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* first single [Intro - J. Cole - talking] - w/ ad libs Who dat, who dat? (huh) Who dat, who dat? (hey) Who dat, who dat? (hey) [Verse 1 - J. Cole] Hey, who dat, who dat? That nigga you been waitin fo' I mean, this shit was all bad just +A Week Ago+ Rappers was bullshittin, fuck it, I ain't hatin though 'Cause now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of Satan hoes And she can't tell the difference, I been through Hell conditions Wishin for air conditioning, feelin God was never listening Now I'm on television and did I fail to mention? Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission Speakin of positions, just witness how I elevate it Real niggaz celebrate it, finger fuck whoever hate it My life accelerated but had to wait my turn Then I redecorated, that mean my tables turned Live life, might as well, only way to learn Is try and fail, clientele, the only way to earn So if you're sellin crack or if you're sellin rap Make sure it's mean, so the fiends keep on trailin back [Chorus - J. Cole] - w/ ad libs Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So don't worry about my motherfuckin name I got 'em sayin - who dat, who dat? (Cole World) Who dat, who dat? (I got 'em sayin) Who dat, who dat? (Cole World) Who dat, who dat? (hey) [Verse 2 - J. Cole] The mind state of a winner When you thinkin about summertime, I'm thinkin about the winter When you thinkin about breakfast, I'm heatin up my dinner I was plottin this moment back when y'all was ridin spinners Now I'm a menace, God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yep Hungry like a nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet Clown told me "ain't you Roc, well where the fuck your chain at?" Guess it's somethin like your girl nigga, it ain't came yet The man make the chain, chain don't make the man How many niggas do we know with hella ice but yet they lame? The cloth from which we came, me and them is not the same It's like we all headed to Spain, they took the boat, I took the plane Dang, that boy sick, now hoes on his joystick Heatin up like Mayweather dog, I'm on that Floyd shit Boy stick to ya day job, said you was hot, well they lied Is that ya gal? Well I just G'd her/Jeter, no A-Rod [Chorus - J. Cole] - w/ ad libs Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So don't worry about my motherfuckin name I got 'em sayin - who dat, who dat? (huh) Who dat, who dat? (I got 'em sayin) Who dat, who dat? (Cole World) [Sample of Andre 3000 from OutKast's "SpottieOttieDopalicious"] "Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Cole?" [Verse 3 - J. Cole] The little engine that could, this little nigga is good Rappers claimin they sick, I heal niggaz for good A couple y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood Hey me? I'm "Fresh Prince", I'm Will Smith to the hood Baby, ain't sayin names but we not the same All that money and the fame don't change the fact that you lame Might wanna grab you a chain, wanna tip up your hat Might wanna purchase some game homie, your shit is so whack I got my finger on the trigger tell that nigga hold that Boy I'm picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak Hey, so anything you can do, I could do better And any chick you can screw, I could get wetter I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run Bet your bottom dollar 'fore I'm done They say that I'm "The One" (huh) Yeah nigga I'm "The One" (ha) I got 'em sayin [Chorus - J. Cole] - w/ ad libs Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So don't worry about my motherfuckin name I got 'em sayin - who dat, who dat? (Cole World) Who dat, who dat? (I got 'em sayin) Who dat, who dat? (J. Cole) Who dat, who dat? (Cole World nigga) [Outro - J. Cole - talking] Fayette-nam Cole World nigga Hey, Dreamville Cole World nigga, J. Cole