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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta dream you never seen obstacles
chasing profits 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 true no genie man
I got the keys to my beamer no Beanie Man
Im on rich n-ggas ass no bikini man
I bring the to the day the Lord free me man
never imagined the kids would wanna be me man
eh, could it be that I give the hopeless broke kids,
caught me walking through the mall, looking he seen a ghost
silly head to approach, whats up young
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 surely woulda
you can throw the in me
this my New Years resolution,
no more in me
uh, I no Muslim though
Kuran butler Im a if he doesnt know
its young Simba, Im ballin til the blow
you try and kick the shit I kick you gon stub toe
boy just how tough I go
see is my life work
this you callin classic, I be like that mic work
want you to feel something new, how a dike work
and ask me bout pressure, they see my pipe burst

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

Man, I rap so vicious but I so politely
never met a baby momma, who dont like me
met a couple baby though they wanna fight me
I hit her til she snooze, like the news n-gga
send her to you when she no longer excites me
no she bitter this n-gga
cause he quite me
one things for baby, you are a wifey
two things for f-cking
I am not the husband
so run back to him while you can
he sticking with his wife and kid, yeah a real man
I was ashamed all and I still am
we let the interupt something real, damn
girl we grown so you play your own position
I wouldnt say that you a hoe, just a hoe decision
eh, you can blame it on the like a prohibitions
we both know thats what you girl
I you listening

hey
I know you listening
uh I you listening
hey,

Shout out to the who supply 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 my burnt CD
n-gga please, an ten dollars
you act its ten gs
this food for thought cost the as 2 numbers 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 hope
and you lines that you rewind and think oh sh-t
these rappers talk a lot of money, and hoes sh-t
I give you that and a lot more sh-t
than got richer and still rapping like Im poor
you thinnk you know sh-t, n-gga you dont know sh-t
hoe bitch!!!
Yeah, Bitch!!!
J n-gga
hey