Ain't no other, ain't no other nikkas
A-ain't no, ain't no other nikkas fukking with me
Rappers throwin' jabs but it feel like nothing hit me
Fake nikkas, snake nikkas I think something bit me
Scratch that, can't impersonate perfection man
But I can school you, this here is the lesson plan
Now uh uh, apparently some of y'all comparing me
Either you blind as hell or either you just don't care to see
Don't make me pull the trigger I think you nikkas is daring me
Go fukk around and get your favourite rapper embarrassed, see
I'm the supplier of that fire and the kerosene
Don't wanna make a scene, those ain't no shots fired
Just know the shyt that I'm dropping, take you a lot higher
These nikkas bytches on the low, they Mrs Doubtfire
How can you doubt fire, man if you brave enough then come put it out Sire
The South by your side, this the mouth for your eyes
You nikkas spit it with no one to vouch for your lies
I spit it how you see it, but ain't had the words to say it
I spit it how you think it but ain't had the balls to speak it
I put it out, sit around and let the world critique it
Until the fans up on it early like a nikka leaked it
Just know you fukking with the best, this be our little secret
Until the world find out and then y'all gotta share me
Til then just know there's nothing like him and there's nothing near me
Yeah you fukking hear me
Yeah, yeh
j cole is fire to me.