[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 n***as goin’ hard on that BlackPlanet sh**
Was finna go to college, need a BlackPlanet chick
While you was playin’ hard like a BlackPlanet Crip
Talk that sh** in real life I had to backhand a b**h
Remember back in ’99 my favorite rap Canibus
Bomm Sheltuh was the sh**, Nervous Reck and the clique
Put the battery in my back, gamme’ the gat and the clip
Now these hoes want a n***a phone number and a dick
‘Memba back in ’98 that’s when I first planned this sh**
Watch when I hit the streets these new n***as 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 life
‘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, sh**
You know powder blue suit, white Nike her
Hey she that n***a leftovers
You the microwave
The b**h 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 n***as 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 sh**s 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 n***a, you couldn’t tell me I wasn’t a little Penny n***a
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]
n***a, I thought I was going To Carolina n***a (I got it)
I coulda swore I was gunna be a Tarheel, n***a, Dean Smith n***a, You know?
It didn’t take long though,Figured I’m not balling my n***a
[Verse 3]
Look I’m 13 now ain’t sh** the same
Yea n***a still hoopin’ but the sh** done changed
I got a new love, addicted to rhymin’ it’s like a new drug
Plus a n***a sick with it
I’m f**in’ 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 f** is this about
Cause all that basketball sh** on my wall was gone
Replaced it with pictures of some rappers with firearms
And plus a couple posters of b**hes posing in thongs,
You n***as 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 f**in’ girls
Back then I knew I was the nicest n***a in the Ville
Right now I feel like I’m the illest n***a in the world
The World world word
[Outro/Hook]