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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta like you never seen obstacles
chasing obscene profits so we aint for the red lights
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 true with no genie man
I got the to my beamer with no Beanie Man
Im on these n-ggas ass no bikini man
I bring the real to the day the Lord me man
never imagined the kids would 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, up young blood
aint it strange, a year ago today I was change
yeah hopping trains up in New city
though I thank God cause if you werent with me
than I surely woulda
you can throw the in me
this my New Years resolution,
no Pork in me
uh, I aint no Muslim
Kuran butler Im a if he doesnt know
its young Simba, Im ballin til the 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 like that mic
want you to feel new, thats how a dike work
and ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my pipe

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

Man, I rap so but I talk so politely
never met a baby momma, momma who like me
met a couple fathers though they wanna fight me
I hit her til she snooze, like the news nightly
send her back to you she no longer excites me
no she bitter with this
he aint quite me
one things for baby, you are a wifey
two things for sure
I am not the husband
so run back to him you still can
he sticking his wife and kid, yeah thats a real man
I was ashamed all along and I am
we let the interupt something real, damn
girl we grown so you gotta play your own
I wouldnt say that you a hoe, just made a hoe
eh, you can blame it on the liquor like a
we know thats what you wanted girl
I know you

hey
girl I you listening
uh I you listening
hey,

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