why you treat like a mf outlaw why you praying on my downfall money in left hand I guess I'm a Southpaw my pockets fat like a softball you know I spit fire like a mf molotov bitch I'm lethal like a sawed off man I spent my whole life on the sideline no more playing by the guidelines I've seen a lot of shit in my lifetime I've seen the crooks in the nighttime now I'm busy trying to write rhymes depend on it like a lifeline how it go, how it go, little Joe bet I'm smoking by the o, double homicide killed the beat and the flow I only smoke the green i don't fuck with the coke everybody playin games like Nintendo 64, flows cold like winter time without a coat trying to bring back the hope if you start to drown you better grab the fckin rope j.cole the one I look up to the most