[Verse 1: Drake]
26 on my third GQ cover,
Your new shit sound like you do covers
Of all of my old shit, oh shit!
I'm devoted to makin' sure that shit goes unnoticed,
Swear you n**gas is hopeless.
I should run a clinic for n**gas that think that they winnin',
On some coach shit, 50 M's for a three-month road trip,
I see straight through them like fish tanks with no fish in them,
Drizzy still got some '06 in him.
IRS all in my books gettin' they Matlock on,
All this capital it's like I left the caps lock on,
It's like every time I plot a return I seem to shift the game,
See I can still talk keys without pitchin' cane.
Pay yourself and owe yourself,
Before you come to my city just know yourself,
Know where you at,
I'm good in every town, I'ma be there doin' shows where you at,
The lights hit women screamin' like Jodeci's back, n**ga!
[Dennis Graham:]
But that's, that's where all this, that's where the feeling is, that's where all that shit comes from. Man, I mean like the music that you and I used to listen to ahh– was just absolutely phenomenal, because we went through it all. We went through er'rythang. I remember you loved Jodeci I mean like studied, you even made me a CD...
[Verse 2: Drake]
Your money is just a little Barney's Co-Op for you to be tryna show out,
I'm in your girl's ear plantin' seeds like a grow-op,
We move the operation to Cali soon as the snow drop,
Oh stop, please, stop arguin' 'bout who's the best MC,
I think everyone would agree, they know that you're not,
I know I'm a sure shot, middle finger pokin' you in your sore spot,
Bars sound like I'm under oath, n**ga,
I Comedy Central roast n**gas and turn 'em to ghost n**gas.
Either I'm gettin' bigger, or you're just gettin' smaller, or it's both, n**ga,
I'm just as unforgivin' as most n**gas,
You bit the hand, now starve, it's not a joke, n**ga,
I'll hang you with it after I teach you the ropes, n**ga.
Oh well, bitches paint OVO on their toenails
And show up at the show, the afterparty, and the hotel
That five star in your city, they know where we at
I hit the lobby, women's screamin' like Jodeci's back, n**ga!
[Bridge: J. Cole]
Jodeci's back,
You bitches screamin' like Jodeci's back,
I call the front desk for condoms, she's sayin' they ain't got none,
The way that I'm respondin', she know that we black, n**ga!
(Fuck you mean you ain't got no condoms?)
Jodeci's back,
Fuckin' hoes like Jodeci's back,
I paint pictures and flip words,
N**ga woulda thought Def Poetry back. (Cole)
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Roof top, hoes turnt up,
Lookin' for your bitch, bet she won't turn up,
Wonder where she is, fuck could she be?
She's a ho, she's a slut, she's a freak.
Heard a couple n**gas hatin' but them fuck n**gas weak,
Count a hundred thousand dollars like, “It sucks to be me!”
Ain't that what you wanted? Stuntin' on you n**gas,
Came in this game, never frontin' on you n**gas.
Gave you heart and soul, stories of my pain,
Felt naked 'cause I laid out all my glory and my shame,
Caught fire just to have n**gas ignore me and my flame,
'Bout to burn down the house, they tryna put me in the rain, no!
Fuck your list, you lame n**gas and doubters,
I'm undoubtedly the hottest and that's just me bein' modest,
Go check the numbers, dummy, that's just me gettin' started,
I'm artistic, you n**gas is autistic, retarded.
Hold your applause,
Who gives a poker face when you jokers showed me your cards?
David and Goliath, takin' on the giants,
No need for pause when I tell you my balls bigger than yours, Cole!
No false gods, young Mike playin' against the Monstars
Tappin' into '94 Nas,
Or that '96 Jay, or that Chronic shit Dre,
Which is really just Slim Shady, I'm silly, my pen crazy.
Today I'm out in Philly, my fans waitin' for 12 hours,
Just to get their dollar signed,
Thoughts stream like I'm Spotifyin',
Trenchcoat flow, bottom line –
To these too-cool-for-school n**gas I'm Columbine.
Flow dumber than your projections,
This makes twice now, I doubled what you expected, yet
Your covers keep perplexin' me,
Maybe it's too complex for me.
But is this 'bout skills or is this 'bout sales?
'Cause either fuckin' way, man, all them n**gas is less than me,
You legends know that we rap,
Bitches screamin' like Jodeci's back.
