Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it

Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By a guy who was my friend, I see him now and then

But, I pretend I'm doing fine, when I'm about to lose my mind



^!$$% I grew up fast, then blew up fast
Money fallin' out my pockets I got too much cash
Can't fit nothin in her pockets she got to much $$# like God damn

Well if you must ask, we from the school from hard knocks but your crew cut class
Half white but don't think I got a klu klux past, when I'm up in the V, police be f-ckin with me
No sir no license all I got here is this f-ckin degree move along @@#!sucker ain't nothin' to see

Unless you talkin blockbusters, you ^!$$%s is not Russell, you more diggy, me I'm more biggy
No diss to the young boy I'm just rappin get bored quickly, just to make up for that line invite him on tour with me
Show him the game let him Fernago these wh0res with me, run through they doors with me, hit the rich for the night

Leave a man with 2 dikes probably change a ^!$$% life right, what up Vanessa I loved you that one semesta
Thanks to my profession I balled like uncle fester, thinkin about the board I use ta have above the dresser
Half the %#@! I wrote down I did it, its old now, got new goals, plus my money on Manute Bol

Funny how my old highs is suddenly my new lows, tired of every chick sayin' she models before she swallow
So I only f-ck with hat tricks, b!tches with a few goals
b!tches with a few goals, hat trick ^!$$%



^!$$%s keep askin me how ya feel how ya feel

Its Coleee



Look, look not even slightly interested in what ya opinion is I gotta greater purpose then a hater purpose
I'mma stack paper, hustle just to relax later, serve ^!$$%s and bring change that's a waiters purpose
Look how I made em nervous ^!$$%s is shaking I know they faking

Ok you killer right, and Mrs. Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and
Beyonce datin' and

Jesus Christ be hatin got mad love from satan
for f-ckin Sanaa Lathan
While Meagan good is waitin,

I'm the deadbeat father of your little brother,
in other words God damn I'mma bad mother $#&@er
Its Cole, its only right

I brought back the soul, y'all got way to electro,
damn near techno, halfway homo, way to metro
Hennesy XO, Cole flow special, style like

Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row, learn something boy,
grow yo $$# up, cheap ^!$$% if you was
Liquor I'd probably throw yo $$# up,

matter a fact if you was grass
I'd probably mow yo $$# up,
last call for you old ^!$$%s go and pour yo last cup

Its Cole
Cole world