歌手:J. Cole
专辑:《The Come Up Mixtape Vol. 1》

Let me try this
Money coming soon
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Omen what up *****?
Gimme my money, man, why else would a ***** be grinding?
Out for them diamonds, dog, how else could a ***** be shining?
I'm glowing, knowing that the flow intact
Get this record deal, I swear to God, my first 'mil I'm blowing that!
Like **** it I know I'll grow it back, ****, it's nothing
Funny how blacks spend dough on mad **** for stuntin'
But ****, that's all we know man, thats how a *****s raised
You learn bout two things: getting *****, getting paid
And you should be gettin' laid by the time you in ninth grade
So *****s lying on they **** and hoes giving nice brain, yea
In class dreamin' bout having these nice things
And then you look around and wonder why you strugglin'
But them whites ain't
I brush it off like, "**** it, it's motivation."
Some *****s gotta walk through life, some *****s roller skating
Some *****s bypassing steps, some *****s chose to take 'em
And for that fortune, man, some *****s sold their soul to Satan
But **** it man, I ain't hatin,' I gotta go for mines
My little God-sister pregnant now, I put in overtime
On my grind, yea, just like the ***** making Folgers
I'm focused, on my bite, like a cobra, I'm tryna get my Oprah on
These hoes is crying cuz I won't pay 'em attention
Time is money, *****, and a ***** payin tuition
Real *****s hustle by using their intuition
While these fake *****s ain't into doing, they into wishin,'
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm talking Benjamins, *****
Grants *****
From Washingtons, man
Tired of those
Yeah!
Till I'm rich, ain't no reason to settle *****
Its greed that make a ***** wink at the devil to get that cheese
You *****s couldn't think at my level, even with trees
You couldn't get this deep with a shovel, now *****, please
I'm chasing G's tryna throw some diamonds on them freeze
Sick ****, sneeze on some thousand-dollar sleeves
Ease to the top and I'm not finna leave till I'm hot
But my watch gotta breeze, a south *****
Boy, I'm shining without the diamonds in my mouth
Out grindin' while you reclining on your couch
I'm climbing, you haters blinded by the doubt
My *****s riding is devout
So talking violence out yo' mouth
And you gonna find what I'm about, *****!
Far from a slouch, *****, I ain't gonna parle with y'all
I'll probably hit ya, my hand game like Bobby Fisher
But check, them checks is all a ***** thinking
For them Presidents, I'll treat a ***** like Lincoln