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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta dream like you seen obstacles
obscene 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
look up in the sky youll see exactly I am bo
hey, dont you see me
making my come true with no genie man
I got the keys to my beamer no Beanie Man
Im on these n-ggas ass no bikini man
I bring the real to the day the free me man
imagined that the kids would wanna be me man
eh, could it be that I give the broke kids, hope
caught me walking through the mall, looking like he seen a
silly head to approach, whats up blood
aint it strange, a year ago today I was change
yeah hopping trains up in New York
I gotta thank God cause if you werent with me
than I surely died
you can throw the in me
this my New Years resolution,
no more in me
uh, I aint no though
Kuran butler Im a wizard if he doesnt
its young Simba, Im ballin til the buzzard
you try and kick the shit I kick you gon stub toe
boy thats just how I go
see this is my work
this shit you classic, I be like that mic work
want you to feel new, thats how a dike work
and ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my pipe

not tonight
not tonight
yeah, hey
hey, man, hey

Man, I rap so vicious but I talk so
met a baby momma, 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 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 thoguh
so run back to him while you can
he sticking with his wife and kid, thats a real man
I was ashamed all and I still am
we let the lust interupt something real,
girl we grown so you gotta your own position
I wouldnt say that you a hoe, made a hoe decision
eh, you can blame it on the liquor a prohibitions
we both know thats you wanted girl
I know you

hey
girl I know you
uh I you listening
hey,

Shout out to the who supply my shit
the fans trying to find my shit
and to then-ggas but wont buy my sh-t
and catch me in the street ride my d-ck
yall is the worst, see me like
J. Cole homie, can you sign my 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 that broke
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 you rewind and think oh sh-t
rappers talk a lot of money, cars and hoes sh-t
I give you and a whole lot more 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