Extraordinary

[Hook - ??] [Verse One - J. Cole] Momma I came up Cold as hell in New York but I flame up Straight up out that dirty type of shit you cannot clean up A dollar and a dream the only things I had to bring up Now any nigga out there gunning for me Gotta aim up Say what Niggas ask me what the Ville be like Just tell em that it's real Hoping that they me feel me, right I'm so bright I close my eyes and I can still see light I'm so live you motherfuckers gotta kill me twice Man I promise I'm murdering classics, paying my homage The fifteenth of the month and I'm just now paying Mohammed Said the rent's due on the first But he don't know the shit I been through and it hurts Can't wait to blow Yeah, I think about heaven sometimes Can't wait to go If it's real will I even get in I ain't fo' sure Cause I've been sinning Getting bent it's been a minute since I been Up in a church Only time is when my friend up in a hearse Lord, I'm praying for me my Momma I just went up in her purse Not to steal All I saw was some bills and not a dollar In sight In time she'll live the more desirable life I'm chasing money And dreams only God got the means to take em from me I scheme while I'm riding through Queens I ain't no dummy A Fayettenam repper 'til the day that I'm gone Nigga get your weight up all the way up if you hating on me Cause boy I might pray but ain't no preying on me I'm hot like Satan just laying on me So when you get to hell you can say you know me I said I might pray but ain't no preying on me So when you get to hell, you can say you know me [Hook - ??] [Verse Two - Kendrick Lamar] From Compton to Baltimore I'mma kill it I buy a morgue in the minute The public house, the plastic couch of a section 8 tenant The Regal window is tinted The air conditioner broke but I'm cool enough to ensure you my ride is an Eskimo, huh? And I peel off in the midst of getting my thrills off And I thrive off energies from the inner cities that we lost, huh? I'm putting the ghetto on top of my back And I live in the back of the jungle Lions, tigers, bears, oh my Hear the siren, walk up, (*pow pow*) drive by Shooters, looters, federal fed intruders The engines on back of scooters The real can recognize real and we need to know just who you are You are in the presence of many presents Kendrick the gift for the future oh yeah I said it Thug life, good kid mad city mad respect representin the hub right [Hook - ??] [Verse Three - Drake] Are you listening? Is anybody listening? Walk into a room and you can smell the Clive Cristian scent Alot of niggas is threatned by my positioning Thrillin bars you think I'm writing with John Ghrisam Pen I need Rose, nevermind the pricing Know we brought cake to the party, no icing No ice on, big Phantom no license Fuck if you're feelin me as long as your wife is No one in my city gotta pocket like Drizzy I can rock fitted Jeans cause my credit card skinny It's pitch black and covers all incidentials And Ms. Rhone sorry you ain't notice my potential Fuck ya rappers and your self-proclaimed status I can only see green now happy St.Patty's I know you waitin on a last quote Check the soundscan and you can see that I'm the last hope [Hook - ??]