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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 youll see where I am bo
hey, you see me man?
making my wishes come with no genie man
I got the keys to my beamer with no Man
Im on rich n-ggas ass no bikini man
I bring the real to the day the Lord me man
imagined that the kids would wanna be me man
eh, could it be that I the hopeless broke kids, hope
caught me walking through the mall, looking like he a ghost
silly head to approach, whats up young
aint it strange, a year ago today I was change
yeah trains up in New York city
though I gotta God cause if you werent with me
than I surely woulda
you can the fork in me
my New Years resolution, dawg
no more in me
uh, I aint no Muslim
Kuran butler Im a wizard if he know
its Simba, Im ballin til the buzzard blow
you try and the shit I kick you gon stub your toe
boy just how tough I go
see this is my life
this shit you callin classic, I be that mic work
want you to feel something new, thats how a work
and ask me bout pressure, they see my pipe burst

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

Man, I rap so vicious but I so politely
met a baby momma, momma who dont like me
met a couple baby fathers though they wanna me
I hit her til she snooze, like the news n-gga
send her back to you when she no longer me
no she bitter with this
cause he quite me
one for certain baby, you are a wifey
two things for f-cking
I am not the husband
so run to him while you still can
he sticking with his wife and kid, thats a real man
I was all along and I still am
we let the lust something real, damn
girl we grown so you gotta play your own
I wouldnt say that you a hoe, made a hoe decision
eh, you can blame it on the like a prohibitions
we both know what you wanted girl
I know you

hey
girl I know you
uh I you listening
hey,

Shout out to the who supply my shit
the fans online to find my shit
and to listening but wont buy my sh-t
and catch me in the wanna ride my d-ck
n-ggas is the worst, see me like
J. Cole homie, can you sign my CD
please, an album ten dollars
you act its ten gs
this food for cost the same as 2 numbers threes
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 rewind and think oh
these talk a lot of money, cars and hoes sh-t
I you that and a whole lot more sh-t
than got richer and rapping like Im poor sh-t
you n-ggas you know sh-t, n-gga you dont know sh-t
hoe bitch!!!
Yeah, Bitch!!!
J n-gga
hey