For all y’all boys cheap talking
Keep walking
This the ville where them real killers
Don’t speak often
Will leave you leakin’ on concrete
Police chalkin’, my flow’s needing markers
You so flea market, so don’t be startin’
Cause Cole retarded, I be shittin’ on you boys
Cause my throat be fartin’.. I don’t even say excuse me
Usually, the groupies don’t amuse me
Wanna say I raped her, take my paper, yeah my loose leaf
But could I take a little dip in your jacuzzi?
I ain’t baby but I got you feelin’ juicy
Oo she, feeling like she never before
And I bet she’ll never forget like an elephant won’t
Ayo, my name J. Cole I got a hellavuh flow
I guarantee you’ll feel him if you ever been poor
Or if you tryna be rich, in this economy? Shit..
Anything making money, this is quality is
Fayette-nam... haaaaaa