[Intro: DJ Khaled]

Cole World (Cole world, Cole world)

DJ Khaled

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

Yeah, back from the dead like Michael Jackson in red jackets

With naps in my head, who's white or black? It's a rare package

Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and neck with them square rappers

My guest room's got platinum plaques and a air mattress

No time for furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you

Watching you, learning you, word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you

Sure the thought didn't occur to you, my next album flop

Then I'm goin pop like Nelly with tops dropped on convertible

Porsches, born sinner, not burning no crosses

Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double digits

I gotta do somethin', fightin' depression, I'm trying my nigga

But everytime I think about it, I'm cryin' my nigga

Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets

I reak of the scent of a vendetta that's deep

I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce back

They love to hear a black nigga count stacks, count stacks

[Pre-Chorus: J. Cole]

Forty-thousand in my pocket, you see it

Another twenty on the way, you see it (Ay)

I got a fist full of dollars, you see it (Uh)

Five hundred for the Js, you see it (Ay)

I got money out the ass, you see it

I thought I'd never see the day, you see it (Ay)

They put a price on my head, you see it

But they won't ever have to pay, you see it (Ay yeah)

I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed

'Cause Heaven seems a million miles away

I dreamed of all the things that I would say on that day

[Chorus: J. Cole]

But for now I'm cooking up in Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing

I'll get out of Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen

Tell my story, I'm just hopin' they'll listen

Cooking up in Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing

I'll get out of Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen

One day, hey

[Verse 2: Bas]

Yeah, omission's usually, an admission of guilt

Hari-kari yourself, all the way to the hilt

You get nothin', no love, zip, zero and zilch

We don't mention you lames, man I be pleadin' the fifth

There's a Judas in every crew, concealing a kiss

Kiss of death, let's put the rest all to tedious bits

Fuck's sake, you niggas emanate effeminate traits

Bitch nigga, we could never relate

Nah, cause man, you niggas is birds

You learn that at bird school or somethin'?

You eaten that bird food or somethin?

You sick with that bird flu or somethin'?

That's my word, cause every where I turn

When folks I known for years that couldn't pronounce my name

And asking me for pictures, there's something 'bout this game

It's somethin' for the bitches

It's somethin' for the bitches

[Pre-Chorus: J. Cole]

Forty-thousand in my pocket, you see it

Another twenty on the way, you see it (Ay)

I got a fist full of dollars, you see it (Uh)

Five hundred for the Js, you see it (Ay)

I got money out the ass, you see it

I thought I'd never see the day, you see it (Ay)

They put a price on my head, you see it

But they won't ever have to pay, you see it (Ay yeah)

I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed

'Cause Heaven seems a million miles away

I dreamed of all the things that I would say on that day

[Chorus: J. Cole]

But for now I'm cooking up in Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing

I'll get out of Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen

Tell my story, I'm just hopin' they'll listen

Cooking up in Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing

I'll get out of Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen

One day, hey