J. Cole - Back To The Topic lyrics

Carolina blue kicks, pedal to the metal Feeling like a puppet and the Devil is Geppetto Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high You can pick apart my raps, I ain’t told ya na’ lie I want a little dark, I like to f** a tan line Go on, look for a better n***a: girl you can’t find Fine young man with an old man mind No time for the tickle, f** the whole mankind "Aw, no ma’am" I’m an old land mine I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time Now I’m armed and I’m Fayetnam’s finest Carolina’s savior, marijuana blazer Only on occasion cause my mind be racin' Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian Thinking how these rap n***as gotta be fakin' Whole style obviously copied, pasted Plagiarized swag, may arrive last But when it’s all said and done I’mma be ahead of them Way that I describe it, prescribe a n***a medicine What that I be fly I be higher than the Jet-a-sons Moving on up, n***a higher than the Jeffersons All about the Benjamins. Bad chicks? Send em in Basic hoes? Toss em out, can’t even get Waffle House Hatin’ n***as? Chalk em out. Go on, get the coffin out What you talking about? Lil man My sh** hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan I’m ill enough to k** cancer: baby, I’m chemo Down in Miami and I throw like Marino Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an Eagle No, not on top but down there She say she want to hop on top, "girl, I don’t care" You better get yours fore I reach mine Cause then I’m throwing peace signs If you a freak, I can take you to your peak Girl I do it to the maximum: Nissan And I hope you a believer I’m quarterbacking, trying to get you open like receivers Far from an overnight achiever, Cole is like the leader Of the new n***as, to tell the truth I’m only f**ing with a few n***as If that, the rest of you n***as get lapped, I sit back And reflect on the rap game, I came From out of nowhere n***a, I swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare Got n***as shouting out “The ‘Ville, I gotta go there” Boy don’t you know you get shot over there? I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair A bunch of backstabbing n***as, hope the knife ain’t there A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there Yeah late at night, when I got the phone call and made her right But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head Hit it then I quit it ‘fore she even made the bed Damn I’m no good, but damn it’s so good I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would Something like Rihanna while I’m up in that vagina Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer I could give a f** as long as there’s something that’s behind of her Got the type of bump that make a dog wanna hump Back to the topic, actually forgot it Hoes, money, I’m the sh**...oh yeah, I’m reminded The way I put the words together, cleverly align em These other rap n***as should never be a problem And I’m ghost