[Verse 1]

Nigga I grew up fast, then blew up fast,

Money falling out my pockets, I got too much cash,

Can't fit nothing in her pockets, she got too much ass

Like, god damn, well if you must ask,

We from the school of hard knocks, but your crew cut class,

Half white but don't think I gotta ku klux past

When I'm up in the v, police be fucking with me,

No sir, no license, all I got here is this fucking degree,

Move along cock-sucker, ain't got nothing to see,

'less you talking blockbuster, you niggas in not russell

You more diggy, me, I'm more biggie

No diss to the young boy, I'm just rapping, get bored quickly

Just to make up for that line, invite him on tour with me

Show him the game, let him finagle these whores with me

Run through their doors with me, hit the ritz carlton for the night

Leave 'em there two dykes, probably change a niggas life, right?

Wattup vanessa? I loved you that one semester

Thanks to my profession I ball'd like uncle festor

Thinkin' about the board I used to have above the dresser

Half the shit I wrote down. I did it, it's old now

Got, new goals, plus my money on manute bol

Funny how my old highs is suddenly my new lows

Tired of every chick saying she models before she swallows

So I only fuck with hat tricks, bitches with a few goals

[Verse 2]

Look, look

Not even slightly interested in what ya opinion is

I gotta greater purpose than a hater purpose

Imma stack paper, hustle just to relax later

Serve niggas and bring changes that's a waiter purpose

Look how I made them nervous

Niggas is shakin' I know they fakin'

Ok, you a killer, right,

And ms. cleo's jamaican, and bob marley is haitian

And me and beyonce datin' and jesus christ be hatin

But got mad love from satan, for fucking sanaa lathan

While meagan good is waitin'

I'm the dead beat father of your little brother

In other words, god damnit, I'm a bad mother fucker

It's cole, it's only right I brought back the soul

Yall got way too electro, damn near techno

Half-way homo, way too metro

Hennessy xo, cole flows best yo

Style like tribe called quest meets death row

Learn something boy, grow your ass up

Cheap nigga, if you was liquor, I'd probably throw your ass up

Matter fact, if you was grass, I'd probably mow your ass up

Last call for you old niggas gon' pour your last cup

It's cole!