Cole World, the new Nat King
 If I ain’t the illest nigga, I’m his new vaccine
 Really more like poison when his New Jack Swing
 And my bed is like a deck of cards – two black queens
 A nigga don’t like me, he just a fucking hater
 What you made last week, I just tipped the fucking waiter
 What that feel like? Tell me what that feel like?
 Nigga fuck your Twitter, bitches follow me in real life

[Interlude]
 Welcome back, ladies and gentleman, to a brand new season. Dreamville, Cole World. So much is happening on time, I’m proud. I can’t wait to share it with you all in due time. Did you miss me? I know I missed you. Can’t believe these niggas ain’t rap on this shit man

[Verse 1]
 Heard niggas got beef, then they see me on the street, and don’t speak
 Heard niggas dropping songs every week, but they weak
 Yeah I heard about your deal, hope they keep the receipt
 Heard niggas out there saying I would be Memphis Bleek
 Well, how you feel when that nigga got mills?
 And you sitting, commenting, discussing on how you feel?
 Bout another nigga shit, or another nigga chips
 Meanwhile I’m on the strip, putt puttin’ wit ya bitch
 Cut something in the 6 then dip to 160
 Bitch don’t fuck with me, trust nigga I’m sick
 Can’t tell me, fuck nigga I’m it
 …Watch this
 With my heart on my sleeve I bleed pardon my greed
 I plead insanity, with a side of vanity
 How can it be
 I blew up singlehandedly, nobody handed me shit
 Granted though, I planned to be rich
 Understandably, funny how I talk so candidly
 On cameras but won’t holla at family only randomly
 After a few drinks come our realest convos
 My handle on my thoughts used to be as ill as Rondo’s
 Screaming fuck whitey, forgetting I’m still mulatto
 Ay reverend, will I get to heaven, he said “hell if I know”, shit
 Stay scheming, day dreaming, chain gleaming
 Name should be Abe Lincoln ‘cause I cannot tell a lie though
 All facts in fact, been all that
 Before Kenan and Kel swallow the key to my cell
 Which means, I got an impossible lock to pick
 And if you want my spot, you gotta go through lots of shit
 Nigga, Cole the truth, you the opposite
 I be tryna figure out why I cannot commit
 With who I’ve known for years, is it hoes or fear
 Meanwhile she wonder if the one she chose is pure
 No cure for the cold, rather Cole the cure
 Them last lines was more honest than your whole career
 Nigga, you a phony, only got few homies
 I prefer lonely, you rap niggas don’t know me
 Staying to myself, not concerned ‘bout my health
 I’m a mothafucka and yo baby mother is a milf
 Couple years ago they had a nigga sitting on the shelf
 Now they tell me “man you like the realest shit I ever smelt”
 They say “boy you got the belt, plus you better than so-and-so”
 I keep it modest but inside I already know it though
 Yea thanks my nigga, yea thanks my nigga
 I deserve but nah this ain’t Tank my nigga
 Leave the party like I just robbed a bank my nigga
 Bag full of money, fuck yo debate my nigga
 ‘Cause two years ago and I ain’t make it, I was pissed
 But you care a little less about a lisp when you rich, nigga
 When you rich nigga

[Interlude]
 But that’s not what we came here for. We didn’t come here to brag; we didn’t come here to boast, to stunt. We just came here to flex. Ladies and gentlemen, I appreciate your patience. I assure you, it’ll be well worth the wait.
 In the meantime, if I can get right back into it though.
 Check it

[Verse 3]
 How many Kanye beats do a nigga gotta murder
 To prove my mind’s further, hater nigga convert her
 Took kids to Carowinds which I’m sure you never heard of
 ‘Cause I didn’t tell the news or the Fayetteville Observer
 I don’t do it for the press, I’m blessed, I made it out
 Sitting on this plane, my biggest thing to complain about
 Somewhere between yesterday and now
 I done lost my jewelry, Rollies, chains, almost lost my cool
 But see, I just left kids who ain’t got a fucking thing
 ‘Cept a lot of fucking problems and a lot of fucking pain
 And here I go bitching ‘cause my Jesus piece missing
 Got a feeling housekeeping finally caught a nigga slipping
 Eyes wide open, they just found a pot of gold
 Now lil’ Julio is somewhere shining on you hoes
 But that’s how it goes, fuck it I’m still breathing
 Like my lil’ nigga Jaheim, we here for a reason

[Outro]
 That’s my lil’ man Jaheim. He said, “Cole, can you shout me out on a song?” I was like, “I don’t know man,” but in my mind I knew I would shout him out though, you know<br />
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