[Intro]
Yeah yeah, uh yeah
Yeah yeah
Carolina, n***a
Fayettenam, n***a
Yeah

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
This is for them street n***as to them deep n***as
Them politics, them geek n***as
To them freak bitches that swallow dick, it's real
Or them sheep n***as in Prada shit and still
Even them bleak n***as without a cent could feel
I never sleep n***a, I gotta get them mills
I never cheat n***a, my heart is with the Ville
When n***as greet n***as with hollow tips, but chill
You'll never reach n***a, I got an itch to kill
Word, a n***a bringing heat to the third
My shit in every street, like the curb
So bitches wanna meet 'cause I'm deep with my words
So them n***as wanna peep like a perv
But peep game
Before they start saying "he changed"
A real n***a can never forget where he came
So if I'm up in Carolina kicking deep game
Or if I'm riding through Queens like the E-train
I throw it up!
Yeah
[Chorus]
If you a down south n***a, throw it up, (and)
If you an east coast n***a, throw it up, (yeah)
If you a west coast n***a, throw it up, (ay)
If you a midwest n***a, throw it up, (ay)
If you a Fayettenam n***a, throw it up, (yeah)
If you a ATL n***a, throw it up
New York to L.A. n***as, throw it up
Yeah, Chi-town throw it up (yeah)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
As you n***as smoking more kush
South n***as run you n***as, ask George Bush
Ask Bill Clinton, a n***a Will Smithin'
My jeans a lil less baggy, money still fittin.'
The streets a lil less rowdy, but they still kickin'
Them Randy Johnson O.G. n***as still pitchin'
And yeah, I know she got a man, but I'm still hittin'
So when he be up in that shit, he be like 'This feels different, "
No shit, throw dick like the veteran I am
I got that vitamin D, it's like medicine to them
I got her climaxing like it's never finna end
That's why she fucking me a lot better than her man
She try a new trick, she so wet a n***a swam
Like a salmon in this bitch, my dick drowning in that shit
They love a fly n***a on that frisbee shit
Plus a n***a get Gs like them Disney flicks
I throw it up!
Yea
[Chorus]
If you a down south n***a, throw it up, (and)
If you an east coast n***a, throw it up, (yeah)
If you a west coast n***a, throw it up, (ay)
If you a mid-west n***a, throw it up, (ay)
If you a Fayettenam n***a, throw it up, (yeah)
If you a ATL n***a, throw it up
New York to L.A. n***as, throw it up
Yeah, Chi-town throw it up (yeah)

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Real n***as want the money, so that's where my aim is
Ho n***as love the attention, wanna be famous
Real n***as fuck the attention, they know it's dangerous
Rather make a mil' and nobody know what my name is, (uh)
But that's the price when you nice with it
And them ladies gonna like 'cause you light-skinned
I take advantage of the situation
I'm hitting dimes from Atlanta up to Pennsylvania
They catch feelings and I switch next
"I made it clear baby, just sex
I'm too young to settle down, shorty get dressed! "
Even them white girls tryna be my princess
But I only fuck with sisters like incest
I've been stressed, I'm so in-depth
I get this weight up off my chest like a bench-press
I sense death in the air, but it's nothing for me
Some n***as better be aware or meet the cousin of sleep, get it?
You slow n***as still ain't felt that shit
How she gonna upgrade me dog? I built that chick
Rapping's a cash cow, finna milk that bitch
You better hit up homicide, I just killed that shit, boy!
[Outro]
Throw it up n***a!
Throw throw it, throw it up!
Yeah!