When Los was calling my line I stared at the screen whenever the phone would ring
Wish I could've said goodbye, even now I might cry while I'm writing this poem to sing
Life is a crazy thing
Look how I got cut from the team, now I own the team
Just a little piece, I ain't tryna make a scene
Like it's something it's not, my whole regime is up in the spot
Carefully watched by dozens of thots
Fuck it, I'll just have a couple of shots
Take off the edge and get out my head
When you up at the top it's a coveted spot
[Chorus: J. Cole]
We don't do sparklers
We give specific instructions to bring out the bottles in stealth mode
I'm hearing there's rats in the building
They sayin' it's not up to par with the health code
I feel like that's none of my business
Nigga be steadily giving opinions
On shit that don't even concern 'em
I got a lot to get off of my sternum