Mixtape Era J. Cole 
These nikkas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish
My crew is foolless
No we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck instead
While these dudes beg for head
They got the game twisted
Heavy traffic in this rap shyt look how my lane shifted
Elevated my game, lifted my name
Now these lame nikkas could never get it
Like that bad bytch you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it, my flow like the devil spit it and heaven sent it
So high if I dropped I would fall for eleven minutes
So yeah, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train
It's dope, then you should know the suppliers name
It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo
And all these Jose Canseco's wanna text-us like Waco
Its hard to remain faithful nikkas be throwing hate
Yo I'm in a league of my own so what the fukk would I play for?
Some next nikkas almost slid in but didn't fit in
Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the fukk is you kiddin?
These big wig nikkas throwing their bid in
Try not to show stress
I guess the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my nikkas we would get in
But that ain't even half the battle
Stay behind like a shadow
Or you catapult
Now if I had a ladder or now even if I had a rope
I'd climb that motherfukker to the top and never let it go!
These nikkas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish
My crew is foolless
No we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck instead
While these dudes beg for head
They got the game twisted
Heavy traffic in this rap shyt look how my lane shifted
Elevated my game, lifted my name
Now these lame nikkas could never get it
Like that bad bytch you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it, my flow like the devil spit it and heaven sent it
So high if I dropped I would fall for eleven minutes
So yeah, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train
It's dope, then you should know the suppliers name
It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo
And all these Jose Canseco's wanna text-us like Waco
Its hard to remain faithful nikkas be throwing hate
Yo I'm in a league of my own so what the fukk would I play for?
Some next nikkas almost slid in but didn't fit in
Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the fukk is you kiddin?
These big wig nikkas throwing their bid in
Try not to show stress
I guess the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my nikkas we would get in
But that ain't even half the battle
Stay behind like a shadow
Or you catapult
Now if I had a ladder or now even if I had a rope
I'd climb that motherfukker to the top and never let it go!
