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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta dream you never seen obstacles
chasing obscene profits so we aint stopping for the red
in my rear view all I see is n-ggas headlights
me if you can hoe
they try and me and I scramble
look up in the sky youll see exactly I am bo
hey, you see me man?
my wishes come true with no genie man
I got the to my beamer with no Beanie Man
Im on these rich ass no bikini man
I bring the real to the day the free me man
never imagined 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 blood
aint it strange, a year ago I was counting change
yeah trains up in New York city
though I gotta God cause if you werent with me
than I surely woulda
you can throw the in me
this my New resolution, dawg
no more in me
uh, I no Muslim though
Kuran butler Im a wizard if he know
its young Simba, Im til the buzzard blow
you try and kick the shit I kick you gon your toe
boy just how tough I go
see this is my work
this shit you callin classic, I be like mic work
want you to feel new, thats how a dike work
and ask me bout pressure, they see my pipe burst

not tonight
not tonight
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 baby fathers though they wanna fight me
I hit her til she snooze, the news n-gga nightly
send her back to you when she no longer me
no she bitter this n-gga
cause he aint me
one things for baby, you are a wifey
two for f-cking sure
I am not the husband
so run back to him while you 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 play own position
I say that you a hoe, just made a hoe decision
eh, you can it on the liquor like a prohibitions
we both know thats what you girl
I know you

hey
I know you listening
uh I you listening
hey,

Shout out to the bootleggers who supply my
the fans trying to find my shit
and to then-ggas listening but buy my sh-t
and catch me in the street wanna ride my
yall is the worst, see me like
J. Cole homie, can you sign my CD
n-gga please, an album ten
you act its ten gs
this food for thought cost the as 2 numbers 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 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 give you that and a whole lot more
than got richer and rapping like Im poor sh-t
you n-ggas thinnk you sh-t, n-gga you dont know sh-t
hoe bitch!!!
Yeah, Bitch!!!
J Cole
hey