[J. Cole]
 When this shit drop, I was like 16
 Tryna get some head from a mixed thing
 Big dreams, say about some ripped jeans
 Nigga got a job, have my little ?
 Worst fear is getting robbed for my last 50 dollars that I had left over
 5 dollars in they pocket, nigga in his left shoulder
 Minimum wage 5.15. 13′s on the whip
 Kept my shit clean
 Actually that was my momma shit
 But I’m driving round town on my Obama shit
 Middle class my ass, just to get a tank of gas
 Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit
 But, yeah I’m headed for a scholarship
 Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip
 Thats why them niggas don’t like me and always wanna fight me
 A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely
 I know the game I’m an expert
 Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?
 Nigga I’m gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone
 And I aint fuck yet cause her momma always home
 God damn, Lor-Lord have Mercy
 Please God don’t let this little broad have herpes
 My nigga says she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
 Gold medals if we gave hoes ?
 No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos
 Spiderman sheets got us singing falsetto
 Tall white tee’s, can’t believe we used to wear those
 White folks looking at us like we’re weirdos
 But we was only kiddo’s
 Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of skittles
 Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle
 Tryna get the Diddy, cause I murder instrumentals
 It’s that good old fashioned Mark Jackson
 Fucked then I’ll pass, y’all Utah Jazz
 And ya’ll borin’, I don’t play nigga I’m Mark Madsen
 Thats why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian
 I’m not asking my nigga I don’t need favours
 I’m in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger
 My team major, we party like teenagers
 I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the green ranger
 (I fucking ran out of breath)
 Team major, we party like teenagers
 I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the green ranger
 Cole

[Lil Wayne]
 I don’t even like this beat, but fuck it
 I’m only gon spit a few bars cause I don’t like this beat

Bitch I’m not old news, I’m more like gold shoes
 She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods
 They say I’m old school, but I dropped out
 Drop ya body off at a cops house
 They throwing up them bricks, you better box out
 My niggas got enough white to build Barack house
 I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein
 44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans
 I’ve been faded, stone wash jeans
 New pussy new money, New Orleans
 50 up in that uzi, g-g-g-unit
 I murk you with that bitch scratch the serial number, re-use it
 I’m from the N-O, stretch you niggas out like limo’s
 Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, thats pimples
 I’m bout to go banana puddin’
 haha, you a dyke cause your man a pussy
 Hit you from the blindside no Sandra Bullock
 Never bite the hand that feeds you, always watch the hand that’s cooking
 Tunechi, D4 Hoe
 Shout out Cole
 You already know what it is, Cole World
 Wayne’s World
 We in this bitch hoe
 Special delivery at your front door<br />
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