Be (Freestyle)

Cole world, cold blooded

Trapping niggas at my shows and them hoes love it

Backpacking niggas with the afroes love it

So don't holla at a nigga if you got no budget

Trying to get my braid up, nope not talking cornrolls

Trying to get my grade up, oh, look how my score rolls

Playing Jigga hits he say "good, make more of those"

Cole got delivery bitch, you got digornoes

They fucking with me because I'm real as shit

Well if you feel this shit, here goes some realer shit

I signed a big deal and went to the dealership

Man they took one look at my credit and said forget it

Now I'm in this train with a mil to my name

Ain't shit changed because I still feel the pain

Like a gym or a rim dog, I'm built for the game

Something like a pimp because I'm still with the caine'

Unh, a little drug dealer reference what, I can't try

These niggas out here lying, why can't I

Flashbacks where my teacher told me I can't fly

Then he looked at nigga crazy because I say why

Now look, no wings but I'm flier than the birds

Co-signer on a beamer, but it's whiter than the burbs

Something like a genius, but man I've done been a nerd

Just choosing bad bitches while admiring the curves

That might have been a noun, that might have been a verb

But I'm just trying to find what you hiding in that skirt

Hey Cole got it coming now he might've been the first

So she only fuck with him like a choir in a church

Good God, momma told him get a good job

Be a doctor or a lawyer, if you're black they won't employ ya'

Well nigga I'm a show ya', this that Jesse Jackson uh

Firmative; action so master I'm taxing uh

Don't let the cover fool ya', bitch I ain't no freshman

In my own class man, I write my own passes

I hear the shots fired, yeah I see the stones casted

My shit is already fire, don't gas it

Niggas hear my album say sound like a classic

Niggas say your album might not even see the plastic

Bastard, how you gonna match with a nigga

Who done mastered the shit you practice

Catch this, a real nigga til' the day of my casket

Put on for my city like my favorite jacket

Man you gonna wear that every god damn night

Know that I'm paid for this shit, nigga you God damn right