J. COLE - Back To The Topic Lyrics
Carolina blue kicks, pedal to the metal
Feeling like a puppet and the Devil is Geppetto
Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high
You can pick apart my raps, I ainât told ya naâ lie
I want a little dark, I like to fuck a tan line
Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you canât find
Fine young man with an old man mind
No time for the tickle, fuck the whole mankind
"Aw, no maâam" Iâm an old land mine
I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time
Now Iâm armed and Iâm Fayetnamâs finest
Carolinaâs savior, marijuana blazer
Only on occasion cause my mind be racin'
Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian
Thinking how these rap niggas gotta be fakin'
Whole style obviously copied, pasted
Plagiarized swag, may arrive last
But when itâs all said and done Iâmma be ahead of them
Way that I describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine
What that I be fly I be higher than the Jet-a-sons
Moving on up, nigga higher than the Jeffersons
All about the Benjamins. Bad chicks? Send em in
Basic hoes? Toss em out, canât even get Waffle House
Hatinâ niggas? Chalk em out. Go on, get the coffin out
What you talking about? Lil man
My shit hair-burning, you not even a lilâ tan
Iâm ill enough to kill cancer: baby, Iâm chemo
Down in Miami and I throw like Marino
Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an Eagle
No, not on top but down there
She say she want to hop on top, "girl, I donât care"
You better get yours fore I reach mine
Cause then Iâm throwing peace signs
If you a freak, I can take you to your peak
Girl I do it to the maximum: Nissan
And I hope you a believer
Iâm quarterbacking, trying to get you open like receivers
Far from an overnight achiever, Cole is like the leader
Of the new niggas, to tell the truth Iâm only fucking with a few niggas
If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, I sit back
And reflect on the rap game, I came
From out of nowhere
Nigga, I swear them lames ainât know how to prepare
Got niggas shouting out âThe âVille, I gotta go thereâ
Boy donât you know you get shot over there?
I say my prayers cause this life ainât fair
A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ainât there
A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ainât there
Yeah late at night, when I got the phone call and made her right
But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head
Hit it then I quit it âfore she even made the bed
Damn Iâm no good, but damn itâs so good
Iâm picturing that body like a camera phone would
Something like Rihanna while Iâm up in that vagina
Type of chick that only dress in something thatâs designer
I could give a fuck as long as thereâs something thatâs behind of her
Got the type of bump that make a dog wanna hump
Back to the topic, actually forgot it
Hoes, money, Iâm the shit...oh yeah, Iâm reminded
The way I put the words together, cleverly align em
These other rap niggas should never be a problem
And Iâm ghost
[Thanks to Julian miller for these lyrics]