Winter Schemes lyrics

[Produced by Jake One]

[Intro: J. Cole]
Da-da-da-dum
You gotta ask Jake One for the beat though
I don't know if he gon' be cool with lettin' me, I don't know, man
It's really some album sh*t that we just, takin' it up

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Yeah, winter schemes for my summer dreams
Winning seems to become routine, it's my thing
Underdog, never under y'all
I touch down in your city like a hundred yard
Dash, never punt at all, last thing I need is four downs
My baddest just graduated from Georgetown
Grad school 'cause a n*gga like 'em grown up
I'm seeing rappers in the gym tryna tone up
I've seen rappers on the road, no one showin' up
I feel partially to blame, let me own up
I'm sorry, brand new Ferrari
Really though I'm just frontin', I really don't mind discussin'
That Bugatti in that Beyoncé video was just for stuntin'
Scared to mash the gas 'cause if I f*cked around and crashed
That woulda been my ass, that whip is 'bout a million cash
Million cash? And dawg, I just got rich
How you gonna take a million from me, dawg? I just got this
Came a long way from that weak ass advance
Was in the Honda on that LIE passing fast
Wasn't bout the money then 'cause he had the chance
Built it from the ground up, no hit singles
Just a lot of f*cking gifts, n*gga, no Kris Kringle
Cole, I'm the reason that your old b*tch single
Gave her di*k, made her whole sh*t tingle, ya wan' feel me?
Born sinner, doubt this diamond chain gon' heal me
Lord, let me kill the game and pray the game don't kill me
Huh, multi before I die b*tch, believe that
These rappers rich as f*ck but don't know where they seeds at
It's a shame, n*ggas lame, this is fame for ya
I gotta be the only one that didn't change for ya
I saw ya sortin' through trash and brought change for ya
Open up they lane, do I gotta say names for ya?
Ha, and I ain't even flexin'
Plottin' on that Warm Up 2, I'm just stretchin'
Fourth quarter, so much due, but f*ck stressin'
I just step into the ring and do my muh'f*ckin' thing
My muh'f*ckin' thing, ha
Fourth quarter, so much due, but f*ck stressin'
I just step into the ring and do my muh'f*ckin' thing
[Interlude: Wale & J. Cole]
Uhh, Wale, kill these n*ggas man
Uhh, woo!
Gifted!

[Verse 2: Wale]
Yah! Spring greening but I'm winter frigid
And with this summer album got me booking all them b*tches
Uhh, 'til I'm bored with b*tches, my parking garage official
Boy I play with foreigns and I feel just like Kawhi Leonard
God-given talent, momma gave me passion
Got me a, Rihanna feature, y'all should see my demographic
Copy us, dap me up, rapping n*ggas done got me f*cked
Half these n*ggas is carbon copy
Faking a n*gga would be redundant, right?
Ah, I'm tryna shed a bunch of light
In a country where n*ggas follow models and hype
You know? Trends and that sh*t
n*ggas wearing leather down in a 110
Hahah, just a classic-ass n*gga
Rappin' circles 'round these squares, out of shape and I ain't trippin'
Shoe game prolific, this Hublot a ticket
This Ron Simmons meets Richard Simmons
Go Google their differences
As I maneuver the industry, few is against me, I ride
With shooters but truthfully, tryna get loot out of Disney, I'm high
I'm tripping, I'm fried, forgive me, that's right, you with me
A cold world if I ain't slide by your chimney, we gifted
Tryna distribute what Allah has given me, listen
But some of the bars are synagogues to a godless opinion
Dig it, in layman's terms
Man these lames can't contain these words, new slaves we were
We was shut down, we was not proud for those things we stood
'Til I bust out then bust down that chain, we good
New black soul, new black soul, new black soul
Ain't toot my horn but I'm the new Satchmo
This Bishop Tutu with a 2Pac flow
You n*ggas think too slow, you Pikachu but I'm Picasso
Peep how I do it, got a deep mind so I free my quotes
Peep my approach, I'm thinking more like Lee Iacocca
Come see my show, this sh*t look like that door knob broke
There's hoes and hoes, and I'm sure I'm bout to know like four
You P-Myers, replace me then that four-five show
And I'm just saying if I don't make it, I'll still feed my folks
Still I keep sh*t real, I ain't never been a sucker though
Gold albums on my bronze game, f*cking stupid
And I'll f*cking do it, new legend sh*t got me juiced
Whoever got problems with Folarin come find me, pursue it
Remind you of a time there was knowledge in music
And I do it for the n*ggas they promise the future
So, new black soul, new black soul, new black soul
And any b*tch that got me twisted only grew my fro
[Outro: Wale]
Ha, and it's like that, right, right
And it's like that, right
Uh, uh, Gifted!