[Verse 1: J. Cole]. This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with. Lord know some hoes from the past like. "Damn Cole wish I knew that you would be rich". Well should've asked. It's funny how these niggas on some real. "Be cool with me" shit. I bagged two bitches like it's two of me bitch. This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with. Finally got my own bedroom in this bitch. No more sleeping in my brother's room. Like man I might as well be sleeping in my mother's room. Cause how I'm supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here?. Plus she gon' find out I been rocking all this old gear. This is flow here this is no fair. This is so pure this is so clear. This is one breath this is no air. Ain't no wedding and I do the most here. I'm the President you the co-chair. You the player yeah I'm the coach here. Nigga I coast here. This weather got me set up on this West Coast yeah. Avoiding the snakes AK's and coke yeah. Get my dick wet but I never let it soak there. Man I been thinkin' bout movin' out. What? Country boy in the city in New York nine years. Ran that shit like Diddy. Riding through South Side Queens like Fiddy. [Hook: J. Cole]. Nothing's impossible. And all you lame niggas show me what not to do. I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight. She told me "Watch the snakes cause they watching you". I told her "Aw baby don't start!. I ain't looking for the way to your heart! ". She said "You bout to miss church" while she riding me. I like my sundaes with a cherry on top. Make that ass drop (drop drop). Make that ass drop (drop drop). Make that ass drop (drop drop). [Verse 2: J. Cole]. Now if you only had one wish is it devious?. Cause you already know who your genie is. Can't get a cover now your mag on my penis. Like damn he turned out to be a genius. Damn real shit nigga no Pixar. You niggas soft like Meagan Good's lips are. My kicks hard my whip hard. I came out the womb with my dick hard. Back when I was playing Stomp the Yard. It be a bunch of niggas up on campus talking hard. Don't get exposed to these hoes boy knock it off. I seen your mama in a Benz when she dropped you off. Damn now who more thorough than me?. I paint a picture of my pain for the world to see. Could paint a picture of the game but my girl would see. Gotta ask myself "What mean the world to me? ". [Hook]. Nothing's impossible. And all you lame niggas show me what not to do. I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight. She told me "Watch the snakes cause they watching you". I told her "Aw baby don't start!. I ain't looking for the way to your heart! ". She said "You bout to miss church" while she riding me. I like my sundaes with a cherry on top. Make that ass drop (drop drop). Make that ass drop (drop drop). Make that ass drop (drop drop). [Verse 3: J. Cole]. This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with. A little Fayettenam nigga out in Beverly Hills. That's when I ran into this chick I went to college with. Yeah back when a nigga was on scholarship. Was in a rush but I still stopped to holla shit. That's the least I owed her cause I tried to hit. On the first night nah I ain't proud of it. I boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of it. And I never called back how thoughtfuless. Now I'm standing in the streets tryna politic with her. In her mind she calling me a misogynist nigga. On some Bobby Brown shit. my prerogative nigga is to hit and never commit. Now realizing when I hit she never forgets. So every time I ignore the telephone call. Saying I'll hit her back knowing I'm never gon' call. She was hurting now she staring dead in my face. she was smirking. Like "Yeah I remember and nah you ain't worth shit nigga. You ain't worth shit nigga". This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with