[J. Cole/Therapist]
Yo, I swear to the n*gga above me
I'm-ma make you motherf*ckers love me
Even you chumps
Claiming they gon' f*ck me-up
Acting like they strapped with gats
They hug me, what
The black needle
Bullets will never touch me once
I ain't no gangsta
I ain't tryna fake the funk
Don't think you've heard of that
My mama ain't raise no punk
So jump!
And get knocked
Like these rhythms too hot
My fists... I'm giving you shots
I know I'm making these hoes
Resort to playing you
You can't see
My crew gon' watch me stampede
You rookie, period!
Bloodying up your panties
I'm like a man without legs
n*ggas can't stand me
I'm crooked
Weak n*ggas should be dumb and they know it
Cause I'm here in the dark
You hearing your heart
Ayo, you ain't writing
Ya mom fighting with mine
I'm like a Tyson fight in his prime
Writing this rhyme
I'm a legend
It ain't where you at
It's where you headed
You n*ggas is speeding to the dead end
I'm ready
You wanna stop me?
You'll be working forever
That's like tryna sweep dirt from the desert
I ain't murder for cheddar
My purpose is better than that
You motherf*ckers ain't veterans
You better relax
I'm ahead of the pack
So I never get slack
When it comes to backing n*ggas down
I'm better than Shaq
What?