[Intro: Jay-Z]
There's a [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 assigned
Took my time, crept from behind
And I opened up your blinds, rise and shine!
Cole World, same [bad word] 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 [bad word] niggas, 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 [bad word] I ain't got a gimmick I just flow and niggas went nuts for
The boy that set fire to the booth
In a game full of liars it turns out that I'm the [bad word] 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 [bad word]  I don't rhyme I shoot
 Bang!

 [Hook - J Cole]
Where the [bad word] 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 niggas back home
 Homes, waddup bro ?
This is for the [bad word] 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 [bad word] That's how I feel about it, mama was a real addict
That's why I don't respect that lyin' [bad word] white [bad word] 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 [bad word] a mile a minute
The sky's the limit, I'm so high, I'm divin' in it
My rides is tinted', my [bad word] s gettin' slobbed up in it
She hollerin' God, man you would've thought that God was in it
 But its just a [bad word] God invented
The best out, foolish pride'll make you not admit it
Word, this [bad word] ain't vibe [bad word]  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, [bad word] Ain't even got to [bad word] him to know he a raw [bad word] I got her in my bedroom, but cheer up, [bad word] You saved so many hoes, you a hero [bad word] 
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 niggas 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 c