Quote Me

J. Cole Uh Yeah, uh Yeah, yo Bear with a nigga, man I got a little head cold, ya know? We gon' call this one, "Quote Me" Still kill it, nigga Show y'all niggas how to do (yeah) Real quick Uh (it's The Come Up) With DJ OnPoint, J. Cole (uh) You know what they say The window to the soul is in the eyes So disrespect a nigga, I will close a nigga blinds Yeah, who can hold us? Super focused Shoot them hoes with the Super Soaker, I got 'em so wet Fuck that Moët, I'm Hennessy drinking Wonder what my enemies' thinking Nervous? Nigga, please I'm finna be caking with dough- So much bread, it's like a nigga be baking Watch so cold, it's like the shit'll need blankets Money coming soon, tell my niggas be patient We gon' replace them whips with some sicker ones We gon' erase them chicks for some thicker ones Hit and run, bigger funds But still can't forget to pour liquor As I reminisce on them niggas that couldn't come Rest in peace, can't control another man's destiny So I do what's best for me I know you fake niggas well, ain't no test to me On my plate is a meal, ain't no recipe for that So, nigga, chill or the Tech will speak, blaat Them niggas will put you chest to feet I'm talking reckless, what you expect, nigga? I'm flexing Y'all dyslexic, got a nigga twisted Never shot a nigga, I don't gotta get convicted 'Cause if I say the word, your whole squad is getting lifted What up then? Niggas ain't saying nothing? Shut up then Wouldn't last a minute in the city I grew up in Where I got my swag, cool as the breeze is Chip on my shoulder, I walk like I'm Jesus 'Bout that paper, we could give a fuck if you believe us Looking for model divas that barely speak English Fuck 'em while we rich, 'cause when we broke, they gonna leave us We earn stripes, looking like zebras, y'all looking like Adidas We do it for the streets 'cause they need us (yeah) Got beef? Come meet us, ok I thought so Y'all niggas are so mad 'cause I floss so bad on bitches And with this stroke, I'm Picasso Make her stomach feel the fossil Now she yelling out God so much thought I had her singing gospel Shit, shout out to my apostles, you know me Nicest nigga in the South, yeah you can quote me (Woo) ch'yeah Oh shit, motherfucker (DJ OnPoint) Oh shit And I'm sick, bitch, holla at me You know Fuck boy, yeah Shoutout to Trackville, my nigga Hussain 165 Flavor, Jamaica Ave.