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PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Brion "Nervous Reck"
Brion "Nervous Reck"
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brion Unger
Brion Unger
Songwriter
Mark Farner
Mark Farner
Songwriter
Manzel Bush
Manzel Bush
Songwriter
Jermaine Cole
Jermaine Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer
Anderson "Vinylz" Hernandez
Anderson "Vinylz" Hernandez
Additional Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Dreamville
Dreamville
Executive Producer
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Roc Nation
Roc Nation
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Jack Mason
Jack Mason
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Yah, Yah, Yah, Yeah (Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah) Yah, Yah, Yah, Yeah (Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah) Yah, Yah, Yeah, Yah, Yah (Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah) Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah (Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah) Nigga, why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for you, either way it go Tell me, girl, why you be stressin' me for time? (Time, time, time, time, time, time) When you tell me you love me Can't you see I'm tryna climb? Damn, my nigga, why you actin' like a bitch? (Bitch, bitch, bitch) If you scared to take a chance How the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here, baby, why you always insecure? ('Cure, cure, cure, cure, cure, cure) Hold on tight to a nigga and be sure Yeah, ain't a way around it no more, I am the greatest A lot of niggas sat on the throne, I am the latest I am the bravest, go toe to toe with the giants I ain't afraid of you niggas, I'll end up fadin' you niggas 'Fore it's all said and done, this nigga need medicine My Uzi, it weighed a ton, I need me a better gun In fact I just might need two, 'cause niggas say they're the one And I got somethin' to prove Forgive me, Lord, here they come, blow Nigga, why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for you, either way it go Tell me, girl, why you be stressin' me for time? (Time, time, time, time, time, time) When you tell me you love me Can't you see I'm tryna climb? Damn, my nigga, why you actin' like a bitch? (Bitch, bitch, bitch) If you scared to take a chance How the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here, baby, why you always insecure? ('Cure, cure, cure, cure, cure, cure) Hold on tight to a nigga and be sure My inhibition's fightin' my intuition Premature premonition, showin' me the demolition Of these phony niggas, so ahead of my time Even when I rhyme about the future I be reminiscin' You want the truth? Well, come and listen I'm like that time you bagged a dime And checked your phone and saw it was a number missin' As fate passes you by, half of you try The other half of you fried, too high to actually fly One day y'all have to decide, who you gon' be A scary nigga or a nigga that's gon' rule like me Keep it true like me, Cole, you might be Like the new Ice Cube, meets the new Ice-T Meets 2 Live Crew, meets the new Spike Lee Meets Bruce like Wayne, meets Bruce like Lee Meets '02 Lil Wayne, in a new white tee Meets KD, ain't no nigga that can shoot like me, blow Nigga, why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for you, either way it go Tell me, girl, why you be stressin' me for time? (Time, time, time, time, time, time) When you tell me you love me Can't you see I'm tryna climb? Damn, my nigga, why you actin' like a bitch? (Bitch, bitch, bitch) If you scared to take a chance How the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here, baby, why you always insecure? ('Cure, cure, cure, cure, cure, cure) Hold on tight to a nigga and be sure Who's the king? Came from the bottom, nigga, with stains on my shirt What you expected from me, I came from the dirt (Who's the king?) Money my motivator, the songs that I sing Picture a peasant passin' from pawn to a king (Who's the king?) You tell me you still love me, if so then let me go Will I return or will I burn, never know (Who's the king?) Look in my eyes and see the future But don't sugar coat it (Yeah) Listen, history repeats itself and that's just how it goes Same way that these rappers always bite each other's flows Same thing that my nigga Elvis did with rock 'n' roll Justin Timberlake, Eminem and then Macklemore While silly niggas argue over who gon' snatch the crown Look around, my nigga, white people have snatched the sound This year I'll pro'ly go to the awards dappered down Watch Iggy win a Grammy as I try to crack a smile I'm just playin', but all good jokes contain true shit Same rope you climb up on, they hang you with But not Jermaine, my aim too sick I bang, nigga, I came to bring the pain my brain too quick You see how I maneuver this game, I ain't stupid I recognize that life is a dream, and I dream lucid And break the chains and change minds One verse at a time, and claim 2-6, 2-6 If the shoe fits, who's the king? We all kings (We all kings, nigga) Kings of ourselves first and foremost (True) While the people debate who's the king of this rap game (he-he, ha-ha) Here comes little ol' Jermaine With every ounce of strength in his veins To snatch the crown from whoever y'all think has it (True) But rather than place it on his head as soon as he grabs it Poof, boom, paow, it's like magic With a flash and a bang, the crown disintegrates And falls to the Earth from which it came It's done Ain't gon' be no more kings (Ain't gon' be no more kings) Be wary of any man that claims Because deep down he clings onto the need for power (Mm) In reality he's a coward (Mm) Ultimately he's scared to die And sometimes so am I But when I'm in tune with the most high I realize, the fear lies In my lack of awareness of the other side (The other side, ay) Today I know that we are the same, are the same, you and I (Yes, sir) Different kind of skin, different set of eyes Two different minds, but only one God (It's only one God, nigga) It's for all the kings (Uh) 'Cause I know deep down every poet just wanna be loved
Writer(s): Mark Farner, Jermaine L. Cole, Manzel S. Bush, Brion Daniel Unger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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