J. Cole - Atlantic City Freestyle lyrics

No album to my name and I'm already hot You could say I'm preheated If money talks, mine telling yours to be seated Cut my leg off, I wouldn't be defeated Illest n***a in the game, b**h And you can retweet it E-mail the sh**, make sure you Cc it For these f** n***as who don't want to believe it I be in the airport, damn near barefoot Security hollering out “Cole, we need it!” Getting high as f** and I don't even be weeded No point drinking, I can't even be faded Real recognize real like they related You ain't no f**ing G, boy Your style G-rated Hatred is flattery, glad to be hated f**ing bad b**hes that would rather be dated Carolina n***as just glad that he made it My money was running late, now it's happy belated