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(Now who else want to fuck with Hollywood Cole?)

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good
Rappers claiming they sick, I heal niggas
(Now who else want to fuck with Hollywood Cole?)

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good
Rappers claiming they sick, I heal niggas
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change
I've been in this game, it's a new day
And I'm making it known
who walked who

Thanks for my robe, no that's ok
It looks better on you anyway
What is it about this time of year
That makes our troubles disappear
lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies
But I am lost within this half-world
It hardly seems to matter now

Play me my song
Here it comes again
Play me my
Cole World
Oh yeah

This is for all the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated
Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it
Your son out in
me to Drake
Could have been J Cole if I met J-Hov

(Who dat? ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip
a melody
By Strauss
It laughs, it sings, the world is in rhyme
Swinging to three-quarter time

Let the Danube flow along
And the Fledermauss
Keep
tell you lies 
Of a kingdom beyond the skies. 
But I am lost within this half-world, 
It hardly seems to matter now. 

Play me my song. 
Here it
This is for all the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated
Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it
Your son out in Barbados, cheese eggs
as I contemplate in the dark
Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin' time magazine
Tryna burn a hole between israel and palestine
All this world news, all these
Cole World

Hey, I got a dollar and a dream
That's all a nigga got
So if it's 'bout that cream
Then I'm all up in the spot
I got a dollar
and Cole would open for Hov
Everyday a star is born, I guess I died in the womb
I ain't make it on Blueprint, so made me a blueprint
You got you a nice
you lies 
Of a kingdom beyond the skies
But I am lost within this half-world
It hardly seems to matter now

Play me my song
Here it comes again
someone to call your own
This is a mean old world to try and live in all by yourself

I wish I had someone, someone who'd love me true
I wish I had someone,
someone to call your own
This is a mean old world to try and live in all by yourself

I wish I had someone, someone who'd love me true
I wish I had someone,
a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's a scenario
Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year we'll be
I focus on the dough
Look at these bills I got
This is a message for some rappers trying to steal my spot
You niggas famous on the internet
I'm real
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
living, living
By this double standard, standard, standard

See the moral of the story is, she a ho, he a pimp
Old girl'll forgive her man but her
mobsters, all my bitches is doctors
Cole World, this just the tip of the iceberg
So talk shit and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip nigga, they just
over, the gig is over (when a play)
The kid is older and getting colder (many fly by)
But his will hold ya, so listen closer to (a-a)-r-o-n
They
this is OG Brooklyn shit
Not for impostors, pour out a shot of vodka for them
Big L, Big Poppa, Big Pun, 2Pac
The jungle is too savage, rap true
nigga dyin' by a black nigga gun
And keep on listening to the frontin' ass rap niggas son
Yeah I said son
This is New York's finest
For 11 winters
[Hook]
These streets hold my deepest days
This hood taught me golden ways
Made me, truly this is what made me
Break me, not a thing's gonna break me