finger when you see me it?s cool, ?cause I can?t see yo? ass from this side of the TV muthafucker [J. Cole] Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen
it used to be Babbbyyy it's so easy, the world is changin' Will I live or will I die? will I ever see the light? The world is changin' Verse two My
yang without the yen I am distinguishably deeper as opposed to the paper-thin And I breathe oxygen, and you rhymin' 'bout rocks again You stagnant, standin' still enough to feel the world
change u can call it drastic Money so long ????? measures I love my business and I love my pleasure Live now dies later Internet genius Self proclaimin he critically
tumble, tumble Tumble, tumble, tumble, tumble People of the world, people of the world Who see I works and know of I People of the world, people of the world
you don't get much Don't you worry The time is gonna come, ooh The world's a school So much to learn So learn it well The world's a stage So act
have the power People have the power Where there were deserts, I saw fountains Like cream the waters rise And we strolled there together With none to laugh or criticize
dues and ruthless reviews Yeah, it's hard not to end up a cynic When everyone's too scared to walk in your shoes But can work up the nerve to be critics
, ha What's it all about What is it all about? What are we in it for? Good question What are you in for? Love? You tell me Uh Critics Suckers Hey yo
here loving you Come what may I know this much is true As long as this world's spinning like it's supposed to do I'll be right here loving you Computerized
what you squares feel like Fuck that, do what you gotta do I see you creepin' through the hood buyin' prostitutes I know I'm fuckin' hoes, and gettin' high You wanna criticize
cash, more chilling I know they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song Bed Stuy Brooknon took on the world
Roll down the window in the Chevy and I listen to the critics but they really wasna??t saying shit Buddy, Ia??m a gutter motherfucker from an Alabama
let me prove London city forever you're not a still creep Ain't no stoppin' me ever you best move Live oh ghetto record with no redemption World wide critics
and feel my wrath Deserving victim, now feel the aftermath Now meet your doom ..Here is your tomb Don't ask why Why do I criticize? You're all that I
the haters say I'mma get it anyway I'mma get it anyway Sing (La, la, la, la, la) You know we blazin' up that (La, la, la, la, la) All around the world
violin behind you Enough with all the pissin' and moanin', whinin' and bitchin' Sit and observe, listen, you'll learn if you pay attention Why ten multi-platinum albums later, three diamond World