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Jermaine Lamar Cole (born January 28, 1985), better known by his stage name J. Cole, is a German-born American hip hop recording artist and record producer from Fayetteville, North Carolina. In 2009, he became the first artist to sign to Jay-Z's Roc Nation label. His long-awaited debut album titled Cole World: The Sideline Story was released on September 27, 2011. The album debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200, Top R&B Albums and Top Rap Albums chart, selling more than 217,000 in its first week sales. He received a nomination for Best New Artist at the 54th Grammy Awards. more »

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Y'all niggas know what it is 
When I show up, the energy switch in this motherfucker (King Cole)

Came through with a bad bitch in tight britches
Made the ho book her own flight, I'm type vicious
Black boy fly, stupid racks, oysters on my plate
So much bread I think I got white privilege (Gangsta)
Access to five-star rooms and white bitches
I dreamed it like Bing Crosby, dreamed a white Christmas
After shows fuckin' on the slutty snow bunnies
I done came to the conclusion that I only like sisters
And that might be a hard pill to swallow for a few
She had dreams of fuckin' Cole and even her father would approve, yeah
(Ye-yes, honey, you can f*ck him) 
Look what a dollar bill'll do
Make them bougie bitches workin' up in Prada smile at you
Yeah, I know you hate a nigga, but I'm still smilin' too
(Will that be all, sir?) That'll do
Get money attitude
You weren't 'posed to catch no feelings, bitch, we had a rule
Netflix when you come through, they ask
"You niggas still watchin'?" On the TV prompt
She give me dome, I catch some Zs, I call her ZZ Top
I keep it PG when you see me, but I hee-hee not
You go against the mob, you might just get your pinky chopped
I can't believe he think he hot and his CD flop
Hey, I done seen too many white folks in dashikis, stop
Cole, bitch, the flow switch like every fall
I was very poor, now I ball like a young Demi Moore
Henny pour on any floor
Pain seepin' out my memories' pores
Lord forgive me for the times I didn't follow
It was reflected in my music, all my shit was hollow
But now I spit with hollow tips and follow with the pyro
I politic, you ride to this, then call out sick tomorrow
I'm ill, f*ck how you feel
Don't need no goofy-ass Richard Mille for your bitch to tell that I'm rich as hell
Nigga

You know what I mean?
And that'll be all, ladies and gentlemen (yeah)
I appreciate you for comin' out tonight
Yes, yes, yes, yes, if you wanna check us next time
Same time, same location (hahahaha)
We known to f*ck shit up every time we step on this motherfuckin' stage
That's right
And this is just a mixtape (ha)
You asked for it
E, what up?

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