[Verse 1: J. Cole]
This the [bad word] I used to roll down Lewis Street with
Lord, know some hoes from the past like
 [bad word] Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich"
Well, should've asked
It's funny how these niggas on some real "Be cool with me" [bad word] I bagged two [bad word] like it's two of me [bad word] This the [bad word] I used to roll down Lewis Street with
Finally got my own bedroom in this [bad word] No more sleeping in my brother's room
Like man I might as well be sleeping in my mother's room
Cause how I'm supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here?
Plus she gon' find out I been rocking all this old gear
This is flow here, this is no fair
This is so pure, this is so clear
This is one breath, this is no air
Ain't no wedding and I do the most here
I'm the President you the co-chair
You the player, yeah, I'm the coach here [bad word] I coast here
This weather got me set up on this West Coast yeah
Avoiding the snakes, AK's, and coke yeah
Get my [bad word] wet but I never let it soak there
Man I been thinkin' bout movin' out
What? Country boy in the city in New York nine years
Ran that [bad word] like Diddy
Riding through South Side Queens like Fiddy

[Hook: J. Cole]
Nothing's impossible
And all you lame niggas show me what not to do
I met a real bad [bad word] in the club tonight
She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you"
I told her, "Aw baby don't start! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!"
She said, "You bout to miss church" while she riding me
I like my sundaes with a cherry on top
Make that [bad word] drop (drop, drop)
Make that [bad word] drop (drop, drop)
Make that [bad word] drop (drop, drop)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Now if you only had one wish is it devious?
Cause you already know who your genie is
Can't get a cover now your mag on my [bad word] Like [bad word] he turned out to be a genius [bad word] real [bad word] [bad word] no Pixar
You niggas soft like Meagan Good's lips are
My kicks hard, my whip hard
I came out the womb with my [bad word] hard
Back when I was playing Stomp the Yard
It be a bunch of niggas up on campus talking hard
Don't get exposed to these hoes boy knock it off
I seen your mama in a Benz when she dropped you off [bad word] now who more thorough than me?
I paint a picture of my pain for the world to see
Could paint a picture of the game but my girl would see
Gotta ask myself, "What mean the world to me?"

[Hook]

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
This the [bad word] I used to roll down Lewis Street with
little Fayettenam [bad word] out in Beverly Hills
That's when I ran into this chick I went to college with
Yeah back when a [bad word] was on scholarship
Was in [bad word] but I still stopped to holla, [bad word] That's the least I owed her cause I tried to hit
On the first night, nah I ain't proud of it
I boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of it
And I never called back, how thoughtfuless
Now I'm standing in the streets tryna politic with her
In her mind she calling me a misogynist [bad word] On some Bobby Brown [bad word] my prerogative, [bad word] is to hit and [bad word] Now realizing when I hit she never forgets
So every time I ignore the telephone call
Saying I'll hit her back knowing I'm never gon' call
She was hurting, now she staring dead in my face she was smirking
Like, "Yeah I remember and nah you ain't worth [bad word]  [bad word] You ain't worth [bad word]  [bad word] 

This the [bad word] I used to roll down Lewis Street with