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Still the Hottest
J. Cole
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Uh, what if somebody from the ville that was ill
Got a deal on the hottest rap label around?
But he wasn't talkin' 'bout coke and birds
This is more like spoken word
Can't you see I'm putting it down?
Uh, what if somebody from the ville that was ill
Got a deal on the hottest rap label around?
But he wasn't talkin' 'bout coke and birds
This is more like spoken word
Can't you see I'm putting it down?
Look, this is the Roc bitch
The new Roc bitch
They had it locked well I just copped a new lock bitch
Look how I hit 'em up I'm on some 2Pac shit
We take it to a higher level two octaves
Cole, nigga I'm vicious with the flow
Don't take no cristal ball to predict that I would blow so quick
Get on your current events
Oh you ain't heard of that quit
No endurance, no insurance
You should be so embarrassed
Nigga you could have signed me
Now you little artist is garbage running behind me so
You wanna drop a man, your litter too much
Now get back to rap you niggas Twittter too much
But I keep it hood I could fit in Ku Klux
I ain't bitter with you pitiful fuck niggas
Couldn't tie my tennis shoes
Couldn't reach this high if you hit a few blunts
Sound like who? Uh bitches you nuts, please
I run circles round these rap urkels
And if he act Hercules then he get smacked purple
Relax this is the Roc and guess who stuntin' for us
And yeah I run my own show nigga Martin Lawrence
Young Boy outta Philly who was ill got a deal
On the hottest rap label around (yeah)
And way before he put together words
Them niggas was selling birds
Guess who puttin' it down?
This is the Roc trick that old Roc shit (yeah)
I got it locked, I supply the whole block bitch (haha)
Gimme the loot listen to that old BIG shit
And we don't care about no vest's get your wig hit (blast)
See that boy vicious on the mic (uh)
Flow tighter than a girdle on bitches on a flight
Tight, pray for a bright day visions of a night
Good weed, little liquor pretty bitches get me right (uh)
Baby I'm a baller, I was born in March Madness
What's the clarity it's a little bit flaw in y'all karats
Silly rabbits little bastards nigga all of y'all average
I be the youngest Jackson with the glove I'm the baddest
We get the baddest whore's dime a dozen on tour
Box 'em out in the paint, d-cousins on boards
Hip hop deserve more for the strength of what we saw
Give an encore for Biggie Smalls Shakur (yeah)
Big L and Pun, rest in peace to Pimp (yeah)
The way they paved the way I could never be content
Give it up to underdog, highly underrated
And this ones dedicated to the ones appreciated
Good look
Cole, Chris, yeah
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