[Verse 1 : J Cole]
Fuck it, aye
Do or Die, new arrival
Holla at my n***as
You survive you's alive, yo
Now either you follow me and ride, or you’s a rival
The difference between you and I is you a model, you posing
But who am I though?
The mulatto out for that lotto
Money coming soon, the newest model
Your crew is hollow
The type of n***as gobble dick, chew and swallow
Your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal
Oh shucks, you n***as is closed, you fold up
I'm from the Ville, n***as get killed over four bucks
Thank God we made it, my n***as, we grown up
Now we crazy over that bread, call us the "dough-nuts" uh
More sluts once the money blows up
But them hoes stop if the dough drops
I won't stop though, a chip off the ole’ block
I'm from a city where n***as hold blocks
Leave you looking like old socks, damn
Cops patrol blocks, spotting on us
The boys is rotten, I know they want us
Probably arrest a n***a, get a bonus
You kill a n***a, get promoted
Shit is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas
So much I just go nuts
N***as telling me