Still the Hottest lyrics

[Hook: J. Cole]
Uhh, what if somebody from the ville that was ill
Got a deal on the hottest rap label around
But he wasn’t talkin bout coke and birds
This is more like spoken word
Can’t you see I’m putting it down

[Post Hook: J. Cole]
Look this is the Roc b*tch, the new Roc b*tch
They had it locked well I just copped a new lock b*tch
Look how I hit 'em up I’m on some 2Pac sh*t

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
We take it to a higher level two octaves
Cole, n*gga I’m vicious with the flow
Don’t take no crystal ball to predict that I would blow so quick
Get on your current events, oh you ain't heard of that quit
No endurance, no insurance
You should be so embarrassed n*gga you could have signed me
Now you little artist is garbage running behind me so
You wanna drop a man, your litter too much
Now get back to rap you n*ggas twitter too much
But I keep it hood I could fit in Ku Klux
I ain't bitter with you pitiful f*ck n*ggas
Couldn’t tie my tennis shoes
Couldn’t reach this high if you hit a few blunts
Sound like who, ahh b*tches you nuts please
I run circles round these rap urkels
And if he act Hercules then he could smack purple
Relax this is the Roc and guess who stuntin for us
And yeah I run my own show, n*gga, Martin Lawrence
[Hook: Young Chris]
Young Boy outta Philly who was ill got a deal
On the hottest rap label around
And way before he put together words
Them n*ggas was selling birds
Guess who puttin it down

[Post Hook: Young Chris]
This is the Roc trick that old Roc sh*t
I got it locked, I supply the whole block b*tch
Gimme the loot listen to that old BIG sh*t
And we dont care about no vest’s get your wig hit

[Verse 2: Young Chris]
See that boy vicious on the mic
Flow tighter than a girdle on b*tches on a flight
Tight, pray for a bright day visions of a night
Good weed, little liquor pretty b*tches get me right
Baby I’m a baller, I was born in March Madness
Whats the clarity its a little bit flaw in your carrots
Silly rabbits little bast*rds n*gga all of y’all average
I be the youngest Jackson with the glove I’m the baddest
Get the baddest whore’s dime a dozen on tour
Box 'em out in the paint, d-cousins on boards
Hip hop deserve more for the strength of what we saw
Give an encore for Biggie Smalls Shakur
Big L and Pun, rest in peace to Pimp
The way they paved the way I could never be content
Give it up to underdog, highly underrated
And this ones dedicated to the ones appreciated
Good look…