LA, NC, NY

The Chi, yea, hey, yea

I wake up, hop out the shower spray cologne on while im dressing

They hollering about recession so my niggas out here stressing

But bitch, Im live and breathing so to me that there’s a blessing

See life is like a test that I aint never got no “F” in

Stepping out today, I got leave the crib

Momma stressing , I pray

That aint no body gon’ pull the weapon out and spray

Cuz I don’t got no strap

And ever since we hit the depression niggas don know how to act

In, fact there goes some niggas there

Hating, I feel the stare

Me vs you shining is like a diamond and silverware

Let ya’ll feel the glare I got to go now

I riding through the city with the windows roll down

Shorty holla, so I pulled up beside her

Im fronting “Whats your name?”

She told me “boy you know me don’t play no games-

Now look they say you blowing up hey is it true, right up?”

I say, “ Girl they wasn’t kidding like your tubes tied up”

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Im hollering hey, good God what a day

I gotta say it feels good to get away

Where aint nobody stressing over shit they got to pay

Ay tell me whats work without play

All my niggas hollering hey, good God what a day

Hey baby girl tell me can you get away?

Where aint nobody hollering bout the problems of the world,

Its just me and my favorite girl, now all around they holler

Verse 2

Okay so word is spreading

That I done jetted to New York- I was just up there doing my thing

So now some folks I used to know is hollering out “J. Cole!”

I got to chuckle cuz I know they used to say Jermaine

So who changed?

Whats in name though, when niggas cant hang though-your shoe strings,

Your flow insane plus I got that flame throw, that Luke Payne

Even in the winter we bring, feelings of summer Suzan

We get them hooked like T-Pain

And scoop them hoes like loose change

Can you blame me?- Im just a boy straight out the Ville

These wangsta ass niggas getting played out for real

Your acting like your trill, nigga you bet not!

You talking out your ass, you feinna get your head rocked!

This is where they shooting sideways

Boys getting blazed

Cant afford to fly so we high to get away

Now come here ladies see we trynna get loose, poured up

Take this juice, we gon mix it with this Goose, don’t throw it up

Chorus

Im hollering hey, good God what a day

I gotta say it feels good to get away

Where aint nobody stressing over shit they got to pay

Ay tell me whats work without play

All my niggas hollering hey, good God what a day

Hey baby girl tell me can you get away?

Where aint nobody hollering bout the problems of the world,

Its just me and my favorite girl, now all around they holler