J. Cole — Royal Flush

[Intro] Yeah, this is the... warm up [Verse 1] Okay, I roll up, hold up, look at how I showed up I blowed up, had a hole up in my pocket, now it's sewed up They feinin' for that crack, you know that rock, I got that product You niggas tryna stop it, better load up, I hang my coat up Aye, I'm gon' be here for a while so I smile, haters I'm on that green like a flower, like an alligator Now or later, I'm serving niggas; I'm a sound waiter Just tell me what you want, I bring that back an hour later Look how I cater, dog what you afraid of? Nothing They talking gangsta without no data, they fronting Jackie-Chan, Jean-Claude-Van-Dam, straight stunting I wish a nigga would say something I'm a Carolina nigga, boy I got it on my back Piggy back style I ain't talking 'bout no tat And I'ma rep the Ville in every city that I'm at And I guarantee I'm bringing home plaques Shoutout to my brother Zach, and my mother, I love ya [Break] [Verse 2] Yea look ain't that about a bitch? This nigga on his own dick They say I'm like the human body, I produce my own shit And I toot my horns, a star when I was born My name ain't James, my word is bond Yea shoutout to Canibus, had a similar line 98-99 Damn, that was the times never mind dwelling in the past You're listening to the future The flows gets tighter, them hoes get looser Then they wanna seduce ya like Medusa, be cool I said I got a girl, she told me, "Me too!" So that must mean you want a nigga to eat that seafood Baby don't be foolish but call her I'll watch her do it [Break] Yea and this is only "The Warm Up" yea