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!