J. COLE

J. COLE - Nothing Like It

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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, n-ggas miss the free throws so

Ain’t no mystery why there picking me for

I’ve been hot since ’97, I aint 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 its, that n-gga that you should have been on

I handed you n-ggas 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 n-gga get through puberty, the lessons learned

From her, wasn’t 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, couldn’t make it past flirting

Now I’m 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 breast’es

I never disrespected, I’m 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 don’t wanna f-ck him, now they wanna f-ckin’ like him

and hope you f-ckin’ wife him

Yeah, nuttin’ 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 throwin’ jabs but it feel like nothing hit me

Fake n-ggas, snake n-ggas 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 n-ggas is daring me

Go f-ck 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 aint no shots fired

Just know the shit that I’m 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 y’all gotta shed me

Til then just know theres nothing like him and theres nothing near me

Yeah you f-cking hear me

Yeah, yeh

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