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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta dream like you never seen
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
look up in the sky youll see where I am bo
hey, you see me man?
my wishes come 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 that the kids would be me man
eh, could it be that I the hopeless broke kids, hope
caught me walking through the mall, looking he seen a ghost
silly head to approach, up young blood
aint it strange, a year ago I was counting change
hopping trains up in New York city
though I gotta thank God cause if you with me
than I surely woulda
you can the fork in me
my New Years resolution, dawg
no Pork in me
uh, I aint no though
Kuran butler Im a if he doesnt know
its young Simba, Im ballin til the buzzard
you try and kick the shit I kick you gon your toe
boy thats just how 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 n-gga
not tonight
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 fathers though wanna fight me
I hit her til she snooze, like the news nightly
send her back to you she no longer excites me
no she bitter with n-gga
he aint quite me
one things for baby, you are a wifey
two things for sure
I am not the thoguh
so run back to him 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 interupt something real, damn
girl we grown so you gotta play your own
I say that you a hoe, just made a hoe decision
eh, you can blame it on the liquor like a
we both know thats what you wanted
I know you

hey
girl I you listening
uh I know you
hey,

out to the bootleggers who supply my shit
the online trying to find my shit
and to then-ggas but wont buy my sh-t
and catch me in the street wanna ride my
n-ggas is the worst, see me like
J. homie, can you sign my burnt CD
n-gga please, an album ten
you act its ten gs
food for thought cost the same as 2 numbers threes
so at ease with broke shit
we all tryna get a boy, no sh-t
you know I feel ya pain, why I slang this hope sh-t
and give you lines that you rewind and think oh
these rappers a lot of money, cars and hoes sh-t
I give you that and a lot more sh-t
than got richer and still rapping Im poor sh-t
you n-ggas you know sh-t, n-gga you dont know sh-t
hoe bitch!!!
Yeah, Bitch!!!
J Cole
hey