[Intro]
Money comin' soon, n***a (DJ OnPoint)
Uh

[Verse]
I'm on the come-up, chill, n***a, don't run up
A yellow n***a finna rise and shine like the sun up (Yeah)
My mind on that paper, I ain't tryna wife a slut up (Uh)
I'm dyin' for this cake and I ain't tryna wipe a crumb up
They ride with the gun up, kill you and light the blunt up
Uh, don't shed a tear if a n***a might get done up
But just say a prayer if a n***a might confront us
'Cause his life is summed up, the medics wipe his lungs up
You comin' to the 'Ville, you gotta get a license from us
City on my back, I feel like I'm holdin' Big Pun up
No pain, no gain, my n***a, I just numb up
I blow brains, Cobain a n***a if he jump up
With no shame, don't blame a n***a if you shot up
This is cocaine on flames, baking soda and water (Woo)
And if you feel that, then I guess I sell crack, get it?
Fall back, man, a n***a feelin' crazy
Shittin' on n***as like a n***a was still a baby (Uh)
Carolina n***a, shout out to the 'Ville that raised me
So many hoes whipped, you would've thought we still in slavery
And n***as still sleepin', they feelin' lazy, uh
A killer, maybe, you make me, I will, uh
Cheat me on my scrilla, I send you to meet Dilla (Uh)
From them NC streets where the beef, they deliver
And the clip is on E 'cause your chest gotta fill up (Yeah)
While a n***a like me just gettin' head like a pillow
Bread like gorillas gettin' bred
So long as my mama and my n***as gettin' fed (Yeah)
Fuck what a n***a said, man, I'm Fayettenam bombin'
'Cause hatred is flattery, you bitch n***as is charmin'
Who the fuck you harmin'? Boy, y'all n***as is Charmin
Uh, and I'm armed and waitin' for a target
You fuckin' with the best like Carmen
Aw shit, pardon a n***a for departin'
I'm just gettin' green like a yard or a garden
A n***a finna blow while you n***as is false-alarmin'
Uh, and just think, man, I was raised on ramen (Uh-huh)
Chicken noodle soup, now I'm filet mignon-in'
I promised my mama I was comin' to make this money
And I swear I'ma to kill the n***a that try to take it from me, yeah
[Outro]
Believe that, that's real talk, n***a
It's J. Cole, n***a (Yeah, uh)
Therapist or whatever the fuck you wanna call me, it don't matter, you know? (And you know why his name's OnPoint, 'cause he on point, pussy)
I'll make y'all n***as understand, man (Yeah)
I know y'all can't believe yourself right now
You thinkin', "Yo, this n***a's from the South, nah, he can't spit
How the fuck is he so good?" (Uh)
Open your eyes, motherfucker, can you see?
N***a's on top
Yup, yup, we on top, yup
Yeah, it's me