Текст песни Quote Me - J. Cole

J. Cole, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah, yo
Bear with a nigga, man, I got a lil' head cold, you know?
We gon' call this one "Quote Me"
I'll still kill it, nigga, show y'all niggas how to do (Yeah)
Real quick, uh
It's The Come Up
DJ OnPoint, J. Cole (Uh)

You know what they say, the window to the soul is in the eyes
So disrespect a nigga, I will close a nigga blinds
Yeah, who can hold us? Super focused
Shoot them hoes with the Super Soaker, I got 'em so wet (Ha)
Fuck that Moët, I'm Hennessy drinkin'
Wonder what my enemies' thinkin'
Nervous? Nigga, please, I'm finna be cakin'
With dough, so much bread, it's like a nigga be bakin'
Watch so cold, it's like the shit'll need blankets
Money comin' soon, tell my niggas, "Be patient"
We gon' replace them whips with some sicker ones
We gon' erase them chicks for some thicker ones
Hit and run, bigger funds
But still can't forget to pour liquor
As I reminisce on them nigga that couldn't come
Rest in peace, can't control another man's destiny
So I do what's best for me
I know you fake niggas well, ain't no test to me
On my plate is my meal, ain't no recipe for that
So nigga, chill, or the TEC'll speak, blat
Them niggas will put you chest to feet
I'm talkin' reckless
What you expect, nigga? I'm flexin'
Y'all dyslexic, got a nigga twisted
Never shot a nigga, I don't gotta get convicted
'Cause if I say the word, your whole squad is gettin' lifted
What up then? Niggas ain't sayin' nothin'?
Shut up then
Wouldn't last a minute in the city I grew up in
Where I got my swag, cool as the breeze is
Chip on my shoulder, I walk like I'm Jesus
'Bout that paper, we could give a fuck if you believe us
Lookin' for model divas that barely speak English
Fuck 'em while we rich, 'cause when we broke, they gon' leave us
We earn stripes, lookin' like zebras
Y'all lookin' like Adidas
We do it for the streets 'cause they need us (Yeah)
Got beef? Come meet us, okay, I thought so
Y'all niggas are so mad 'cause I floss so bad on bitch
And with this stroke, I'm Picasso
Make her stomach feel the fossil
Now she yellin' out "God" so much I thought I had her singin' gospel
Shit, shout out to my apostles, you know me
Nicest nigga in the South, yeah, you can quote me

Woo (Shit)
Oh sit, motherfucker, haha (DJ OnPoint)
Oh shit, and I'm sick, bitch, holla at me
You know
Fuck boy
Yeah
Shout out to Trackville, my nigga Hussein
165 Flava, Jamaica Ave