J. Cole - I Really Mean It (Freestyle) lyrics

Yeah, The Warm Up Lemme stretch out Yeah [Verse 1] They say I'm the down south Nas The east coast Pac The Carolina Andre The Fayettenam Kanye So join it, ya can't beat it To all the nonbelievers If you missed it I'll repeat it I'm the light skinned Jesus Here's my thesis for them n***as with them pieces like Reese's We ballin while we winking at your b**h up in the bleachers She fiending just to hop up on my sh** Like she was featured on that piece of sh**, man Keep on squeaking like some sneakers on the court Here's some lines you can snort Food for thought here's a fork No pork, dammit keep it pure, organic What's the score? Lord it's a blowout You n***as out here shoutin but see me I'm just gonna show out b**hes destiny no doubt n***as testing me more but I'm sure Look homie I know my sh** can give a tour of the sewer I'm bored this sh** is simple On instrumentals I'm Kimbo, slicing on any tempo I'm busting like many pimples on the temple Go hard like I just seen some nipples on Beyonce No disrespect to HOV but if I didn't I'd be beyond gay I almost erased them lines but in the end I chose to keep em Cause if I said it, I really, I really, I really mean it [Interlude] Yeah and that's just a Warm Up baby Lemme give it to 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, look, n***a [Verse 2] I rep my city in your city Just to let you n***as know just where I'm comin from Ville' n***a troublesome Gats all around n***as waist like a cummerbund Leave you leakin' 'til the plumber come Still we ain't running from no man Look b**h I'm hot enough to melt a snowman Ey pack your bags mama we gettin the f** up outta Po' land Cause I'm programmed for the dough While you hold hands with a ho You ain't got no chance when I flow b**h I was a grown man when I was four Boy, so sit your a** down You lookin at the cla** clown Slash valedictorian, slash hoopin n***a best dressed Back in school you was just a stupid n***a And now you're rappin all you talk bout your Coupe is sicker Your top is dropped but the cops is out here shootin n***as Stupid n***a, see me I rather tell the truth to n***as You out here stuntin, n***as is out here frontin n***a you good for nothin I'm freestylin coming off the dome b**h Macaulay Culkin Home Alone I don't even know why I said that And b**h I get bread that's enormous Ya'll n***as on my dick man I'm dormant That means I'm on the low, that means I'm on your ho That means I'm about this dough n***a I'm coming off the dome b**h I'm I'll all the way to the chromosomes in my body b**h get hit with a 12-gauge shotty No Maserati, driving like Mr Cosby n***a know I'm coming through I got the sicker flow I've hit them motherf**in n***as with that n***a know that drunk sh** I'll sh** Comin through I spill sh** like whoops, b**h You need to read a book b**h (Fade Out with J. Cole still rapping)