[Snippet: J. Cole]
Ayo, ayo you didn't come right man
If you gon come on Dead Presidents son you gotta come hard, son! You gotta come harder than that son!

[Intro]
Dwo this, Dwo that
Dwo this, Dwo raps?
Yeah bitch you already know

[Verse 1]
I’m in a league of my own
Always coming in first, boy you in that 2-3 zone
You can’t defend me, and anything you say just won’t offend me
Presidents represent me, and I ain’t talking bout pennys
N***a I’m out to get it, book it never forget it
Got my head in the game, these n***as looking beheaded
That's cause I bring the guillotine, all these haters in between
I don’t fuck with X’s, that was when I was a wolverine
Going aggressive so all of y’all get the message
I’m a menace like Dennis, and if you wanna talk tennis
My flow is hotter than Venus, I’m Drizzy pulling Serenas
But if she doesn’t stop her racket, I guess I’ll have to Djokovic
“That’s too aggressive, Dwo, I’m not really likin this”
Lyrics have a mind of their own, kind of like my dick
So everything I say, you should take it with a grain of salt
You’re sounding like you took the whole shaker, bitch it’s not my fault
Hit the mic, hit the vault, get convicted for assault
My brothers is prolly flipping, something like a somersault
Told you I was reckless, I told you I was reckless
I’ve been doing this since I was 12, how could you expect less
And I heard the consensus
Was that I got the lyrics that are making n***as re-read every single sentence
That’s just how I roll, every verse is an adventure
The best overall, let me put on my suspenders
Turning beats into my symphonies, my voice is like an orchestra
Been studying the game and now I think I know the formula
Subtracting all the haters, cause none of them are equal
Then I multiply my money and divide it for the people
You don’t even have a fraction of the talent I possess
Looking down on my denominators, calculate what’s coming next
You see me grab a pen, to me thats like a knife my friend
Cause everytime I write a verse I’m tryna kill it once again (kill em)
Especially if I direct it to the opposition
Spitting and spreading and spraying all of my ammunition
Splitting and shredding and slaying all of my competition
Did you get all of that, or do you need some repetition?
For my verses, I’m not looking for compensation
All I wanna do is force my way into the conversation
Of lyricists that be killing it now and across the nation
I just wanna make it more than my imagination
And all that shit they calling rap makes me wanna chuckle
I’m tryna piece it together but I’m still feeling puzzled
And if I had a dime for every time I’ve heard a wack track
I’d probably be able to buy em all a muzzle
Leaving you n***as muffled, without a word to mumble
My people know I’m humble, but I’m still ready to rumble
Even the veterans, I’m ready if they want the trouble
I may be young, but this is not the way the rookie crumbles
And I will never stumble, well maybe that’s a lie
Even the legends had to fall before they learned to fly
The last verse for the doubters, so you can fast forward
Uma slaughter the lambs, who am I gon passover?
The wolf wearing the wool, but now the past's over
I crash borders and cancel all of they're trash orders
And I deliver like a Jazz forward
Rap bout to lose it's heartbeat, and I'm one of the last donors
With no special effects and a mic in the closet
All surrounded by pillows, I learned that shit from Logic
Middle fingers to distractions and doubts
And anybody that told me I'd never make it out, well shit
Now that I’m over here, now that I’m over you
I’m gonna drop a tape, four years overdue [bang]