[Intro: Jay-Z]
There`s a ni**a right now somewhere
He at the table with a bowl of Apple Jacks
And he`s reading the back of the cereal
And in between the Apple Jacks he`s writing some s**t
And he wants my spot
I`mma find him though, I`mma sign him..
I don`t want no problems

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Like we always do at this time, Cole blowin` your mind
Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was assigned
Took my time, crept from behind
And I opened up your blinds, rise and shine!
Cole World, same ni**a used to drive around with yo girl
In my mama`s Civic, now I`m our here tryna get it
I ain`t like you lame ass ni**as, boy I spit it how I live it
So when you see me in the streets, man I ain`t got a mimic
Cause I ain`t got an image to uphold, this real s**t
I ain`t got a gimmick I just flow and ni**as went nuts for
The boy that set fire to the booth
In a game full of liars it turns out that I`m the truth
Some say that raps alive, it turns out that I`m the proof
Cuz the ones y`all thought would save the day can`t even tie my boots
The ones y`all thought could hang with me can`t even tie my noose
Let these words be my bullets ni**a, I don`t rhyme I shoot
Bang!

[Hook - J Cole]
Where the f**k I went?
I pray to the Lord, my soul to take

[Verse 2: J. cole]
Lord I been dreamin` bout the paper, get rich fore I see my life caper
Hope my mama get to see Jamaica before she meet her maker
Our hoop was never good enough to ever be a Laker
But these words I record got me ballin`, Jordan
More than a rapper this a natural disaster
Boy, I`m meaner than Katrina mixed with Gina
"Shut up, Cole!", this is for my ni**as back home
Homes, waddup bro ?
This is for the bitches that played me, waddup ho?
I ain`t mad, it`s sad, you went from bad to real bad
2 kids that don`t even know their real dad
Real sad, baby girl I wish you still had it
Then maybe you could get a taste of livin` Villematic
It`s called Stillmatic: you be talkin` about the same s**t
That`s how I feel about it, mama was a real addict
That`s why I don`t respect that lyin`-ass white s**t you talkin`
Cole`s plannin` funerals, you might fit the coffin

[Hook]

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Get on your job lil mane, this ain`t Saturday!
We in two different lanes, you can`t navigate
We in wto different games, you playin` patty cake
Brother you`re lame, you`re Shane Battier
You out of shape, my mind run a mile a minute
The sky`s the limit, I`m so high, I`m divin` in it
My rides is tinted`, my knob`s gettin` slobbed up in it
She hollerin` God, man you would`ve thought that God was in it
But its just a ni**a God invented
The best out, foolish pride`ll make you not admit it
Word, this s**t ain`t vibe ni**a, why you noddin` with it?
The hate in your blood can`t stop your soul from vibin` with it
Now you all conflicted cause my flows is wicked
And my hoes is thicker and all of yours is pickin` me
Cause they know a star when they see a star, ni**a
Ain`t even got to f**k him to know he a raw ni**a
I got her in my bedroom, but cheer up, ni**a
You saved so many hoes, you a hero ni**a!
Medal of honor, I`m feelin` on top like Pac
When he slept with Madonna
Hey, this is death before dishonor
Get arrested and forget to tell my mama
She got enough to stress about
My ni**as gonna get me out
Then we hit the club with the thugs and the liquors
No criminal record but I`m makin` criminal records
Isn`t it ironic? Isn`t it iconic?
Jacket so expensive you wouldn`t even try on it
But it fit me perfect, I purchase it if I want it
The city on my shoulder, so no girl, you can`t cry on it
When you make a list of the greatest aye, am I on it?
Maybe not yet but bitch I got the clock set
It goes tick-tock, game on lock
Sun gon` shine but the rain won`t stop
Oh no !