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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you dream like you never seen obstacles
chasing obscene profits so we aint stopping for the red
look in my rear view all I see is n-ggas
me if you can hoe
they try and me and I scramble
look up in the sky see exactly where I am bo
hey, you see me man?
making my wishes true with no genie man
I got the to my beamer with no Beanie Man
Im on rich n-ggas ass no bikini man
I bring the real to the day the Lord me man
never imagined that the kids wanna be me man
eh, could it be that I give the broke kids, hope
caught me walking through the mall, looking like he seen a
silly head to approach, whats up young
aint it strange, a ago today I was counting change
hopping trains up in New York city
though I gotta God cause if you werent with me
than I woulda died
you can throw the in me
this my New Years resolution,
no more in me
uh, I no Muslim though
Kuran butler Im a wizard if he doesnt
its Simba, Im ballin til the buzzard blow
you try and kick the shit I you gon stub your toe
boy thats just how I go
see this is my work
shit you callin classic, I be like that mic work
want you to feel something new, thats how a dike
and ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my burst

not tonight
not n-gga
yeah, hey
hey, man, hey

Man, I rap so but I talk so politely
never met a baby momma, who dont like me
met a couple fathers though they wanna fight me
I hit her til she snooze, like the n-gga nightly
send her back to you when she no excites me
no she bitter with n-gga
cause he quite me
one things for certain baby, you are a
two for f-cking sure
I am not the thoguh
so run to him while you still can
he sticking with his wife and kid, yeah thats a man
I was ashamed all and I still am
we let the lust something real, damn
girl we grown so you gotta your own position
I wouldnt say that you a hoe, just made a hoe
eh, you can blame it on the liquor like a
we both know thats what you wanted
I you listening

hey
girl I you listening
uh I you listening
hey,

Shout out to the bootleggers who my shit
the fans online trying to find my
and to listening but wont buy my sh-t
and me in the street wanna ride my d-ck
yall n-ggas is the worst, see me
J. homie, can you sign my burnt CD
please, an album ten dollars
you act its ten gs
this food for thought cost the same as 2 numbers
so at ease with that shit
we all tryna get a boy, no sh-t
you know I feel ya pain, why I slang this hope sh-t
and give you lines that you and think oh sh-t
these rappers talk a lot of money, cars and sh-t
I give you that and a lot more sh-t
than got richer and still rapping like Im poor
you n-ggas thinnk you know sh-t, n-gga you dont know
hoe bitch!!!
Yeah, Bitch!!!
J n-gga
hey