The Last Stretch

[Intro]

(Coast to Coast Instrumentals)

I don't know what the hell that is

Should have just called Puff for the f*cking instrumental

F*ck it, no time for that boy!

Cole World



[Verse 1]

They say we living in troubled times

Aye, do you see the trouble signs?

Aye, life's a b*tch, and I'm cuffing mines

My dough in flipmode, what up to Busta Rhymes

I used to never see green, I was colorblind

Now I get my hustle on

Pay dues like a hair salon

My way like a Usher song

Higher power where these verses from

You n*ggas hoes, put your purses on

Church, get your worship on

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Hot fire like Dylan

B*tches get their dial on

Fake n*ggas get dial tones

I ain't no Viacom n*gga

I'm a fire arm, n*gga

Look how I alarm n*ggas

Watch my dope pile on

'Til it's like a mile long

N*ggas couldn't fill my shoes

Couldn't even try 'em on

Showed your lil' ass look

That's how you take it

Two-facing n*ggas, couldn't tie my shoe laces, boy!



[Verse 2]

That was the warm up, this is the blow up

Now if you ain't talking no bread boy, ain't no need to show up

Man they say I'm repping the Ville too much, but f*ck it, so what?

When my n*ggas carrying toys like they don't wanna grow up

When my sisters drinking like fishes and won't even throw up

Let's po' up, get to' up, know the police gon' show up

I slow up

Some n*ggas ain't got no luck

Some n*ggas can't get no love

Some of 'em can't get no bucks

So tell me what do a n*gga do if he can't get a job

My brother got him an interview, but he can't get a ride

What's up God?

No this ain't no Wu-Tang sh*t

This is my lil' fire drill, just some routine sh*t

Just to shoot fiends with

And hold 'em off a lil' longer

Every verse I write I swear I'm only getting stronger

Can you ponder?

Imagine what my sh*t gon' sound like

If I told you that The Warm Up was just a sound bite

Damn right, believe I put it down right

And I'll be sure to tell you lil' n*ggas what that crown like

I showed you love, I brought you through

I gave you pounds right?

Aye, in my face, you knew your place

And so you smile right?

So why I'm here, and now you talking like a little girl?

You sound like Whitley, n*gga

Me? I'm from a different world

Your sh*t is garbage

If I drop you, I'm a litterbug

Busy getting money

I ain't f*cking with that Twitter, girl

F*ck what they say, wishing me harm and sorrow

They here today, bet they be gone tomorrow

They catching Z's on me, aye we gon' call 'em Zorro

I'll let you sleep today, but it's on tomorrow

Yeah, I said it's on tomorrow

I'm coming for the game

And I ain't talking loan or borrow

Pray for the days I get cash, checks and never weary

This the last stretch, I'm a half step from legendary, buoy

Cole world, n*gga