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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
Performer
Ron Gilmore
Keyboards
Irvin Washington
Keyboards
David Linaburg
Guitar
Carlin White
Drums
Brittany Carter
Background Vocals
Dj Dummy
DJ
T.S. Rose Desandies
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deongelo Holmes
Songwriter
Eric Von Jackson Jr
Songwriter
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Songwriter
Dwight Andrews
Songwriter
Jermaine Cole
Songwriter
Ronald Gilmore
Songwriter
Dj Dummy
Percussion Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You wanna know just where I'm at
Let me tell you 'bout it
I put the city on the map
Let me tell you 'bout it
They tried to say I can't come back
Aye, let me tell you 'bout it
Man, fuck them ****'s, I come back
And let me tell you 'bout it
I wanna tell you 'bout it
[Verse 2]
Hands up, e'rybody run
Cole outside and he say he gotta gun
**** like, man, that's what everybody said
Go and pop the trunk and now everybody dead
Everybody scared of the ****
Aware that the **** is better
All my bitches the pick of the litter
Never bitter, **** is faker than anime
Me, I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, whoa
Eat the cake, bitch, eat the damn cake
Fuck good, ****, we demand great
Order Domino's then she take off all her clothes
****, you know how it go, make the pizza man wait
Hold up, hold up, hold up
The best kept secret
Even hoes try to keep it and I leak the damn tape
Ugh, rest in peace any **** want beef
Secret service couldn't keep the man safe
[Verse 3]
I said, to the window, to the wall
My **** ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck **** blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just you wanna be
So every day, I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me
[Verse 4]
Get off my dick, whoa
Get off my dick, whoa
Get off my dick, whoa
Get off my dick, whoa
[Verse 5]
Man, fuck them ****
I come home and I don't tell nobody
They getting temporary dough and I don't tell nobody
Lord, will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody
I wanna go back to Jermaine and I won't tell nobody
[Verse 6]
This is the part that the thugs skip
[Verse 7]
Young **** never had love
You know, foot massage, back rub shit
Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit
That is until I met you
Together, we done watch years go by
Seen a river of your tears go by
Got me thinking 'bout some kids, still I
Tell them hoes, come through
The breakup
[Verse 8]
Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about 'em
Won't be long 'fore you start to doubt 'em
Tell yourself you're better off without 'em
Then in time you will find, can't walk without
Can't talk without, can't breathe without 'em
Came here together, you can't leave without
So you walk back in, make a scene about
On your a Marie's
It's just one thing about 'em, it's called love
[Verse 9]
**** don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more
**** too busy turning up and shit, get money
It's called love
**** don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more
****, I don't sing about this shit no more
But every **** in the club singing
[Verse 10]
To the window, to the wall
My **** ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck **** blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just you wanna be
So every day, I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me
[Verse 11]
Get off my dick
But every **** in the club singing
Singing this song, yeah
Got all the bitches in the club singing
Singing this song, yeah
And all the mama's let their kids sing it
Sing this song, yeah
The baby mamas and the mistresses
[Verse 12]
Whoa
Oh, shit
Oh, up top, what's up
Hey
[Verse 13]
Why every rich black **** gotta be famous
Why every broke black **** gotta be brainless
That's stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's scenario
Young Cole pocket's fat like Lil' Terio
Dreamville, give us a year, we'll be on every show
Yeah, fuck ****, I'm very sure
[Verse 14]
Fuck the rest, I'm the best **** out
When I'm back home, I'm the best in the South
When I'm in L.A., I'm the best in the West
You can test, you can test, I'ma stress **** out
I'ma stress **** out
That go for all y'all, if I left **** out
This shit for everybody on my testicle
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth
Written by: Deongelo Holmes, Dwight Andrews, Eric Jackson, J. Cole, Jonathan Smith, Ron Gilmore