J. Cole - Royal Flush Lyrics

Yeah, yeah (let me stretch out)
This is the warm up

Okay, I roll up, hold up, look at how I showed up (yeah)
I blowed up, had a hole up in my pocket, now it's sewed up
They fiendin' for that crack, you know that rock, I got that product
You niggas tryna stop it, better load up, I hang my coat up
Ayy, I'm gon' be here for a while so I smile, haters
I'm on that green like a flower, like an alligator
Now or later, I'm serving niggas, I'm a sound waiter (yeah)
Just tell me what you want, I bring that back an hour later
Look how I cater, dawg, what you 'fraid of? Nothing
They talking gangsta without no data, they frontin' (frontin')
Jackie Chan, Jean-Claude-Van Damme, straight stuntin'
I wish a nigga would say somethin'
I'm a Carolina nigga, boy, I got it on my back (yeah)
Piggyback style I ain't talking 'bout no tatt (uh-huh)
And I'ma rep the Ville in every city that I'm at
And I guarantee I'm bringin' home plaques
Shoutout to my brother Zach (yeah)
And my mother (yeah), I love ya

Yeah, look ain't that about a bitch? This nigga on his own dick
They say I'm like the human body, I produce my own shit
And I toot my own horn, a star when I was born (uh-huh)
My name ain't James (yeah), my word is bond (yeah)
Yeah, shoutout to Canibus, had a similar line '98, '99
Damn, them was the times, never mind, dwelling in the past
You're listening to the future
The flows gets tighter (yeah), them hoes get looser (yeah)
Then they wan' seduce ya like Medusa, be cool
I said I got a girl, she told me, "Me too"
So that must mean you want a nigga to eat that seafood (shit)
Baby, don't be foolish, but call her, I'll watch her do it, you know

Yeah, and this is only The Warm Up (yeah), yeah