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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta dream like you 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 sack me and I
up in the sky youll see exactly where I am bo
hey, you see me man?
making my wishes true with no genie man
I got the keys to my with no Beanie Man
Im on these rich n-ggas ass no 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 to approach, whats up young blood
aint it strange, a year ago I was counting change
yeah trains up in New York city
though I gotta thank God cause if you with me
I surely woulda died
you can throw the in me
this my New Years resolution,
no more in me
uh, I aint no Muslim
Kuran butler Im a wizard if he doesnt
its young Simba, Im ballin til the buzzard
you try and kick the I kick you gon stub your toe
boy thats how tough I go
see this is my life
this you callin classic, I be like that mic work
you to feel something 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, like the news nightly
send her back to you when she no excites me
no she bitter with n-gga
cause he aint 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, thats a real man
I was ashamed all along and I am
we let the lust interupt something real,
girl we grown so you gotta your own position
I wouldnt say that you a hoe, just a hoe decision
eh, you can it on the liquor like a prohibitions
we both thats what you wanted girl
I you listening

hey
I know you listening
uh I you listening
hey,

Shout out to the bootleggers who my shit
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 same as 2 numbers
so at ease that broke shit
we all tryna get a dollar boy, no
you know I feel ya pain, thats why I slang this sh-t
and you lines that you rewind and think oh sh-t
these rappers talk a lot of money, cars and sh-t
I you that and a whole lot more sh-t
got richer and still rapping like Im poor sh-t
you n-ggas thinnk you know sh-t, you dont know sh-t
hoe bitch!!!
Yeah, Bitch!!!
J Cole
hey