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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
look in my rear view all I see is 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 with no man
I got the keys to my beamer 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 that the would wanna be me man
eh, could it be that I the hopeless broke kids, hope
caught me through the mall, looking like he seen a ghost
silly head to approach, whats up young
aint it strange, a ago today I was counting change
yeah trains up in New York city
though I thank God cause if you werent with me
than I surely died
you can throw the in me
this my New resolution, dawg
no Pork in me
uh, I no Muslim though
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 thats how tough I go
see this is my life
this shit you callin classic, I be like that mic
want you to feel something new, thats how a dike
and ask me bout pressure, wanna see my pipe burst

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

Man, I rap so vicious but I talk so
never met a baby momma, momma who dont me
met a couple baby fathers 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 with this n-gga
cause he aint me
one for certain baby, you are a wifey
two things for f-cking
I am not the thoguh
so run to him while you still can
he sticking with his and kid, yeah thats a real man
I was ashamed all and I still am
we let the lust interupt real, damn
girl we so you gotta play your own position
I say that you a hoe, just made a hoe decision
eh, you can blame it on the liquor like a
we both know what you wanted girl
I you listening

hey
girl I you listening
uh I you listening
hey,

Shout out to the bootleggers who supply my
the fans online trying to find my
and to then-ggas but wont buy my sh-t
and catch me in the wanna ride my d-ck
yall n-ggas is the worst, see me
J. homie, can you sign my burnt CD
n-gga please, an ten dollars
you act its ten gs
this food for thought the same as 2 numbers threes
so at with that broke shit
we all get a dollar boy, no sh-t
you know I ya pain, thats why I slang this hope sh-t
and you lines that you rewind and think oh sh-t
these talk a lot of money, cars and hoes sh-t
I give you 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, n-gga you know sh-t
hoe bitch!!!
Yeah, Bitch!!!
J Cole
hey