Grew Up Fast

[Intro: David Ruffin]

Sometimes I think about it

And my poor heart wants to die about it

Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost

And the way I got double crossed

By a guy who was my friend, I see him now and then

But I pretend I'm doing fine, when I'm about to lose my mind

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

Nigga I grew up fast, then blew up fast

Money fallin out my pockets I got too much cash

Can't fit nothin in her pockets she got too much ass like goddamn

Well if you must ask

We from the school of hard knocks but your crew cut class

Half white but don't think I got a Klu Klux pass

When I'm up in the V, police be fuckin with me

No sir no license all I got here is this fuckin degree

Move along cocksucker ain't nothin to see

Unless you talkin blockbusters, you niggas is not Russell

You more Diggy - me I'm more Biggie

No diss to the young boy im just rappin get bored quickly

Just to make up for that line invite him on tour with me

Show him the game let him finagle these whores with me

Run through they doors with me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night

Leave him there with two dykes probably change a nigga life right

What up Vanessa, I loved you that one semester

Thanks to my profession I balled like Uncle Fester

Thinkin about the board I use to have above the dresser

Half the shit I wrote down I did it, its old now got

New goals, plus my money on Manute Bol

Funny how my old highs is suddenly my new lows

Tired of every chick sayin she models before she swallow

So I only fuck with hat tricks, bitches with a few goals

[Bridge]

Niggas keep askin me how I feel how ya feel

It's Coleee

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

Not even slightly interested in what ya opinion is

I gotta greater purpose then a hater purpose

I'mma stack paper, hustle just to relax later

Serve niggas and bring change that's a waiter's purpose

Look how I made em nervous, niggas is shakin, I know they fakin'

Okay you a killer right, and Miss Cleo is Jamaican

And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and Beyonce datin'

And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad love from Satan

For fuckin Sanaa Lathan while Meagan Good is waitin'

I'm the deadbeat father of your little brother

In other words goddamnit I'm a bad motherfucker

It's Cole, it's only right I brought back the soul

Y'all got way too electro, damn near techno

Halfway homo, way too metro

Hennesy XO, Cole flow special

Style like Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row

Learn somethin boy, grow yo ass up

Cheap nigga if you was liquor I'd probably throw yo ass up

Matter a fact if you was grass I'd probably mow yo ass up

Last call for you old niggas go and pour yo last cup

[Outro: J. Cole]

Yea, yea, yea yea, Cole World

This nigga Ib...he's a bitch

He told me to talk shit to you niggas, so I'mma talk my shit

Dreamville in the building

I know what y'all want me to talk about, what y'all want to me to discuss

But we'll get to that later; them bitch ass niggas...

My nigga Big Sean in the building

My nigga Canei on the beat