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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 n-ggas
me if you can hoe
they try and sack me and I
look up in the sky see exactly where I am bo
hey, dont you see me
making my wishes come true with no man
I got the keys to my beamer no Beanie Man
Im on these rich n-ggas ass no man
I the real to the day the Lord free me man
never that the kids would wanna 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 city
I gotta thank God cause if you werent with me
than I surely woulda
you can throw the in me
this my New Years resolution,
no Pork in me
uh, I aint no Muslim
Kuran butler Im a wizard if he doesnt
its Simba, Im ballin til the buzzard blow
you try and kick the shit I kick you gon your toe
boy just how tough I go
see is my life work
this shit you callin classic, I be like that mic
you to feel something new, thats how a dike work
and ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my pipe

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 though they wanna fight me
I hit her til she snooze, like the news nightly
send her to you when she no longer excites me
no she bitter with this
cause he aint me
one for certain baby, you are a wifey
two for f-cking sure
I am not the husband
so run back to him while you can
he sticking with his and kid, yeah thats a real man
I was ashamed all along and I am
we let the lust interupt real, damn
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 like a prohibitions
we both know thats you wanted girl
I you listening

hey
girl I know you
uh I know you
hey,

Shout out to the bootleggers who my shit
the online trying to find my shit
and to then-ggas listening but buy my sh-t
and catch me in the wanna ride my d-ck
n-ggas is the worst, see me like
J. Cole homie, can you my burnt CD
n-gga please, an ten dollars
you act its ten gs
this for thought cost the same as 2 numbers threes
so at ease that broke shit
we all tryna get a dollar boy, no
you know I ya pain, thats why I slang this hope sh-t
and give you that you rewind and think oh sh-t
these 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 sh-t
you thinnk you know sh-t, n-gga you dont know sh-t
hoe bitch!!!
Yeah, Bitch!!!
J Cole
hey