Artist: J. Cole Album: Any Given Sunday #2 EP (Mixtape) Song: Be (Freestyle) Typed by: AZ Lyrics Cole world, cold blooded Trapping niggas at my shows and them hoes love it Backpacking niggas with the afroes love it So don't holla at a nigga if you got no budget Trying to get my braid up, nope not talking cornrolls Trying to get my grade up, oh, look how my score rolls Playing Jigga hits he say "good, make more of those" Cole got delivery bitch, you got digornoes They fucking with me because I'm real as shit Well if you feel this shit, here goes some realer shit I signed a big deal and went to the dealership Man they took one look at my credit and said forget it Now I'm in this train with a mil to my name Ain't shit changed because I still feel the pain Like a gym or a rim dog, I'm built for the game Something like a pimp because I'm still with the caine' Unh, a little drug dealer reference what, I can't try These niggas out here lying, why can't I Flashbacks where my teacher told me I can't fly Then he looked at nigga crazy because I say why Now look, no wings but I'm flier than the birds Co-signer on a beamer, but it's whiter than the burbs Something like a genius, but man I've done been a nerd Just choosing bad bitches while admiring the curves That might have been a noun, that might have been a verb But I'm just trying to find what you hiding in that skirt Hey Cole got it coming now he might've been the first So she only fuck with him like a choir in a church Good God, momma told him get a good job Be a doctor or a lawyer, if you're black they won't employ ya' Well nigga I'mma show ya', this that Jesse Jackson uh Firmative; action so master I'm taxing uh Don't let the cover fool ya', bitch I ain't no freshman In my own class man, I write my own passes I hear the shots fired, yeah I see the stones casted My shit is already fire, don't gas it Niggas hear my album say sound like a classic Niggas say your album might not even see the plastic Bastard, how you gonna match with a nigga Who done mastered the shit you practice Catch this, a real nigga til' the day of my casket Put on for my city like my favorite jacket Man you gonna wear that every god damn night Know that I'm paid for this shit, nigga you God damn right