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Yeah, Pistol Pete flow, smoke like a swisha sweet blow
Cole world, get ya Pea Coat
Rappers got no point, n-ggas miss the free throws so
Ainât no mystery why there picking me for
Iâve been hot since â97, I aint Mr Cee though
I am Mr NC boy, with the pen destroy any emcee boy
Iâm skinny, didnât eat so Iâm hungry like a hostage
Finally seeing money so itâs funny how they eyes lit
Surprise its, that n-gga that you should have been on
I handed you n-ggas my demo, dawg I couldnât get on
One time for my city bitch Iâm putting it on
Like a condom when Iâm with your girl, ballinâ like itâs intramural
Back in school, hoopinâ to impress the girls
We was young and disconnected from the rest of World
I reminsce on Andrea, eh, God bless ya girl
She used to let me sit in class and caress her curves
Help a n-gga get through puberty, the lessons learned
From her, wasnât nothing like it
We passed notes, she read minds like a f-cking psychic and write back
I was the class clown, I told jokes and hope she liked that
Rode the bus home and wonder how it be to pipe that
If I was just a little faster I know I could have smashed her
But was just a virgin, couldnât make it past flirting
Now Iâm taking baths with there naked ass jerkin
Make It Last forever playing in the background
You can that as whatever I was laying that down
She gon hat emy ass forever, I aint gon bring her back round
But hold up, what you expect it, how you feeling all neglected?
Sending all them texted spillin on your dresses
We knew just what this was before I was feeling on your breastâes
I never disrespected, Iâm clever n-gga check it
I tried to warn these women, guess they never get the message
This is Cole, aint nothing like it
So girls donât wanna f-ck him, now they wanna f-ckinâ like him
and hope you f-ckinâ wife him
Yeah, nuttinâ like him
Yeah, ooh, yeah, oh
Aint no other, aint no other n-ggas
A-aint no, aint no other n-ggas f-cking with me
Rappers throwinâ jabs but it feel like nothing hit me
Fake n-ggas, snake n-ggas I think something bit me
Scratch that, canât impersonate perfection man
But I can school you, this here is the lesson plan
Now uh uh, some of yâall comparing me
Either you blind as hell or either you just donât care to see
Donât make me pull the trigger I think you n-ggas is daring me
Go f-ck around and get your favourite rapper embarrassed, see
Iâm the supplier of that fire and the kerosene
Donât wanna make a scene, those aint no shots fired
Just know the shit that Iâm dropping, take you a lot higher
These n-ggas bitches on the low, they Mrs Doubtfire
How can you doubt fire, man if you brave enough then come put it out Sire
The South by your side, this the mouth for your eyes
You n-ggas spit it with no one to vouch for your lies
I spit it how you see it, but aint had the words to say it
I spit it how you think it but aint had the balls to speak it
I put it out, sit around and let the world critique it
Until the fans up on it early like a n-gga leaked it
Just know you f-cking with the best, this be our little secret
Until the world find out and then yâall gotta shed me
Til then just know theres nothing like him and theres nothing near me
Yeah you f-cking hear me
Yeah, yeh
- Album:
- High for Hours (Single)
- False Prophets (Single)
- Everybody Dies (Single)
- 4 Your Eyez Only
- Revenge Of The Dreamers Feat. Dreamville
- 2014 Forest Hills Drive
- Born Sinner
- Power Trip (Single)
- Truly Yours
- Truly Yours 2
- Cole World: The Sideline Story
- Work Out (Single)
- Any Given Sunday #1 (EP)
- Any Given Sunday #2 (EP)
- Any Given Sunday #5 (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- The Come Up: Mixtape Vol. 1
- The Warm Up (Mixtape)
- The Blow Up (Mixtape)
- Friday Night Lights (Mixtape)