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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta dream like you never seen
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 youll see where I am bo
hey, dont you see me
making my wishes come with no genie man
I got the to my beamer with no Beanie Man
Im on these rich n-ggas ass no man
I bring the real to the day the free me man
never imagined that the kids would 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 to approach, whats up young blood
it strange, a year ago today I was counting change
yeah hopping trains up in New York
though I gotta thank God cause if you with me
than I surely died
you can throw the in me
this my New resolution, dawg
no Pork in me
uh, I aint no though
Kuran Im a wizard if he doesnt know
its young Simba, Im til the buzzard blow
you try and kick the shit I you gon stub your toe
boy thats how tough I go
see this is my work
this shit you callin classic, I be like that mic
want you to feel something new, thats how a work
and ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my pipe

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

Man, I rap so vicious but I so politely
never met a momma, momma who dont like me
met a couple baby fathers though they fight me
I hit her til she snooze, like the news n-gga
send her back to you when she no longer me
no she bitter with n-gga
he aint quite me
one things for certain baby, you are a
two for f-cking sure
I am not the thoguh
so run to him while you still can
he with his wife and kid, yeah thats a real man
I was ashamed all along and I am
we let the interupt something real, damn
girl we grown so you play your own position
I say that you a hoe, just made 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 know you
hey,

out to the bootleggers who supply my shit
the fans online to find my shit
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
please, an album ten dollars
you act its ten gs
this for thought cost the same as 2 numbers threes
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 hope
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 that and a lot more sh-t
than got richer and still rapping like Im poor
you n-ggas thinnk you know sh-t, you dont know sh-t
hoe bitch!!!
Yeah, Bitch!!!
J n-gga
hey