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PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Tanikka Myers
Tanikka Myers
Background Vocals
Yolanda DeBerry
Yolanda DeBerry
Background Vocals
Arrested Development
Arrested Development
Sampled Artist
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Sampled Artist
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
James Mtume
James Mtume
Songwriter
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Songwriter
Sylvester Stewart
Sylvester Stewart
Songwriter
Todd Thomas
Todd Thomas
Songwriter
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Songwriter
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Songwriter
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Sam Giannelli
Sam Giannelli
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Roc Nation
Roc Nation
Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's way darker this time
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Now I'm in the limelight, 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
[Verse 3]
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Sometimes I'm real like Pac
Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got
Sometimes I focus on the dough, look at these bills I got
This is a message for some rappers tryna steal my spot
You **** famous on the Internet, I'm real-life hot
Homie, get your weight up
Fake **** get sprayed up
My verbal AK slay faggots, and I don't mean no disrespect
Whenever I say faggot, okay faggot?
Don't be so sensitive, if you wan' get fucked in the ass
That's between you and whoever else's dick it is
Pause, maybe that line was too far
Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are
And who can blame ya, Boy Meets World
I'm tryna find a new Topanga
And bang her out, no hanging out
My pops was club hoppin' back when Rick James was out
And all I get is Trinidad James, wait a minute that's strange
Sip a bit of champagne, say fuck
If the hoes like it, I love it ****, ****, ****
Used to watch Rap City, Big Tigga, Tigga
Rap nerd, even copped Rah Digga Digga
Pac had a **** saying fuck Jigga, fuck Biggie
I was only like eleven, so forgive me
A decade later, I be all up in the city
Tryna get Hov to fuck with me
With a burned CD full of jams, that was up in my hand
When he said he didn't want it, it was "fuck him" again
One day, he gon' regret playin' me
Little did I know, in a year he'd be fuckin' payin' me
What could you say to me, I beat the odds like Vegas
I used to rap about haters, before **** was hating me
Now they hate to see a young black man with a college degree
Fuckin' all these little models for free
Pardon me, sometimes I brag like Hov
[Verse 4]
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
[Verse 5]
Got game back and I ain't never letting go
I'm the prince of the city, I studied Machiavelli
You **** couldn't blow with C4 strapped to your belly
I snuck up out the parks where **** be livin' heartless
And cannot tell the difference between Iraqi, Israeli
And so I'm wondering really, what could you actually tell me
I'm tryin' keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully
So back with this pen to give back for my sins
Took a black president to tell the Japanese "sorry"
But who the fuck gon' tell my **** "sorry"
Never seen his pops 'cause he's sorry
Fuck the education, would ask for reparations
But I'm probably just gon' go on 'bout Ferraris, vroom
Please forgive him
According to the preacher man, he needs Jesus in him
But the devil run the TV, so the demons in him
I'm in trouble, did a deal with the devil, now I'm pleading with him
Like, "Give me my soul"
[Verse 6]
My ****
I ain't never letting you go again
I ain't never letting go
I ain't never letting you go again (Please give me my soul)
I ain't never letting go
I ain't never letting you go again (Please give me my soul)
I ain't never letting go
[Verse 7]
The devil don't play fair
I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati
Fuck everybody
I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati
Fuck everybody
I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati
Fuck everybody
I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati
[Verse 8]
This next three bars is dedicated to the retards
Keep on asking me about the Illuminati
Is you stupid ****?
Young black millionaire, old white billionaires
I'm sure that they can do without me
And I ain't really into sacrificing human bodies
Couple more As, I woulda been a summa cum laude
Beyonce told me that she want to cop the blue Bugatti
That shit is more than what I'm worth, I think she knew it probably
Well, this is awkward, awkward
Wanna know what else is really awkward, awkward?
When **** buy rings for bitches I had flings with
I'm prayin' I don't see 'em at the Oscars, Oscars
[Verse 9]
Readjusting my target audience
'Cause it's obvious I've gone astray, losing my way like Timberlake
Produced by Timbaland on that goddamn FutureSex/LoveSounds
What's playing in my mind, just the sound of my whole career
Crash and burn, is the thing that I mostly fear
Was on track for the first two years
Until I let the devil steer, now what have we here
Mask my tears, but I
[Verse 10]
I ain't never letting go
I ain't never letting you go again
I ain't never letting go
I ain't never letting you go again
I ain't never letting go
I ain't never letting you go again
I ain't never letting go
[Verse 11]
Allow me to re-introduce myself (I ain't never letting you go again)
My name is Cole
My ****
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Allow me to re-introduce myself
My name is Cole
My ****
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner
Written by: Christopher Wallace, James Mtume, Jermaine Cole, R. Kelly, Sean Combs, Sylvester Stewart, Todd Thomas
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