J. Cole — I Got It

[Intro] Yeah, Hey, Warmup Hey yeah J. Cole, cause I got it yea Hey warm up, yea hey uh yea Cause I got it [Verse 1] I remember me and my niggas goin' hard on that BlackPlanet shit Was finna go to college, need a BlackPlanet chick While you was playin' hard like a BlackPlanet Crip Talk that shit in real life I had to backhand a bitch Remember back in '99 my favorite rap Canibus Bomm Sheltuh was the shit, Nervous Reck and the clique Put the battery in my back, gamme' the gat and the clip Now these hoes want a nigga phone number and a dick 'Memba back in '98 that's when I first planned this shit Watch when I hit the streets these new niggas can't exist When ya'll was wearin' rap diapers I was tearin' down cyphers This ain't no overnight I put in time like a lifer 'Memba back in middle school they used to think that I was hyper Now I throw the Ritalin in my flow, get 'em hyper Watch for vipers, that girl is a snake He gon' wife her, shit You know powder blue suit, white Nike her Hey she that nigga leftovers You the microwave The bitch done seen more clubs than Tiger, (aye) Get a driver plate, while he drive away Yea you was almost fly but your flight delayed A little late boy Me and my niggas been eatin' off little plates boy And yeah I'm hungry so trust me don't feel safe boy This is Carolina's finest I'm high without the marijuana, honest, I promise [Hook] Yeah, Fayettenam Yea, you know that I got it Yea you know man I'm a sure shot right now homie, I got it [Verse 2] Ay 1996, my own room now, I'm hangin' posters up Holes up in the wall my stepfather said I ain't supposed to But I'm hoop dreamin', hangin up pictures of my idols Jordan was like Jesus, SLAM was like the Bible I used to read it twice and cut the pictures out Had the Jordan free throw dunk tongue stickin' out Focused tryna' figure out, should I leave it here or move it there Even hung them shits on the ceiling I had to use a chair Cause I was only like eleven, ain't even had no pubic hair Told my mama when I make the league I promise you a crib And I meant it, was ill wit the pill Real skinny nigga, you couldn't tell me I wasn't a little Penny nigga Pictures of Reggie Miller, even David Robinson Kobe with the half-fro Stackhouse and Iverson Was all over, reflectin' my life, boy, you heard me Top it off I throw on my Carolina jersey, fo' real [Hook] Nigga, I thought I was going To Carolina Nigga (I got it) I coulda swore I was gunna be a Tarheel, Nigga, Dean Smith Nigga, You know? It didn't take long though,Figured I'm not balling my nigga [Verse 3] Look I'm 13 now ain't shit the same Yea nigga still hoopin' but the shit done changed I got a new love, addicted to rhymin' it's like a new drug Plus a nigga sick with it I'm fuckin' whole crews up And all hell, I started studying my idols Pac was like Jesus, The Source was the Bible I used to read it twice and cut the pictures out I know my Mama wonderin', what the fuck is this about Cause all that basketball shit on my wall was gone Replaced it with pictures of some rappers with firearms And plus a couple posters of bitches posing in thongs, You niggas was mowing lawns I was in here writing songs PUT ME ON I just wanna be the best for real I wasn't doing it for no money or no fuckin' girls Back then I knew I was the nicest nigga in the Ville Right now I feel like I'm the illest nigga in the world The World world word [Outro/Hook]