Key: A minor
Verse 1
Am
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Now I was
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
G
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
dreamin' 'bout a deal at the age of thirteen
I was fiendin' for the mils,
I ain't talkin' Burger King
Some of my niggas in the Ville,
all they did was serve fiends
Fuck scales, I had skills,
all day rehearsing
Them pretty boys had them gals,
spent they time flirting
All they wanted was some waves
like they fucking surfing
Hold up now, don't get it twisted,
I ain't hatin', do your thing
I was like a young Simba,
couldn't wait to be the king
Now, a nigga is the prince
Hopped over the fence where
the grass way greener
Look at shawty ass, way meaner
Somethin' like Serena mixed with Trina,
have you seen her?
She fine enough to be Ms. Howard,
word to Adina
My money like a senior, watch it graduate
Now it's time to eat,
I'm lettin' all my niggas grab a plate
Gravitate to real shit,
stay away from phonies
These niggas heard about me, now
they actin' like they know me
Verse 2
you goin', nigga?"
G
Dm
Shit, it ain't no tellin',
huh, yeah
G
nigga?"
Verse 3
hello to the top, uh
A proper introduction is necessary when
your shit is legendary, man
Greedy niggas wouldn't let me in
the cafeterian
'Cause they ain't believe,
suddenly they Presbyterian
The hoes is librarians,
they lookin' me up
She got a jones like Marion,
she lickin' me up
Then we cut, look how she say my name
I got her moanin', "J. Cole," they used to say,
"Jermaine"
I never change, I'm like a corpse in a coffin,
six feet, shit's deep
I was low, just a dollar and
some hope fixed me
'Cause I was broke,
plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser
Lord, please let my problems
disappear like Ron Mercer
I'm a star, Converses
Conversin' with them girls with
them curves like cursive
They open like curtains
'Cause my shit is unheard
of like curses on the radio
Same bitches used to play me, though
Verse 4
you goin', nigga?"
G
Dm
Shit, it ain't no tellin',
huh, yeah
G
Dm
Shit, it ain't no tellin', yeah
nigga?" Goin', nigga
G
Dm
It ain't no tellin', yeah
Dm
Goodbye to the bottom (yeah), hello to the top,
Am
yeah
Verse 5
but it's still on my back
Told my niggas, "Ayy, I'm finna
put the Ville on the map"
"I'll be back, and I'm comin'
with a deal and a plaque"
'Cause I'm ill, bitch,
they couldn't make a pill for the rap
Pourin' liquor for my niggas that was killed,
send 'em back
Came home, shit is real,
niggas still in the trap
Hold up now, don't get it twisted,
if you slang, do your thing
Me, I'm like a young Simba,
I can't wait to be the king, witness the dream
Straight out that Carolina water,
I was brought up
In the city where the skinny
niggas tryna be the ballers
Ain't no fathers,
but the skinny niggas tryna hit they daughters
Sneakin' in her crib,
but her mama never caught us
What they taught us?
Man, them bad bitches only want the
ballers and starters
We hoopin',
now the hoes wanna guard us
Man, this life is but a dream
and I need a fast car
Verse 6
"Ayy, where you goin', nigga?"
G
Dm
Shit, it ain't no tellin', yeah
I'm a fuckin' rap star
G
Dm
Yeah, it ain't no tellin'
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