Winter Schemes

[Produced by Jake One] [Intro: J. Cole] Da-da-da-dum You gotta ask Jake One for the beat though I don't know if he gon' be cool with lettin' me, I don't know, man It's really some album shit that we just, takin' it up [Verse 1: J. Cole] Yeah, winter schemes for my summer dreams Winning seems to become routine, it's my thing Underdog, never under y'all I touch down in your city like a hundred yard Dash, never punt at all, last thing I need is four downs My baddest just graduated from Georgetown Grad school 'cause a nigga like 'em grown up I'm seeing rappers in the gym tryna tone up I've seen rappers on the road, no one showin' up I feel partially to blame, let me own up I'm sorry, brand new Ferrari Really though I'm just frontin', I really don't mind discussin' That Bugatti in that Beyoncé video was just for stuntin' Scared to mash the gas 'cause if I fucked around and crashed That woulda been my ass, that whip is 'bout a million cash Million cash? And dawg, I just got rich How you gonna take a million from me, dawg? I just got this Came a long way from that weak ass advance Was in the Honda on that LIE passing fast Wasn't bout the money then 'cause he had the chance Built it from the ground up, no hit singles Just a lot of fucking gifts, nigga, no Kris Kringle Cole, I'm the reason that your old bitch single Gave her dick, made her whole shit tingle, ya wan' feel me? Born sinner, doubt this diamond chain gon' heal me Lord, let me kill the game and pray the game don't kill me Huh, multi before I die bitch, believe that These rappers rich as fuck but don't know where they seeds at It's a shame, niggas lame, this is fame for ya I gotta be the only one that didn't change for ya I saw ya sortin' through trash and brought change for ya Open up they lane, do I gotta say names for ya? Ha, and I ain't even flexin' Plottin' on that Warm Up 2, I'm just stretchin' Fourth quarter, so much due, but fuck stressin' I just step into the ring and do my muh'fuckin' thing My muh'fuckin' thing, ha Fourth quarter, so much due, but fuck stressin' I just step into the ring and do my muh'fuckin' thing [Interlude: Wale & J. Cole] Uhh, Wale, kill these niggas man Uhh, woo! Gifted! [Verse 2: Wale] Yah! Spring greening but I'm winter frigid And with this summer album got me booking all them bitches Uhh, 'til I'm bored with bitches, my parking garage official Boy I play with foreigns and I feel just like Kawhi Leonard God-given talent, momma gave me passion Got me a, Rihanna feature, y'all should see my demographic Copy us, dap me up, rapping niggas done got me fucked Half these niggas is carbon copy Faking a nigga would be redundant, right? Ah, I'm tryna shed a bunch of light In a country where niggas follow models and hype You know? Trends and that shit Niggas wearing leather down in a 110 Hahah, just a classic-ass nigga Rappin' circles 'round these squares, out of shape and I ain't trippin' Shoe game prolific, this Hublot a ticket This Ron Simmons meets Richard Simmons Go Google their differences As I maneuver the industry, few is against me, I ride With shooters but truthfully, tryna get loot out of Disney, I'm high I'm tripping, I'm fried, forgive me, that's right, you with me A cold world if I ain't slide by your chimney, we gifted Tryna distribute what Allah has given me, listen But some of the bars are synagogues to a godless opinion Dig it, in layman's terms Man these lames can't contain these words, new slaves we were We was shut down, we was not proud for those things we stood 'Til I bust out then bust down that chain, we good New black soul, new black soul, new black soul Ain't toot my horn but I'm the new Satchmo This Bishop Tutu with a 2Pac flow You niggas think too slow, you Pikachu but I'm Picasso Peep how I do it, got a deep mind so I free my quotes Peep my approach, I'm thinking more like Lee Iacocca Come see my show, this shit look like that door knob broke There's hoes and hoes, and I'm sure I'm bout to know like four You P-Myers, replace me then that four-five show And I'm just saying if I don't make it, I'll still feed my folks Still I keep shit real, I ain't never been a sucker though Gold albums on my bronze game, fucking stupid And I'll fucking do it, new legend shit got me juiced Whoever got problems with Folarin come find me, pursue it Remind you of a time there was knowledge in music And I do it for the niggas they promise the future So, new black soul, new black soul, new black soul And any bitch that got me twisted only grew my fro [Outro: Wale] Ha, and it's like that, right, right And it's like that, right Uh, uh, Gifted!