Quote Me

Lyrics

[Intro] 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) [Verse] 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, its 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 niggas 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 a 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 bitches 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 [Outro] Woo (Shit) Oh shit, motherfucker, haha (DJ OnPoint) Oh shit, and I'm sick, bitch, holla at me You know Fuck boy Yeah Shout to Trackville, my nigga Hussein 165 Flava, Jamaica Ave