That was the warm (that was the warm up baby)
Aiight, Elite for real. One tape and I'm up out of here
One, yup, yea
Lord please forgive me for my sinning, I ain't saying that I'm finished but I'm praying in advance
Cuz they way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants
Yea ball game -I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans
When a n*gga took a chance and came to the big city
My beat machine the only f*cking thing I had with me
Like, Bobby had Whitney we were cooking up crack!
But them 15 credits had a n*gga off track
Picture that!-The best rapper since lil Wayne in classes
The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his Bachelors
Remastered this rap sh*t you hear the words coming from my lips, bastards
I never crack, I got that chapstick
I practiced til' that sh*t made perfect and served it to the people on a silver platter
Now where's the ladder?
Cuz either you gonna whine or climb, I choosed the ladder
Know you haters is pissed, hold your bladder though
Before you get tossed like a forward lateral
We never tattle, let God handle that
Or let the mob handle that, No soprano
Half Black, half white I'm a piano
I'm an animal my video on discovery channel
I'm a beast when my sh*t hits the streets these n*ggas seize to exist
Like a beach in a tsunami you'll find me in The Ville in the state of NC
B*tch if I ain't back home I'm up in N-Y-C bout' that money probably
Like a f*cking robbery but I ain't Jacking
I'm chasing dreams sort of like jeans
Boy I ain't slacking, I'm chasing dreams sort of like Jeans boy I ain't slacking
Ay take a hard look at my drive n*gga no hacking on my sh*t
I'm straight smacking n*ggas straight tagging n*ggas
Yo I'm freestylin' f*ck ya'll n*ggas ya'll be wilding and I'm out!
This is a freestyle off of J. Cole's mixtape "The Warm Up". It's basically about how sweet J. Cole is.