we were
We were shut down, we was not proud for those things
We stood tell her bust out then bust down that chain we good
New black soul new black soul, new black soul
Ain't tootin’ my horn but I’m the new satchmo
This bitch a toot-toot with a 2Pac flow
You niggas think too slow. you peek-at-chu but I’m Picasso
Be pot do it, gotta beat mines, gotta free my quotes
Peep my boats, I’m thinkin’ more like Leon Coke
See my show, this shit look like that door knob broke
Its hoes on ho, ’bout show em bout to know like four
The P Myers replace me then I four five show
I’m just sayin’ if I dont make it I still feed my folks
Still I keep shit real, I ain't never been a sucker though
Gold albums on my ‘Brons game fuckin stupid
And I fuckin do it, new legend shit got me juiced
Do ever want problems with Folarin come find me pursuit
Remind of you time there was knowledge in music
And I do it for the niggas that promise the future
New back soul, new black soul, new black soul
And any bitches that got me twisted only grew my fro
Ha! and its like that right? right?
And its like, that, right? right?
Gifted!

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