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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta dream like you never seen
chasing obscene profits so we stopping 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 come true no genie man
I got the keys to my with no Beanie Man
Im on these rich n-ggas ass no man
I the real to the day the Lord free me man
never imagined that the would wanna be me man
eh, could it be that I give the hopeless kids, hope
caught me walking the mall, looking like he seen a ghost
head to approach, whats up young blood
aint it strange, a ago today I was counting change
yeah hopping trains up in New York
though I gotta thank God cause if you werent me
I surely 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 young Simba, Im ballin til the blow
you try and kick the shit I kick you gon your toe
boy just how tough I go
see is my life work
this shit you callin classic, I be that mic work
want you to feel something new, thats how a dike
and ask me bout pressure, wanna see my pipe burst

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

Man, I rap so vicious but I so politely
never met a baby momma, momma who dont 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 she no longer excites me
no she bitter this n-gga
cause he aint me
one things for certain baby, you are a
two things for sure
I am not the husband
so run back to him while you can
he with his wife and kid, yeah 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 play own position
I wouldnt say you a hoe, just made a hoe decision
eh, you can blame it on the liquor a prohibitions
we both know thats you wanted girl
I you listening

hey
I know 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 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
please, an album ten dollars
you act its ten gs
this for thought cost the same as 2 numbers threes
so at ease with broke shit
we all tryna get a dollar boy, no
you I feel ya pain, thats why I slang this hope 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 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, n-gga you dont sh-t
hoe bitch!!!
Yeah, Bitch!!!
J n-gga
hey