Holdin' my daughter in the booth Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley tryin' to find a roof Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop Blow the smoke out to your memory and toast to Eminem Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy But that was cool cause I was just there for the energy Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my hennessy First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills Cause I threw up my dukes when California was at a stand still But hope ain't lost cause Dr. Dre the man still Had faith in me, knew I had heat like an anvil Ran through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill And I ain't lost the hunger, I'm eatin' out the can still Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world right now I know they listenin' like This young nigga be killin' this shit Hip-hop is life's ciroc I'm 'bout to drop a pill in this shit Let's go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call nigga Stunna, whattup blood? "Whattup blood? What's poppin' my nigga? Look, I know this the last one after this it's straight Cash Money, my nigga So, it's YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let's get it poppin'" Rich game ? One hunnid Suwoo New coupe, remove roof I'm from where niggas'll do your bitch and bitch niggas'll do you Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and run a chu-chu We puttin' on magnums, taggin' that wagon, some of these birds kookoo And murder is what I do to These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz The whole world know what I do to Dre's shit Niggas know I'm classic, I ain't even gotta say shit Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin' Whether it's me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can't fuck with Jayceon So let's go Laa, da da da dup da ah Thought you love me before I'm glad? Every hood needs an anthem Laa, da da da dup da ah Winning comes with a price No matter how hard you try Can't buy freedom We're far from being free Yea we're far from being free We're far from free Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be deceased Niggas saying I'm underrated Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with So Los Angeles King is sort of an understatement Let me find a gun up here, [when?] I leave you niggas under pavement Tell 'em they rent's due, pay up or get cement shoes All this dope be around, you act like I ain't lean on that fence too But now you up here and bitches and cars is what I'm into You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that French shoe I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a ginsu My album like a 'Rari, a lot of dope features Glad you bought it, now sit back and just blow reefer I know the concept behind it is gon' reach ya Now turn this mufucka up and blow speakers Ladies and gentleman I would like to introduce to you An incredible gentleman He goes by the name Elijah Blake Let's go Laa, da da da dup da ah Thought you love me before I'm glad? Every hood needs an anthem Laa, da da da dup da ah Winning comes with a price No matter how hard you try Can't buy freedom We're far from being free Yea we're far from being free We're far from free And last but definitely not least I wanna send a special shout out, to my nigga James Harden Another Los Angeles nigga carrying rockets Ballin' on you bitches

You haters ain't real I think you need to stop pretending These haters ain't ill And we know the deal You haters ain't on Here today and the next you're gone 'Cause you haters ain't real We know the deal (yeah) Yeah, we know the deal 87 strip walker, I'm a shit talker Fuck all night, yo, depending what I'm off of I had a white girl I tossed her, black girl I lost her Bake bread with the stones, I'm the Rock of Gibraltar Salt of the Earth for what it's worth yo from birth I was first with a verse, live niggas don't rehearse Wear the profits on the shirt, yeah, yeah that's decree I can give a fuck if it's real or a weave I tell you when you look good and keep it right there I'm as important to the shy as my nigga Mike Air Jordan three's on the feet as we breeze down lake shore These are the days that we bake more to make more I've been living in the moment lately It's like the love and the hate seem to motivate me Lady, lady, that body crazy You've been working out of this thing If you're not, tell me if you're really real You haters ain't real I think you need to stop pretending These haters ain't ill We know the deal (you know, you know) You haters ain't on (on) Here today and the next you're gone 'Cause you haters ain't real (you know, you know) We know the deal (we know, we know) Yeah, we know the deal I'm the sole controller, opposite of sober Flow from the south side to south Angola Mami wanna strip, then yeah, I'ma poke her And go all in and stretch it out like yoga I'm flexing, sexing, oiled up like Texas Survivor, soldier, a child is destined A star is born in a Chicago storm The name is Common, I'm anything but the norm, uh Six in the morning, something warm informing I'm sweating like I'm performing on tour and uh Y'all fucking with this like porn Put your fists up, 'cause you know I ride on New planes and plateaus, made it through the black hole I rhyme in a timeless capsule, I rap for Niggas in the barber shops and broads that's hot I run the town, I'm a fucking juggernaut This shit is real You haters ain't real I think you need to stop pretending These haters ain't ill And we know the deal (you know, you know) You haters ain't on (on) Here today and the next you're gone 'Cause you haters ain't real (you know, you know) We know the deal (we know, we know) You haters ain't real I think you need to stop pretending These haters ain't ill And we know the deal (you know, you know) You haters ain't on (on) Here today and the next you're gone 'Cause you haters ain't real (you know, you know) We know the deal (we know, we know) Yeah, we know the deal

Girl you single tonight With some shit ya ain't like Bout that nigga that was luving ya just the otha night You've been working all week Know it's hard on yo feet Let me take some of that stress up off ya, come lay with me Ya know what's up, pour anotha cup Let that liquor hold yo sentence, why ya got to talk so much? Not tryin' to fuss, but I'm in a rush See ya moving at me lips but not on this so if ya ain't saying much Tried to be polite, but you ain't actin' right Sit yo pretty ass on this bed, make a v shape with yo legs That's it, that's it! I just want to get fucked up With ya, with ya (oh yeah) with ya I just want to get fucked up With ya, with ya (oh yeah) I do I just want to get fucked up I already, already, already know I just want to get fucked up I already, already, already know I just want to get fucked up I admit it, I admit it when I said I came to kick it Girl I was lyin' I got so damn carried away There's nothin' left that I can say I want you now, I need you now I gotta hit that shit somehow, somehow I gotta hit that shit somehow, right now (Bridge x2) I just want you in me deep So deep

I think it's gonna be a hell of a night, hmm A hell of a night So we could do whatever you like, hey Hey It took me all day to find some inspiration It just hit me like a ton of bricks, no renovation Problem with the game now, there ain't no innovation I see my shit all in your shit, we call that imitation And they say that's flattering, but I ain't flattered at all Matter fact y'all need to practice that more See my man Nate asked me if I gained weight I said, "Nah, my pockets got fatter, that's all" Money was an issue, but now that that's solved I ball, I ball, like Kobe in the fall Put trophies on wall, rather trophies on my mantle Dog my shows be off the handle, take the proceeds go to gamble Ha! Bet it on black and pray, I quadruple my salary If I win, maybe then I could pay Sallie Mae Told her I be dealin' with some real-life shit She be askin' when?, bitch! When I feel like it Cole World, Cole life, cold-blooded I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin' at me How that feel? Very happy! Hey, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here, hey Uh, turn up the 808's for me Back when I was starvin' no one made a plate for me Now I do it big and that's my day-to-day story I got the type of shit that make a hater say sorry Bitch, I made this in the crib, watchin' Belly Eatin' peanut butter jelly, what the fuck the niggas tell me They say I'm takin' long, I tell 'em patience is a virtue I'm goin' all out and bitch I never had a curfew See, when you're spittin' so real Suddenly these phony niggas lose they appeal Got 'em feelin' like my niggas when they lose, they appeal Then it's back to the cell, back to the hell At times, I watch the news and see they talkin' 'bout diplomacy And they ain't got a clue my niggas ain't got they diplomas, see Rappers show me love, I wonder what it could be I think they scared of me, and they should be Cole World, Cole life, cold-blooded I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin' at me How that feel? Very happy! Hey, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here, hey Okay, we outta here I think it's safe to say we outta here We outta here I think it's safe to say we outta here I think it's gonna be a hell of a night, hmm A hell of a night So we could do whatever you like, hey

I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it Ayy, baby, I'ma take it low I'm on my night job, my niggas riding my city understand us See a hundred bandits, each put a hundred bands up They can't call us bandits no more Same hood, same corner store But them same old hoes ain't wearing panties no more I'm on my night job, slim waist with them fat thighs Never been baptized, but she soak me all in her holy water I'm one of five, she the only daughter She ain't used to sharing, I ain't used to caring Let's play truth or dare 'Cause lately my lifestyle's like dynamite I'ma go lights out, Black Dynamite Smoke one, that I might I'm on my night job, always knew how to play these cards of mine Fuck rap, we seen harder times Jump back like Vinny Carter prime I'm on mine I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it Aye, baby, I'ma take it low I'm on my night job, y'all niggas jivin', I'm back up in position Earnhardt, I'ma catch some nigga slippin' Burn hard on a track and get to whippin' I'm on my night job, why is it always blacks that get detention? For my nigga with the pass to get the flip in Boy that trap is a accurate description I'm on my night job, finally got Bassy off the corner '010 niggas thought he was a gonner He ducked shots, now it's "Bas, we gotta phone her" I'm on my night job, flew the posse out to Rome and Won't tell you 'bout no Basquiats don't want 'em Nigga word to Selassie, I'm zonin' I'm on my night job Got old niggas tryna bite 'cause they can't capture The feeling from days 'fore the game passed 'em Niggas out here lookin' like a bunch of Dame Dash's Nicorette, that's patchwork That ain't better than your last work Cigarette, let the ash burn Omen said don't worry 'bout the last word I'ma hit the gas swerve on 'em, skrrr Too high to riot, that's my best excuse for being lazy Being an artist, that's the best excuse for being crazy I've been so infatuated, went to Clark and graduated Now she on my FaceTime and, my nigga, she just masturbated Fuck a album release party, I'm out in the streets, shawty How many rappers I killed? Counted at least 40 Nah, I ain't God, but shawty down on her knees for me I'm horny like that Coltrane album A Love Supreme, that's Cole fav' album Lately, I've been dancing like a Soul Train album Lately, silly making songs talkin' 'bout how they hate me They've been loving me this whole time My only adversary was my own mind Killed my ego now I'm snappin' like it's '09 With a gold mine of inspiration for y'all Fuck your co-sign, that nigga can't fuck with Cole neither Don't ask for a feature, we bring a whole liter of ether to eat ya We gotta heat for niggas, keep reachin' If these bullets was heat-seeking they wouldn't even reach you niggas I'm on my

That girl walks into a party Looking like a million in a dress from Target The reason why every head in the whole room turns That's her Red light little white Honda Strawberry blonde that she got from her mama Blowing out the wind and then she's gone in a beautiful blur That was her That cheap box wine, she's drinking it Friday night, she's bringing it Old school song, she's singing it Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her That lights down, hair down heart attack Yeah, that's her, oh but that How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger, that's me Just lucky to be with her That girl at the concert dancing Clapping with her flip-flops, feet in the grass Yeah, the only band anybody's watching is the one on her shirt That's her That girl that girls wanna hate All the boys wanna date They can't 'cause I ain't Never ever gonna give her a reason to leave 'Cause all I need is her That cheap box wine, she's drinking it Friday night, she's bringing it Old school song, she's singing it Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her That lights down, hair down heart attack Yeah, that's her, oh but that How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger, that's me Just lucky to be with her Right here Her lipstick on the rim of my bed Even the stars of the night this clear Ain't falling like I'm falling for her, yeah That cheap box wine, she's drinking it Friday night, she's bringing it Old school song, she's singing it Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her That lights down, hair down heart attack Yeah, that's her, oh but that How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger, that's me Just lucky to be with her Yeah, I'm just lucky to be with her I'm talking 'bout that girl Yeah, that's her