Still the Hottest

[Hook: J. Cole]

Uhh, what if somebody from the ville that was ill

Got a deal on the hottest rap label around

But he wasn’t talkin bout coke and birds

This is more like spoken word

Can’t you see I’m putting it down

[Post Hook: J. Cole]

Look this is the Roc bitch, the new Roc bitch

They had it locked well I just copped a new lock bitch

Look how I hit 'em up I’m on some 2Pac shit

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

We take it to a higher level two octaves

Cole, nigga I’m vicious with the flow

Don’t take no crystal ball to predict that I would blow so quick

Get on your current events, oh you ain't heard of that quit

No endurance, I'm sick, no insurance

You should be so embarrassed nigga you could have signed me

Now you little artist is garbage running behind me so

You wanna drop a man, your litter too much

Now get back to rap you niggas twitter too much

But I keep it hood I could fit in Ku Klux

I ain't bitter with you pitiful fuck niggas

Couldn’t tie my tennis shoes

Couldn’t reach this high if you hit a few blunts

Sound like who, ahh bitches you nuts please

I run circles round these rap urkels

And if he act Hercules then he could smack purple

Relax this is the Roc and guess who stuntin for us

And yeah I run my own show, nigga, Martin Lawrence

[Hook: Young Chris]

Young Boy outta Philly who was ill got a deal

On the hottest rap label around

And way before he put together words

Them niggas was selling birds

Guess who puttin it down

[Post Hook: Young Chris]

This is the Roc trick that old Roc shit

I got it locked, I supply the whole block bitch

Gimme the loot listen to that old BIG shit

And we dont care about no vest’s get your wig hit

[Verse 2: Young Chris]

See that boy vicious on the mic

Flow tighter than a girdle on bitches on a flight

Tight, pray for a bright day visions of a night

Good weed, little liquor pretty bitches get me right

Baby I’m a baller, I was born in March Madness

Whats the clarity its a little bit flaw in your carrots

Silly rabbits little bastards nigga all of y’all average

I be the youngest Jackson with the glove I’m the baddest

Get the baddest whore’s dime a dozen on tour

Box 'em out in the paint, d-cousins on boards

Hip hop deserve more for the strength of what we saw

Give an encore for Biggie Smalls Shakur

Big L and Pun, rest in peace to Pimp

The way they paved the way I could never be content

Give it up to underdog, highly underrated

And this ones dedicated to the ones appreciated

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