Throw It Up lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah yeah, uh yeah
Yeah yeah
Carolina, n*gga
Fayettenam, n*gga
Yeah

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
This is for them street n*ggas to them deep n*ggas
Them politics, them geek n*ggas
To them freak b*tches that swallow di*k, it's real
Or them sheep n*ggas in Prada sh*t and still
Even them bleak n*ggas without a cent could feel
I never sleep n*gga, I gotta get them mills
I never cheat n*gga, my heart is with the Ville
When n*ggas greet n*ggas with hollow tips, but chill
You'll never reach n*gga, I got an itch to kill
Word, a n*gga bringing heat to the third
My sh*t in every street, like the curb
So b*tches wanna meet 'cause I'm deep with my words
So them n*ggas wanna peep like a perv
But peep game
Before they start saying "he changed"
A real n*gga can never forget where he came
So if I'm up in Carolina kicking deep game
Or if I'm riding through Queens like the E-train
I throw it up!
Yeah
[Chorus]
If you a down south n*gga, throw it up, (and)
If you an east coast n*gga, throw it up, (yeah)
If you a west coast n*gga, throw it up, (ay)
If you a midwest n*gga, throw it up, (ay)
If you a Fayettenam n*gga, throw it up, (yeah)
If you a ATL n*gga, throw it up
New York to L.A. n*ggas, throw it up
Yeah, Chi-town throw it up (yeah)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
As you n*ggas smoking more kush
South n*ggas run you n*ggas, ask George Bush
Ask Bill Clinton, a n*gga Will Smithin'
My jeans a lil less baggy, money still fittin.'
The streets a lil less rowdy, but they still kickin'
Them Randy Johnson O.G. n*ggas still pitchin'
And yeah, I know she got a man, but I'm still hittin'
So when he be up in that sh*t, he be like 'This feels different, "
No sh*t, throw di*k like the veteran I am
I got that vitamin D, it's like medicine to them
I got her climaxing like it's never finna end
That's why she f*cking me a lot better than her man
She try a new trick, she so wet a n*gga swam
Like a salmon in this b*tch, my di*k drowning in that sh*t
They love a fly n*gga on that frisbee sh*t
Plus a n*gga get Gs like them Disney flicks
I throw it up!
Yea
[Chorus]
If you a down south n*gga, throw it up, (and)
If you an east coast n*gga, throw it up, (yeah)
If you a west coast n*gga, throw it up, (ay)
If you a mid-west n*gga, throw it up, (ay)
If you a Fayettenam n*gga, throw it up, (yeah)
If you a ATL n*gga, throw it up
New York to L.A. n*ggas, throw it up
Yeah, Chi-town throw it up (yeah)

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Real n*ggas want the money, so that's where my aim is
Ho n*ggas love the attention, wanna be famous
Real n*ggas f*ck the attention, they know it's dangerous
Rather make a mil' and nobody know what my name is, (uh)
But that's the price when you nice with it
And them ladies gonna like 'cause you light-skinned
I take advantage of the situation
I'm hitting dimes from Atlanta up to Pennsylvania
They catch feelings and I switch next
"I made it clear baby, just sex
I'm too young to settle down, shorty get dressed! "
Even them white girls tryna be my princess
But I only f*ck with sisters like incest
I've been stressed, I'm so in-depth
I get this weight up off my chest like a bench-press
I sense death in the air, but it's nothing for me
Some n*ggas better be aware or meet the cousin of sleep, get it?
You slow n*ggas still ain't felt that sh*t
How she gonna upgrade me dog? I built that chick
Rapping's a cash cow, finna milk that b*tch
You better hit up homicide, I just killed that sh*t, boy!
[Outro]
Throw it up n*gga!
Throw throw it, throw it up!
Yeah!