[Verse 1]
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This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with
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Lord, know some hoes from the past like
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"Damn Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich"
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Well, should've asked
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It's funny how these niggas on some real "Be cool with me" shit
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I bagged two bitches like it's two of me bitch
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This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with
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Finally got my own bedroom in this bitch
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No more sleeping in my brother's room
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Like man I might as well be sleeping in my mother's room
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Cause how I'm supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here?
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Plus she gon' find out I been rocking all this old gear
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This is flow here, this is no fair
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This is so pure, this is so clear
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This is one breath, this is no air
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Ain't no wedding and I do the most here
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I'm the President you the co-chair
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You the player, yeah, I'm the coach here
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Nigga I coast here
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That's why they got me set up on this West Coast here
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Avoiding the snakes, AK's, and coke yeah
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Get my dick wet but I never let it soak there
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Man I been thinkin' bout movin' out
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What? Country boy in the city in New York nine years
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Ran that shit like Diddy
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Riding through South Side Queens like Fiddy
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[Hook]
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Nothing's impossible
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And all you lame niggas show me what not to do
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I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight
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She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you"
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I told her, "Aw baby don't stop! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!"
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She said, "You 'bout to miss church" while she riding me
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I like my Sundays with a cherry on top
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Make that ass drop
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Make that ass drop
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Make that ass drop
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Make that ass drop
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[Verse 2]
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Now if you only had one wish is it devious?
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Cause you already know who your genie is
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Can't get a cover now your mag on my penis
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Like damn he turned out to be a genius
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Damn real shit nigga no Pixar
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You niggas soft like Meagan Good's lips are
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My kicks hard, my whip hard
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I came out the womb with my dick hard
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Back when I was playing Stomp the Yard
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It be a bunch of niggas up on campus talking hard
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Don't get exposed to these hoes, boy, knock it off
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I seen your mama in a Benz when she dropped you off
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Damn now who more thorough than me?
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I paint a picture of my pain for the world to see
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Could paint a picture of the game but my girl would see
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Gotta ask myself, "What mean the world to me?"
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[Hook]
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Nothing's impossible
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And all you lame niggas show me what not to do
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I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight
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She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you"
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I told her, "Aw baby don't stop! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!"
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She said, "You 'bout to miss church" while she riding me
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I like my Sundays with a cherry on top
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Make that ass drop
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Make that ass drop
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Make that ass drop
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Make that ass drop
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[Verse 3]
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This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with
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A little Fayettenam nigga out in Beverly Hills
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That's when I ran into this chick I went to college with
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Yeah back when a nigga was on scholarship
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Was in a rush but I still stopped to holla, shit
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That's the least I owed her cause see I tried to hit
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On the first night, nah I ain't proud of it
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I boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of it
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And I never called back, how thoughtfuless
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Now I'm standing in the streets tryna politic with her
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In her mind she calling me a misogynist nigga
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On some Bobby Brown shit my prerogative nigga is to hit and never commit
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Now realizing when I hit she never forgets
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So every time I ignore the telephone call
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Saying I'll hit her back knowing I'm never gon' call
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She was hurting, now she staring dead in my face, she was smirking
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Like, "Yeah I remember and nah you ain't worth shit, nigga
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You ain't worth shit, nigga"
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This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with
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Land Of The Snakes
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J. Cole |