H.Y.B. Songtext
von J. Cole

(Listen baby, I′ve got news
I've got bad news for you)
(Instrumental)
And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
Bitches flock like TMZ, every time we come outside
Call a Uber SUV, how many gon′ fit inside
Yeah
Hide yo bitch, hide yo wife
Yeah
Bagged yo bitch, in my slide
Yeah
Pray the dogs never die
Yeah
Forty two' come alive
Hide yo bitch, Hide yo wife


I'm allergic to cap
I can′t hear these niggas rap without an EpiPen
You′ll never see me at Giuseppi
I find 'em tacky, look what I′m steppin' in
Some shit I designed
But the Italians callin′ em' ′Indy 5000s'
Or maybe 500s
I kick the door down
If I want it, and niggas won't let me in
(let me in)
My career in a nutshell, these bums never did nothin′ but fail
They gon see I′m number one
When the dust settles
They gon see I'm number one
"A B C D E F G
H I J K, uhm, M N O P"
That′s little me in the classroom, asking "What's L?"
I′ve never been known to take those
Uh
Yo girl saw me and her face froze
You better be lucky I'm faithful
Please test me I ace those
My money been growin′ like eight fold
Uh
You know I hate goals
I can't tell if they turnin' green from the envy
Or is it the fake gold, uh
I move through the street, one thing I keep forgettin′ I′m J. Cole
I feel like a regular nigga, I just got a very irregular bankroll
Word to puma, I been gettin' pesos
My account like the end of a rainbow
Every time that I spit, it′s a flamethrower
Me, Bas, and Central is NATO

And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
Bitches flock like TMZ, every time we come outside
Call the Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside
Yeah
Hide yo bitch, hide yo wife (skrrt)
Yeah
Bagged yo bitch, in my slide
Yeah
Pray the dogs never die
Yeah
Forty two′ come alive
Hide yo bitch, Hide yo wife


Lord forgive me, as I'm a sinner
The way that I live I′m preparing for hell
I don't know why you're mad, you should probably thank me
′Cause I been airin′ yo girl
If it gets on top, we could take the chase
'Cause we know the area well
Thank god I′m not far off a 100 M's
I gotta thank Ron Perry as well
I don′t even know why they stepped in a ring
A few seconds in, and they're throwing a towel in
Let me pull into the town
Neighbors sayin′ how the hell they get them houses
Now I'm in some different locations
I don't even know how to pronounce them
Award shows, I bring my pouch in
I ain′t even pull in up my
I can′t get packed by TMZ
Tryna fit four things in a G63
Ima give one thing to my bro YG
Ima handle the rest, and jeet all three
The back so big, we all gassed up
How the fuck does she fit in them diesel jeans
I can't compete ′cause they ain't in my league, or please they ain′t even in equal beef
At least hit man in the abdominal bro
It don't even count if below the knee
Block life chillin′ with a horrible hoe
She gonna get down and blow the team
Me and the guys was borrowing clothes
Like bro let me hold that coat this week
Now it's after hours, I've shut down Harrods
I bring out the Amex, and go on a spree

And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
Bitches flock like TMZ, every time we come outside
Call the Uber SUV, how many gon′ fit inside
Yeah
Hide yo bitch, hide yo wife
Yeah
Bagged yo bitch, in my slide
Yeah
Pray the dogs never die
Yeah
Forty two′ come alive
Hide yo bitch, Hide yo wife

(Instrumental)