grew up fast

nigga i grew up fast

then blew up fast

money falling out my pockets

i got too much cash

can't fit nothing in her pockets

she got too much ass

like

god damn

well if you must ask

we from the school of hard knocks

but your crew cut class

half white but don't think i gotta ku klux past

when i'm up in the v

police be fucking with me

no sir

no license

all i got here is this fucking degree

move along cock-sucker

ain't got nothing to see

'less you talking blockbuster

you niggas in not russell

you more diggy

me

i'm more biggie

no diss to the young boy

i'm just rapping

get bored quickly

just to make up for that line

invite him on tour with me

show him the game

let him finagle these whores with me

run through their doors with me

hit the ritz carlton for the night

leave 'em there two dykes

probably change a niggas life

right?

wattup vanessa? i loved you that one semester

thanks to my profession i ball'd like uncle festor

thinkin' about the board i used to have above the dresser

half the shit i wrote down. i did it

it's old now

got

new goals

plus my money on manute bol

funny how my old highs is suddenly my new lows

tired of every chick saying she models before she swallows

so i only fuck with hat tricks

bitches with a few goals

look

look

not even slightly interested in what ya opinion is

i gotta greater purpose than a hater purpose

imma stack paper

hustle just to relax later

serve niggas and bring changes that's a waiter purpose

look how i made them nervous

niggas is shakin' i know they fakin'

ok

you a killer

right

and ms. cleo's jamaican

and bob marley is haitian

and me and beyonce datin' and jesus christ be hatin

but got mad love from satan

for fucking sanaa lathan

while meagan good is waitin'

i'm the dead beat father of your little brother

in other words

god damnit

i'm a bad mother fucker

it's cole

it's only right i brought back the soul

yall got way too electro

damn near techno

half-way homo

way too metro

hennessy xo

cole flows best yo

style like tribe called quest meets death row

learn something boy

grow your ass up

cheap nigga

if you was liquor

i'd probably throw your ass up

matter fact

if you was grass

i'd probably mow your ass up

last call for you old niggas gon' pour your last cup

it's cole!