(Intro: J.Cole)
Now do I roll up, get higher?
Or po' up, get tired?

Do I roll up, get higher?
Or po' up, get tired?


(Verse 1)
Okay, I'm back on a mission
To pay my tuition

Got loans out the $$#
What you know 'bout my past?
I was so late for class

Hit the probate, get trashed
Fell asleep off the Henny
Back in '08 I crashed

With my foot on the gas
Thank the Lord I'm still here
No insurance so now I'm racin' home on first gear

On that morn' I shed tears
Asking what I'm doing here
I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the $#&@in' flu in here

But yet I'm just chillin' like I'm back on the yard
My ^!$$%s say I'm the truth and when I rap they applaud
That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source

It's like I'm tryna get the head, but she's just jackin' me off
I needed more
Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store

Put my feet on floor
Borrow money from mi amor
Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour

She held you down, now you out here $#&@in' 'round

(Hook: J. Cole)

Now this is for my broke ^!$$%s, rich ^!$$%s (What?)
Gold diggers, Crys sippers (What?)
Cold ^!$$%, flow sicker (What?)

Mutha$#&@a, I'm a $#&@in' head bussa go
Coming down on the strip looking in the whip
Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold

Learn from me, $#&@ (*##$es, burn money
Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old
But errthing that glitter ain't gold

The grass ain't greener I've been told
She told me, you want your cake and eat it too
I said it's cake, that's what you're supposed to do


(Verse 2)
Ok my granny just died, but I'm too broke to go

And she askin my fears but she too close to know
Got trust issues I'm trying, where it come from? Don't know
I just block out the pain, blow the $#&@ up get dough

See i thought that would help me, it turns out it's worse now
My girl want her first child, my label won't work out
My mama don't see me unless I'm on TV, I pray she don't break down

She strong but she need me
They killed Saddam, now I wonder who's sane
How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne?

Old chick callin', but I'm onto new thangs
She still a dime, but I always lose change
Young Simba, went from bottom of the food chain to a few chains

In a new Range
She tellin' me so much has happened
Would've thought that you changed

We ain't $#&@ in nine months, it's safe to say I'm your man

(Hook: J. Cole)

Now this is for my broke ^!$$%s, rich ^!$$%s (What?)
Gold diggers, Crys sippers (What?)
Cold ^!$$%, flow sicker (What?)

Mutha$#&@a, I'm a $#&@in' head bussa go
Coming down on the strip looking in the whip
Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold

Learn from me, $#&@ (*##$es, burn money
Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old
But errthing that glitter ain't gold

The grass ain't greener I've been told
She told me, you want your cake and eat it too
I said it's cake, that's what you're supposed to do