J. Cole - Throw It Up Lyrics

(We gon' call this shit right here, "Throw It Up") yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah (shout out the whole Fayettenam)
Yeah yeah (my nigga Cedric a.K.a. Almighty)
Carolina, nigga (R.J., Mike)
Fayettenam, nigga (can't forget Keith)
Yeah, yeah (DJ OnPoint)

This is for them street niggas to them deep niggas
Them politics, them geek niggas (yeah)
To them freak bitches that swallow dick, it's real (yeah)
Or them sheep niggas in Prada shit and still
Even the bleak niggas without a cent could feel (yeah)
I never sleep nigga, I gotta get them mills (uh)
I never cheat, nigga, my heart is with the Ville
When niggas greet niggas with hollow tips, but chill (yeah)
You'll never reach, nigga, I got a itch to kill
Word, a nigga bringing heat to the Third
My shit in every street, like the curb
So bitches wanna meet 'cause I'm deep with my words
So them niggas wanna peep like a perv, but peep game (yeah)
Before they start saying, "He changed"
A real nigga can never forget where he came
So if I'm up in Carolina kicking deep game (yeah)
Or if I'm riding through Queens like the E-train
I throw it up, yeah

If you a Down South nigga, throw it up (and)
If you an East Coast nigga, throw it up (yeah)
If you a West Coast nigga, throw it up (ay)
If you a Midwest nigga, throw it up (ay)
If you a Fayettenam nigga, throw it up (yeah)
If you a ATL nigga, throw it up
New York to L.A. niggas, throw it up (yeah)
Yeah, Chi-town throw it up (yeah)

Yeah
As you niggas smoking more kush (yeah)
South niggas run you niggas, ask George Bush
Ask Bill Clinton, a nigga Will Smithin'
My jeans a lil' less baggy, money still fittin'
The streets a lil' less rowdy, but they still kickin'
Them Randy Johnson O.G. Niggas still pitchin'
And, yeah, I know she got a man, but I'm still hittin'
So when he be up in that shit, he like, "This feels different"
No shit, throw dick like the veteran I am
I got that vitamin D, it's like medicine to them
I got her climaxing like it's never finna end
That's why she f*cking me a lot better than her man
She try a new trick, she so wet, a nigga swam
Like a salmon in this bitch, my dick drowning in that shit
They love a fly nigga on that frisbee shit
And plus a nigga get Gs like them Disney flicks
I throw it up, yeah

If you a Down South nigga, throw it up (yeah)
If you an East Coast nigga, throw it up (yeah)
If you a West Coast nigga, throw it up (yeah)
If you a Midwest nigga, throw it up (yeah)
If you a Bull City nigga, throw it up (yeah)
If you a H-Town nigga, throw it up (yeah)
You represent that Bay, nigga, throw it up
(And you know why his name's OnPoint 'cause he on point, pussy)
And if you from that BK, throw it up (yeah)

Real niggas want the money, so that's where my aim is (yeah)
Ho niggas love the attention, wanna be famous
Real niggas f*ck the attention, they know it's dangerous
Rather make a mil' and nobody know what my name is, uh
But that's the price when you nice with it
And them ladies gon' like 'cause you light-skinned
I'll take advantage of the situation (yeah)
I'm hitting dimes from Atlanta up to Pennsylvania
They catch feelings and I switch, next
I made it clear, baby, just sex
I'm too young to settle down, shawty get dressed
Even them white girls tryna be my princess
But I only f*ck with sisters like incest
I've been stressed, I'm so in-depth
I get this weight up off my chest like a bench-press
I sense death in the air, but it's nothing for me
So niggas better be aware or meet the cousin of sleep, get it?
You slow niggas still ain't felt that shit
How she gonna upgrade me, dawg? I built that chick
Rapping's a cash cow, I'm finna milk that bitch
You better hit up homicide, I just killed that shit, boy

Throw it up, nigga
Throw it, throw it, throw it up
Yeah

Shout out to Hip Hop Heaven out in Iowa
My nigga Jermaine
Can't forget Doris Records
My nigga Pete out in Buffalo