Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Songwriter
Michael Epps
Michael Epps
Songwriter
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Lamont Porter
Lamont Porter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
[Verse 2]
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average, lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
Guidelines that keep **** inside of fabrics
Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters
Like "Yoo-hoo" with a new-new ridin' passenger
Shout out Oak Cliff, I'm 'bout to fly to Dallas
Decade from now I might just buy the Mavericks
What up, Mark Cuban? I am only part human
Half-man, half-amazing, plus I'm good at math like I'm asian
Hate to use stereotypes, but that's light compared to what a **** get from caucasians
No race baitin', treat the beat like Playstation
Reporting to you live from the International Space Station
I probably vacation on Mars
The flow is out of this world and so is the bars
Blow the facade right off of your squad
Lil' rappers, I love you, but you ain't shit 'til you got offers in Prague
Look that shit up, a book, ****, pick that shit up
Expand your vocab, I'm giving out toe tags for no cash
[Verse 3]
All summer long plus three seasons after
Please CC a rapper, tell him meet me
It's absolutely imperative that my heat speak to rappers
The problem with this game is this weak sea of rappers
I'm the answer on the low, I'm a cheat sheet for rappers
I came around AC, the DC adaptors
Plug talk, what I'm really sayin' is a shame
But my **** move 'caine like HBCU Kappas
Whole town full of CC Sabathias
You think **** gettin' fat pitchin' crack? Not really
This is not the eighties, don't be silly
Now we push pills and sell heroin to Billy
Now Billy momma want the judge to pardon his addiction
How many black addicts that got caught up in the system
With no sob stories on your prime time television
I can smell a blatant contradiction
Man, listen
[Verse 4]
Don't want to fuck up my vibe
Let's end it on a positive note, come see me live
KOD, album of the year, undebatably
My cadence be the greatest we've seen
Since the late MC who's name was The Notorious
Dreamville stacked like the Warriors
Winning back to back
Next up to bat is my **** Bas
After that Jiddy-J.I.D
That's that New York City kid plus ATL
Me, I'm from the 'Ville but I know them towns well
Before I had a deal I was givin' **** hell
Now I'm givin' **** deals and they givin' **** hell
Written by: J. Cole, Lamont Porter, Michael Epps, Nasir Jones
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