The Ojays

[Produced by Nervous Reck]

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

At the stop sign, I looked both ways, pumpin' Ojays

My pops put me on that, catchin' a contact

And weed blew from the backseat, two niggas I just met

A month ago, I'm starin' in the rearview, suspect

I catch a screwface from one of them two-faced niggas

I'm wonderin' how these two snakes ever snuck in my crew

Wait, they knew Filthy, now these clowns in the back of my ride

But I ain't mention Nervous on the passenger side

He tipsy yellin', "Yo my 10 G's in the trunk plus yours

I know you young but this the most dough you've seen thus far"

I tried to smile but barely did, I glanced in the backseat

Feelin' like these cats got plans to attack me

But maybe that's weed smoke makin' me  so

Paranoid of some snakes, Nervous asked me was I straight

Said it's written on my face, what was up?

Eyes motioned to the back, I said "nothin' much"

I turned the CD up, a coincidence, Ojays, backstabbers

I laughed at the irony, them niggas still eyein' me

It must have been the alcohol cause suddenly I shouted

"Y'all know this is your favorite song, what the fuck you poutin' for?"

Nervous told me chill out, them niggas just smiled

One turned to his man, started whisperin' loud

I couldn't tell what he was sayin' though

I turned around and said "You got somethin' to say, then say it, ho"

And before I knew it, mad movement, both them niggas popped out gats

Reply "pull the fuck over, nigga, how 'bout that?"

Fuck man I knew these niggas was some fake ass vests

Couldn't trust as far as I could smell their stank ass breath

I pulled over to the side, looked at Nervous

I guess he sobered up, they told us open the trunk and get out slowly

Said "let me see your hands, show me

And if you make a move for your weapon, it's over, homie"

I wished we had one but wasn't packin'

Bad mistake as this nigga pistol whipped my face and I ate pavement

Grabbed the cash out the trunk, hopped in the front

Me and Nervous helpless as [?]

We just stood there, shocked, pride hurt, plus our pockets

Told Nervous, "Time to mobilize", he looked at me and nodded

Yeah, pride hurt, plus our pockets

Told Nervous, "Time to mobilize", he looked at me and nodded

[Verse 2: Nervous Reck]

Fuck it, yo, that 20 ain't shit, are you aiight?

Wipe that blood off, here's a handkerchief, you livin' the life

Of a criminal now, I should have never brought you 'round

I should have never let you drive the car, I should have held you down

Cause I know you got a temper, you say what's on your mind

They was blowin' smoke up in your face, plus they tried to pry

Up in our business, I can't believe it totally went wrong

But I ain't tryna blame you, I know this shit's my fault

See that 20 up in the trunk, it wasn't from a show

I lied, I was supposed to off these cats on the low

And I was gonna tell you but I ain't want you to know

Cause in order to do it right, we had to get close

So I figured the best way, take 'em out to get tipsy

Let 'em smoke somethin', I thought takin' you with me would

Give you a hands on look at my profession

It's the underworld, the only way that I relieve aggression

And you told me before that you was interested in it

Been a minute, I've been watchin' you grow into a menace

I know you mad lost, don't mean to speak like this

That bastard must have found a heat tucked underneath my shit

And when he saw the opportunity he couldn't let it pass

Fuck, I can't blame him, yo he caught me slippin' bad

But we 'bout to get it back and I'ma tell you how

Call Bobby, tell him meet us right now, it's goin' down

See I left the tank on E, they ain't gettin' more than 5 to 10 miles

Up the street, so tell 'em bring the heat

Drove off in that direction, 5 minutes later

Seen 'em stalled past the intersection, what a relief

It all happened, we made it look like a car jackin'

Grabbed the bags out the back and you don't want beef

It all happened, we made it look like a car jackin'

Grabbed the bags out the back and you don't want beef