Rise and Shine

Like we always do it this time

C-C-Cole, blowing your mind

Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was designed

T-t-took my time, c-c-crept from behind

And I opened up your blinds

Rise and shine, Cole World

Same **** used to drive around with your girl

In my mama's civic, now I'm out here tryna get it

I ain't like you lame ass ****

Boy, I spit it how I live it

So when you see me in the streets

Man, I ain't gotta mimic

'Cause I ain't got an image to uphold

That's real shit

I ain't got a gimmick, I just flow

The **** went nuts for

The point is set fire to the booth

In a game full of liars, it turns out that I'm the truth

Some say that rap's alive

It turns out that I'm the proof

'Cause the ones y'all though would save the day

Can't even tie my boots

The ones y'all thought could hang with me

Can't even tie my noose

Let these words be my bullets

****, I don't rhyme, I shoot, bang

Before I wake

I pray to the Lord

My soul to take

My soul to take

My soul to take

My soul to take

Lord, I been dreaming 'bout the paper

Get rich 'fore I see my life taper

I hope my mama get to see Jamaica

'Fore she meet her maker

I hoop, but never good enough

To ever be a Laker

But these words I recall got me ballin', Jordan

More than a rapper, this a natural disaster

Boy, I'm meaner than Katrina mixed with Gina

Shut up, Cole

This is for my **** back home, homes

What up, bro?

This is for them bitches that played me

What up, hoe ?

Nah I ain't made, it's sad

You went from bland to real bad

Two kids that don't even know they real dad

Real sad, baby girl, I wish you still had it

Then maybe you could get a taste of living Villematic

It's Cole, still at it

Y'all be talking 'bout the same shit and how I feel about it

Mama was a real addict

That's why I don't respect that lying ass white shit you talking

Cole planning funerals

You might fit the coffin

Before I wake

I pray to the Lord

My soul to take

My soul to take

My soul to take

My soul to take

Hey, uh

Get on your job little man, this ain't Saturday

We in two different lanes, you can't navigate

We in two different games, you playing Patty Cake

Brother you're lame, you're Shane Battier

You're outta shape

My mind run a mile a minute

The sky's the limit

I'm so high, I'm diving in it

My rides is tinted

My knob getting slobbed up in it

She hollering God

Man, you woulda thought that God was in it

But it's just a **** God invented

The best out

Foolish pride would make you not admit it

Well, if this shit ain't fire

****, why you nodding with it?

The hate in your blood can't stop your soul from vibing with it

Now you all conflicted

'Cause my flows is wicked

And my hoes is thicker

And all of yours is picking me

'Cause they know a star when they see a star, ****

Ain't even gotta fuck him to know he a raw ****

I got it in my bedroom, but cheer up, ****

You saved so many hoes, you a hero, ****

Medal of honor, I'm feeling on top

Like 'Pac when he slept with Madonna

Hey, this is death before dishonor

Get arrested and forget to tell my mama

She got enough to stress about

My **** gon' get me out

Then we hit the club with the thugs and the liquors

No criminal record, but I'm making criminal records

Isn't it ironic?

Isn't it iconic?

Jacket so expensive, you wouldn't even try on it

But it fit me perfect

I purchase it if I want it

The city on my shoulder, so no, girl, you can't cry on it

When you make a list of the greatest

Hey, am I on it?

Maybe not yet, but bitch, I got the clock set

It goes tick tock, game on lock

Sun gon' shine, but the rain won't stop

Oh, no

Hey

If I should die

Before I awake

I pray to the Lord

My soul to take

My soul to take

My soul to take