[Intro]

Yeah yeah, uh yeah

Yeah yeah

Carolina, nigga

Fayettenam, nigga

Yeah

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

This is for them street niggas to them deep niggas

Them politics, them geek niggas

To them freak bitches that swallow dick, it's real

Or them sheep niggas in Prada shit and still

Even them bleak niggas without a cent could feel

I never sleep nigga, I gotta get them mills

I never cheat nigga, my heart is with the Ville

When niggas greet niggas with hollow tips, but chill

You'll never reach nigga, I got an itch to kill

Word, a nigga bringing heat to the third

My shit in every street, like the curb

So bitches wanna meet 'cause I'm deep with my words

So them niggas wanna peep like a perv

But peep game

Before they start saying "he changed"

A real nigga can never forget where he came

So if I'm up in Carolina kicking deep game

Or if I'm riding through Queens like the E-train

I throw it up!

Yeah

[Chorus]

If you a down south nigga, throw it up, (and)

If you an east coast nigga, throw it up, (yeah)

If you a west coast nigga, throw it up, (ay)

If you a midwest nigga, throw it up, (ay)

If you a Fayettenam nigga, throw it up, (yeah)

If you a ATL nigga, throw it up

New York to L.A. niggas, throw it up

Yeah, Chi-town throw it up (yeah)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

As you niggas smoking more kush

South niggas run you niggas, ask George Bush

Ask Bill Clinton, a nigga Will Smithin'

My jeans a lil less baggy, money still fittin.'

The streets a lil less rowdy, but they still kickin'

Them Randy Johnson O.G. niggas still pitchin'

And yeah, I know she got a man, but I'm still hittin'

So when he be up in that shit, he be like 'This feels different, "

No shit, throw dick like the veteran I am

I got that vitamin D, it's like medicine to them

I got her climaxing like it's never finna end

That's why she fucking me a lot better than her man

She try a new trick, she so wet a nigga swam

Like a salmon in this bitch, my dick drowning in that shit

They love a fly nigga on that frisbee shit

Plus a nigga get Gs like them Disney flicks

I throw it up!

Yea

[Chorus]

If you a down south nigga, throw it up, (and)

If you an east coast nigga, throw it up, (yeah)

If you a west coast nigga, throw it up, (ay)

If you a mid-west nigga, throw it up, (ay)

If you a Fayettenam nigga, throw it up, (yeah)

If you a ATL nigga, throw it up

New York to L.A. niggas, throw it up

Yeah, Chi-town throw it up (yeah)

[Verse 3: J. Cole]

Real niggas want the money, so that's where my aim is

Ho niggas love the attention, wanna be famous

Real niggas fuck the attention, they know it's dangerous

Rather make a mil' and nobody know what my name is, (uh)

But that's the price when you nice with it

And them ladies gonna like 'cause you light-skinned

I take advantage of the situation

I'm hitting dimes from Atlanta up to Pennsylvania

They catch feelings and I switch next

"I made it clear baby, just sex

I'm too young to settle down, shorty get dressed! "

Even them white girls tryna be my princess

But I only fuck with sisters like incest

I've been stressed, I'm so in-depth

I get this weight up off my chest like a bench-press

I sense death in the air, but it's nothing for me

Some niggas better be aware or meet the cousin of sleep, get it?

You slow niggas still ain't felt that shit

How she gonna upgrade me dog? I built that chick

Rapping's a cash cow, finna milk that bitch

You better hit up homicide, I just killed that shit, boy!

[Outro]

Throw it up nigga!

Throw throw it, throw it up!

Yeah!