Quote Me

J. Cole, uh

Yeah, uh, yeah, yo

Bear with a nigga, man, I got a lil' head cold, you know?

We gon' call this one "Quote Me"

I'll still kill it, nigga, show y'all niggas how to do (Yeah)

Real quick, uh

It's The Come Up

DJ OnPoint, J. Cole (Uh)

You know what they say, the window to the soul is in the eyes

So disrespect a nigga, I will close a nigga blinds

Yeah, who can hold us? Super focused

Shoot them hoes with the Super Soaker, I got 'em so wet (Ha)

Fuck that Moët, I'm Hennessy drinkin'

Wonder what my enemies' thinkin'

Nervous? Nigga, please, I'm finna be cakin'

With dough, so much bread, it's like a nigga be bakin'

Watch so cold, it's like the shit'll need blankets

Money comin' soon, tell my niggas, "Be patient"

We gon' replace them whips with some sicker ones

We gon' erase them chicks for some thicker ones

Hit and run, bigger funds

But still can't forget to pour liquor

As I reminisce on them nigga that couldn't come

Rest in peace, can't control another man's destiny

So I do what's best for me

I know you fake niggas well, ain't no test to me

On my plate is my meal, ain't no recipe for that

So nigga, chill, or the TEC'll speak, blat

Them niggas will put you chest to feet

I'm talkin' reckless

What you expect, nigga? I'm flexin'

Y'all dyslexic, got a nigga twisted

Never shot a nigga, I don't gotta get convicted

'Cause if I say the word, your whole squad is gettin' lifted

What up then? Niggas ain't sayin' nothin'?

Shut up then

Wouldn't last a minute in the city I grew up in

Where I got my swag, cool as the breeze is

Chip on my shoulder, I walk like I'm Jesus

'Bout that paper, we could give a fuck if you believe us

Lookin' for model divas that barely speak English

Fuck 'em while we rich, 'cause when we broke, they gon' leave us

We earn stripes, lookin' like zebras

Y'all lookin' like Adidas

We do it for the streets 'cause they need us (Yeah)

Got beef? Come meet us, okay, I thought so

Y'all niggas are so mad 'cause I floss so bad on bitch

And with this stroke, I'm Picasso

Make her stomach feel the fossil

Now she yellin' out "God" so much I thought I had her singin' gospel

Shit, shout out to my apostles, you know me

Nicest nigga in the South, yeah, you can quote me

Woo (Shit)

Oh sit, motherfucker, haha (DJ OnPoint)

Oh shit, and I'm sick, bitch, holla at me

You know

Fuck boy

Yeah

Shout out to Trackville, my nigga Hussein

165 Flava, Jamaica Ave