[Intro: jay-z]
There's a ^!$$% right now somewhere
He at the table with a bowl of apple jacks

And he's reading the back of the cereal
And in between the apple jacks he's writing some %#@!
And he wants my spot

I'mma find him though, I'mma sign him...
I don't want no problems


[Verse 1: j. cole]
Like we always do at this time, cole blowin' your mind
Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was $$#igned

Took my time, crept from behind
And I opened up your blinds, rise and shine!
Cole world, same ^!$$% used to drive around with yo girl

In my mama's civic, now I'm our here tryna get it
I ain't like you lame $$# ^!$$%s, boy I spit it how I live it
So when you see me in the streets, man I ain't got a mimic

Cause I ain't got an image to uphold, this real %#@!
I ain't got a gimmick I just flow and ^!$$%s went nuts for
The boy that set fire to the booth

In a game full of liars it turns out that I'm the truth
Some say that raps alive, it turns out that I'm the proof
Cuz the ones y'all thought would save the day can't even tie my boots

The ones y'all thought could hang with me can't even tie my noose
Let these words be my bullets ^!$$%, I don't rhyme I shoot
Bang!


[Hook - j cole]
Where the $#&@ I went?

I pray to the lord, my soul to take

[Verse 2: j. cole]

Lord I been dreamin' bout the paper, get rich fore I see my life caper
Hope my mama get to see jamaica before she meet her maker
Our hoop was never good enough to ever be a laker

But these words I record got me ballin', jordan
More than a rapper this a natural disaster
Boy, I'm meaner than katrina mixed with gina

"shut up, cole!", this is for my ^!$$%s back home
Homes, waddup bro?
This is for the (*##$es that played me, waddup ho?

I ain't mad, it's sad, you went from bad to real bad
2 kids that don't even know their real dad
Real sad, baby girl I wish you still had it

Then maybe you could get a taste of livin' villematic
It's called stillmatic: you be talkin' about the same %#@!
That's how I feel about it, mama was a real addict

That's why I don't respect that lyin'-ass white %#@! you talkin'
Cole's plannin' funerals, you might fit the coffin


[Hook]

[Verse 3: j. cole]

Get on your job lil mane, this ain't saturday!
We in two different lanes, you can't navigate
We in wto different games, you playin' patty cake

Brother you're lame, you're shane battier
You out of shape, my mind run a mile a minute
The sky's the limit, I'm so high, I'm divin' in it

My rides is tinted', my knob's gettin' slobbed up in it
She hollerin' god, man you would've thought that god was in it
But it's just a ^!$$% god invented

The best out, foolish pride'll make you not admit it
Word, this %#@! ain't vibe ^!$$%, why you noddin' with it?
The hate in your blood can't stop your soul from vibin' with it

Now you all conflicted cause my flows is wicked
And my hoes is thicker and all of yours is pickin' me
Cause they know a star when they see a star, ^!$$%

Ain't even got to $#&@ him to know he a raw ^!$$%
I got her in my bedroom, but cheer up, ^!$$%
You saved so many hoes, you a hero ^!$$%!

Medal of honor, I'm feelin' on top like pac
When he slept with madonna
Hey, this is death before dishonor

Get arrested and forget to tell my mama
She got enough to stress about
My ^!$$%s gonna get me out
Then we hit the club with the thugs and the liquors
No criminal record but I'm makin' criminal records

Isn't it ironic? isn't it iconic?
Jacket so expensive you wouldn't even try on it
But it fit me perfect, I purchase it if I want it
The city on my shoulder, so no girl, you can't cry on it
When you make a list of the greatest aye, am I on it?

Maybe not yet but (*##$ I got the clock set
It goes tick-tock, game on lock
Sun gon' shine but the rain won't stop
Oh no!