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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta like you never seen obstacles
obscene profits so we aint stopping for the red lights
look in my rear view all I see is headlights
me if you can hoe
they try and me and I scramble
look up in the sky see exactly where I am bo
hey, you see me man?
making my come true with no genie man
I got the to my beamer with no Beanie Man
Im on these n-ggas ass no bikini man
I bring the real to the day the Lord me man
never that the kids would wanna be me man
eh, could it be that I give the hopeless kids, hope
caught me through the mall, looking like he seen a ghost
silly to approach, whats up young blood
it strange, a year ago today I was counting change
yeah hopping trains up in New city
though I gotta thank God if you werent with me
than I surely died
you can throw the in me
my New Years resolution, dawg
no Pork in me
uh, I aint no Muslim
Kuran Im a wizard if he doesnt know
its young Simba, Im ballin til the buzzard
you try and the shit I kick you gon stub your toe
boy just how tough I go
see is my life work
shit you callin classic, I be like that mic work
want you to feel new, thats how a dike work
and ask me pressure, they wanna 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 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 she no longer excites me
no she bitter with n-gga
cause he aint me
one things for certain baby, you are a
two things for f-cking
I am not the thoguh
so run to him while you still can
he sticking with his wife and kid, yeah thats a man
I was all along and I still am
we let the lust interupt something real,
we grown so you gotta play your own position
I wouldnt say you a hoe, just made a hoe decision
eh, you can it on the liquor like a prohibitions
we both know what 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 listening but buy my sh-t
and catch me in the street ride my d-ck
yall n-ggas is the worst, see me
J. Cole homie, can you my burnt 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 with broke shit
we all tryna get a dollar boy, no
you know I feel ya pain, thats why I slang this sh-t
and give you lines that you rewind and think oh
these rappers talk a lot of money, and hoes sh-t
I give you that and a whole lot sh-t
than got richer and still rapping Im poor sh-t
you n-ggas thinnk you know sh-t, n-gga you know sh-t
hoe bitch!!!
Yeah, Bitch!!!
J n-gga
hey