[J. Cole]
It's ya n-gga, deep thinker, big drinker
late night, with ya wife in ya crib sneaker

when you out of town, and you not around
turn your $$# over like a n-gga stepped out of bounds
crowd around young'n

I got ammo and a lot of rounds coming
up in the streets where you not allowed, runnin'
got the songs (*##$es ride around hummin'

and the n-ggas stay thumpin'
and the hater's hate pumpin'
got the 808′s bumpin'

so the trunks stay thumpin'
and the n-gga get high only on occasion in
my mind too wild

damn thought weed supposed to calm you down
but I'm so high I can palm two clouds
boy look, these n-ggas quote my lines like the Lord's book

you n-ggas less rhymes more hooks
more bucks but less love
you hear them drums, ?uestlove

no Roots, I'm so truth
I used to rock sidelines like a coat suit
had to look at all them loafers, yeah them boat shoes

now I'm in the game but I wont boast to you dummy
remember n-ggas had short jokes for my money
toast to the honey's, money and the liquor

and (*##$ I don't sound like any other n-gga
with my finger on the trigger
I burn rappers like Henny on the liver

grant death wishes like a genie I'ma killer
Lord giveth and he taketh like an Indian giver
hard to keep jimmy in zipper

when you got them bad Anne Vivians with ya
Remy and weed, I got em on Pluto
I like Henny but the hoes prefer Nuvo.


[Fashawn]
Check, every time a n-gga roll,

old school (?) and it's sittin on (?)
hoes on me when I enter the door
if a n-gga wanna trip, good grip on the chrome

empty out a clip from the fifth then I'm gone
twist up a spliff, get a fifth of Patron
hate a chick who just talk sh-t on the phone


baby I'm tryna stick, give ya dicks to ya dome, sh-t
if I was you n-gga I would hate him

hot August nights I'm out there in Vegas
stuntin til time, had that patience
now it's big faces, fly vacations

alias Shawn stacks
miss shows, never call back
blowin' Dro sippin tall cats

on the low had to crawl back
n-ggas wonder if it's all raps
or it's all facts?


[Omen]
As I step in the toe like Fe fi foe

with the heat like flow and the beat typo
better rewrite yo, get your rhyming straight
get murked plus 8 like Jon and Kate

I mean it's time for the face off
hit the corner like an 8 ball
me not concentrate like adorf

no time for I had a get a day job
me on the mind you aint even on the radar
never bring it but I never been a fiend for her silly ways

so I'm tryna get the cream til I'm silly paid
couldn't put her on the team, every week another reason
thats fiend like Billy Mays

gotta grind gotta focus
gotta shine through the minds of the blind light the hopeless
never confined to the rhymes that I've chosen

moment of silence the Times gotta quote this!