Released on May 4, 2007

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[Intro]

Yeah, DJ OnPoint (Yeah, DJ OnPoint)

This, this, this what you want (Uh, yeah)

Y'all already know what it is, y'all already know how I do (Fayettenam, nigga)

Had to come fuck with my nigga J. Cole (Uh, yeah, you're gonna love it)

The future of this rap shit, the hottest nigga to come out of North Carolina (Yeah, Carolina, nigga)

Listen to The Come Up, the mixtape

And you know why his name's OnPoint, 'cause he on point, pussy (Yeah, it's for the 'Ville, nigga)

Yeah, uh


[Verse]

Straight out the 'Ville and I made it, like a villain, I'm hated

I see 'em grillin', I ate it, though

Finna blow, inflatable, that's undebatable, uh

I'm givin' niggas food for thought, the flow is catered, yo

I'm never faded, though

Haters wanna see me broke, but me and the dough related, ho

It's like my only son, where I go, he comes

Niggas dumb to be braggin' 'bout that stupid shit

Nah, I don't stunt on niggas, I show 'em how to do this shit

I'm somethin' like the light-skin version of the very same baby

That the Virgin Mary raised, that's word to everything

Nigga, life a scary game, but I'm playin'

You sucker niggas lie in everything that you're sayin'

Shame on y'all, you tryna ball with the game on pause

A nigga pull the thing on y'all, y'all stain y'all draws

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog, I got protection

Lethal weapons and they aim on y'all, I'm like the man on Mars

I'm high as hell, watch me blow like I exhaled

I excel in this rap shit 'cause y'all spittin' that wack shit

And every nigga suddenly be rappin' 'bout that trap shit

So while you niggas copycat the cats that made classics

I just massacre the streets, I'm a master of the beats

And the rhymes, I'm rappin' for the freaks and the dimes

And I shine like a motherfuckin' diamond

You shine like a motherfuckin' dime, that's word to my mom

I don't mind if y'all niggas hate

Just know you hatin' on that nigga, nigga, get it straight

I'm spittin' hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

The kind of flow that make a nigga hyperventilate, uh, see, let me demonstrate

I grew up with nothin', it hurt me to see my mother poor

The only pops a nigga ever seen around was Huxtable

And so the muscle flow is somethin' you can't get no muzzle for

Look how the buzz'll grow, ballin' 'til the buzzer blow

Man, I'm hungry, does it show? Ain't nothin' funny, fuck a joke

I'm gettin' money 'til my pockets need a tummy tuck

I hope you niggas woke now, impermanently send you to Hell

You meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

Word on the streets is I'm the prince, nigga, check the splendor

And I can't wait to be the king, nigga, young Simba

Word on the streets is I'm the prince, nigga, check the splendor

And I can't wait to be the king, nigga, young Simba, nigga, yeah


[Outro]

Uh-uh, this for the 'Ville, nigga

Ah-ah, this for them real niggas

Yeah, J. Cole, nigga

It's The, The, The Come Up, nigga, uh

Told y'all niggas we ain't fuckin' around with you, this just the beginning (Yeah)

DJ OnPoint, J. Cole