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[J. Cole:] Yeah, Pistol Pete flow, smoke like a swisha sweet blow Cole world, get ya Pea Coat Rappers got no point, niggas miss the free throws so Ain't no mystery why there picking me for I've been hot since '97, I ain't Mr Cee though I am Mr NC boy, with the pen destroy any emcee boy I'm skinny, didn't eat so I'm hungry like a hostage Finally seeing money so it's funny how they eyes lit Surprise it's, that nigga that you should have been on I handed you niggas my demo, dawg I couldn't get on One time for my city bitch I'm putting it on Like a condom when I'm with your girl, ballin' like it's intramural Back in school, hoopin' 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 nigga get through puberty, the lessons learned From her, wasn't nothing like it We passed notes, she read minds like a fucking 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, couldn't make it past flirting Now I'm taking baths with there naked ass jerkin Make It Last forever playing in the background SongtexteYou can that as whatever I was laying that down She gon hat emy ass forever, I ain't 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 breast'es I never disrespected, I'm clever nigga check it I tried to warn these women, guess they never get the message This is Cole, ain't nothing like it So girls don't wanna fuck him, now they wanna fuckin' like him And hope you fuckin' wife him Yeah, nuttin' like him Yeah, ooh, yeah, oh Ain't no other, ain't no other niggas A-ain't no, ain't no other niggas fucking with me Rappers throwin' jabs but it feel like nothing hit me Fake niggas, snake niggas I think something bit me Scratch that, can't impersonate perfection man But I can school you, this here is the lesson plan Now uh uh, some of y'all comparing me Either you blind as hell or either you just don't care to see Don't make me pull the trigger I think you niggas is daring me Go fuck around and get your favourite rapper embarrassed, see I'm the supplier of that fire and the kerosene Don't wanna make a scene, those ain't no shots fired Just know the shit that I'm dropping, take you a lot higher These niggas 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 niggas spit it with no one to vouch for your lies I spit it how you see it, but ain't had the words to say it I spit it how you think it but ain't 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 nigga leaked it Just know you fucking with the best, this be our little secret Until the world find out and then y'all gotta shed me Til then just know there's nothing like him and there's nothing near me Yeah you fucking hear me Yeah, yeh Aus Songtexte Mania