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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta like you never seen obstacles
chasing obscene so we aint stopping for the red lights
look in my view all I see is n-ggas headlights
me if you can hoe
they try and sack me and I
up in the sky youll see exactly where I am bo
hey, you see me man?
making my wishes come with no genie man
I got the keys to my with no Beanie Man
Im on these n-ggas ass no bikini man
I bring the to the day the Lord free me man
never that the kids would wanna be me man
eh, could it be I give the hopeless broke kids, hope
caught me walking the mall, looking like he seen a ghost
head to approach, whats up young blood
aint it strange, a year ago today I was change
yeah hopping trains up in New city
though I gotta thank God cause if you werent me
than I woulda died
you can the fork in me
my New Years resolution, dawg
no Pork 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 work
this shit you classic, I be like that mic work
want you to feel something new, thats how a work
and ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my burst

not tonight
not tonight
yeah, hey
hey, man, hey

Man, I rap so vicious but I talk so
never met a momma, momma who dont like me
met a baby fathers though they wanna fight me
I hit her til she snooze, like the n-gga nightly
send her back to you she no longer excites me
no she with this n-gga
he aint quite me
one for certain baby, you are a wifey
two things for sure
I am not the husband
so run to him while you still can
he sticking with his wife and kid, yeah 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 you a hoe, just made a hoe decision
eh, you can blame it on the liquor like a
we know thats what you wanted girl
I you listening

hey
girl I you listening
uh I know you
hey,

Shout out to the who supply my shit
the fans online trying to find my
and to then-ggas but wont buy my sh-t
and catch me in the street 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 thought cost the same as 2 threes
so at ease with that broke
we all tryna get a boy, no sh-t
you know I feel ya pain, thats why I slang this sh-t
and give you lines you rewind and think oh sh-t
these talk a lot of money, cars and hoes sh-t
I give you that and a whole lot more
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