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.