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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta dream like you never seen
chasing obscene profits so we aint stopping for the red
in my rear view all I see is n-ggas headlights
me if you can hoe
they try and me and I scramble
look up in the sky youll see exactly I am bo
hey, you see me man?
making my wishes come true no genie man
I got the keys to my beamer no Beanie Man
Im on these rich 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 the hopeless broke kids, hope
caught me walking through the mall, like he seen a ghost
silly head to approach, whats up blood
aint it strange, a year ago I was counting change
yeah trains up in New York city
I gotta thank God cause 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 til the buzzard blow
you try and the shit I kick you gon stub your toe
boy just how tough I go
see this is my life
this shit you callin classic, I be that mic work
want you to feel something new, how a dike work
and ask me pressure, they wanna 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 momma, momma who dont like me
met a couple baby fathers though they fight me
I hit her til she snooze, like the n-gga nightly
send her to you when she no longer excites me
no she with this n-gga
cause he aint me
one things for certain baby, you are a
two for f-cking sure
I am not the thoguh
so run back to him you still can
he sticking with his wife and kid, thats a real man
I was all along and I still am
we let the lust interupt real, damn
girl we grown so you play 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 what you girl
I you listening

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 me in the street wanna ride my d-ck
yall is the worst, see me like
J. Cole homie, can you my burnt CD
please, an album ten dollars
you act its ten gs
this food for thought the same as 2 numbers threes
so at ease that broke shit
we all tryna get a dollar boy, no
you I feel ya pain, thats why I slang this hope sh-t
and give you lines you rewind and think oh sh-t
these talk a lot of money, cars and hoes sh-t
I give you that and a whole lot sh-t
than got and still rapping like Im poor sh-t
you n-ggas thinnk you know sh-t, n-gga you dont sh-t
hoe bitch!!!
Yeah, Bitch!!!
J Cole
hey