J. Cole — Grown Simba

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, uh [Verse 1] Now, I was dreaming 'bout a deal at the age of thirteen I was fiending for the mills, I ain't talking 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 hating, 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 Something 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 letting all my niggas grab a plate Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phonies These niggas heard about me, now they acting like they know me [Chorus] Keep on saying, “Where you going, nigga?” Shit, it ain't no telling, huh, yeah “Ayy, where you going, nigga?” Hey, it ain't no telling, yeah They keep on saying “Where you going, nigga?” Going, nigga Ayy, it ain't no telling (Yeah) Can’t tell you where I’m going, just know I won't stop Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top, ugh [Verse 2] Pardon the interruption, a proper introduction is necessary When your shit is legendary, man Greedy niggas wouldn’t let me in the cafeteria'n 'Cause they ain't believe, suddenly they Presbyterian The hoes is librarians; they looking me up She got to Jones like Marion, she licking me up Then we cut, look how she say my name I got her moaning, "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 Conversing 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 [Chorus] Now, they yelling, “Where you going, nigga?” Shit, it ain't no telling, huh, yeah “Ay, where you going, nigga?” Shit, it ain't no telling, yeah They keep on saying “Where you going, nigga?” Going, nigga It ain't no telling, yeah I can’t tell you where I’m going, just know I won't stop Goodbye to the bottom (Yeah), hello to the top, yeah [Verse 3] I left the city for a minute, but it's still on my back Told my niggas "Ay, I'm finna put the Ville on the map I'll be back, and I'm coming with a deal and a plaque." 'Cause I'm ill, bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap Pouring 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 Sneaking in her crib, but her momma never caught us What they taught us? Man, them bad bitches only want the ballers, the starters We hooping, now the hoes wanna guard us Ugh, okay, so play D—know what I mean? And I, I, I'll put you on the team Man, this life is but a dream, and I need a fast car Bad broads, fast forward; passport, I'm a fucking rap star [Outro] “Ayy, where you going, nigga?” Shit, it ain't no telling, yeah They say this life is but a dream, well, I need a fast car Bad broads, fast forward; passport, I'm a fucking rap star “Ayy, where you going, nigga?" Yeah, it ain't no telling