Stickz N Stonez Lyrics – J. Cole

[Intro: J. Cole]
Are you guys ready to party tonight?
Are you sure? Yeah!
I'm f**king with you right, okay
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Hunger, Hunger, Yeah! Uh

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
They gotta hide their face
They was predicting a n!gga to fail, turns out that was not the case
I'm rocking a mask with lots in cash, I look like I robbed a bank
Can't even rob the bank that I use, my money is not with chase
Foreign deposits safes, I'm writting this sh!t on the private planes
Sometimes I be flying commercial still
Thеse n!ggas get rich and becomе so detached
They usually start having that surface feel
Not a subliminal, speaking in general, feelings get hurt when words get spilled
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but saying my name in a verse will kill
Word to the wise, n!gga, we heard all them lies before
My number ones come from albums, there there's burgers and fries to go
Go against me, your odds is low
I don't even got no opps for real, n!gga, just give me my props for real
I done did everything, I'm 'bout to chill
Count the mills in cribs on top of hills
Mad chips, cash rich, my stash thick, I'm Dr. Phil
Stash thick, I'm Steve Harvey, bad b!tch, two friends
Hat trick caught three bodies, and tell 'em to go like they E-40, uh

[Chorus: J. Cole]
N!ggas don't want no smoke with me, I'm one of them ones
Tip toeing through the slums, ducking a hundred round drum
I take my lumps way out in Cumberland, n!ggas ain't know where I hunt
Sh!t, I'm up, stomachs stay rumbling, n!ggas ain't know what I done
N!ggas don't want no smoke with me, I'm one of them ones
Hop on a song with whoever, I ain't ducking no one on one
Ayy, pull up the track, I'm 'bout to black and go on a whole 'nother round (Whole 'nother round, whole 'nother round)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Yeah (Ladies and gentlemen) uh
So much drama on the street, feel like the beef is random
Murder galore, turn into Thor, I gotta keep a hammer
In case weather get inclement
Shots rain on the innocent, the neighbors still don't know who sent them sh!ts, it's like a secret Santa
Me, I'm out here reaching for a higher frequency, I plan to
Rest my feet in presidential suites or sleep in beach cabanas
Skeeting on thousand count sheets, I'm hitting freaks in tandems
Buss 'em down then throw 'em in the cab like they from East Atlanta
How it feel to see the flyest b!tch and know that he can land 'em?
Every word I speak on beats, it's guaranteed to feed the fandom
Weaklings wanna walk inside my sneakers watching from the bleachers
Only time they'll see their roles reversed is if they lease a Phantom
Bad investment, but what else you had expected?
Moms was broke my whole adolescence, never had a lesson
Except for pawn shop hustles to times collections had her stressing
B!tches couldn't tell if I was poor or just bad at dressing, it was
A bit of both, when I take it uptop I took an oath (Huh)
I was gone hit a l!ck, break bread with my dawgs and split a loaf (Huh)
And take over the game, make sure they know my name, 'cause he the G.O.A.T
Now back home is the best in the world, The Fall Off, come and hear the growth on God, n!gga

[Chorus: J. Cole]
N!ggas don't want no smoke with me, I'm one of them ones
Tip toeing through the slums, ducking a hundred round drum
I take my lumps way out in Cumberland, n!ggas ain't know where I hunt
Sh!t, I'm up, stomachs stay rumbling, n!ggas ain't know what I done
N!ggas don't want no smoke with me, I'm one of them ones
Hop on a song with whoever, I ain't ducking no one on one
Ayy, pull up the track, I'm 'bout to black and go on a whole 'nother round (Whole 'nother round, whole 'nother round)

[Outro: J. Cole]
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and—