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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta dream like you never obstacles
chasing obscene profits so we stopping for the red lights
look in my rear view all I see is n-ggas
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 wishes true with no genie man
I got the keys to my with no Beanie Man
Im on rich n-ggas ass no bikini man
I the real to the day the Lord free me man
never imagined that the 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
it strange, a year ago today I was counting change
yeah hopping trains up in New York
though I gotta thank God if you werent with me
than I surely woulda
you can the fork 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 kick the shit I kick you gon your toe
boy thats just how 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, wanna see my pipe burst

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

Man, I rap so but I talk so politely
met a baby momma, momma who dont like me
met a baby fathers though they wanna fight me
I hit her til she snooze, the news n-gga nightly
send her back to you when she no longer me
no she with this n-gga
cause he quite me
one things for baby, you are a wifey
two for f-cking sure
I am not the husband
so run back to him you still can
he sticking with his and kid, yeah thats a real 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 that you a hoe, just a hoe decision
eh, you can blame it on the liquor like a
we both know thats you wanted girl
I you listening

hey
I know you listening
uh I you listening
hey,

Shout out to the bootleggers who my shit
the online trying to find my shit
and to then-ggas listening but wont buy my
and catch me in the street ride my d-ck
n-ggas 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 food for thought cost the same as 2 threes
so at ease with that shit
we all tryna get a boy, no sh-t
you know I feel ya pain, thats why I slang hope sh-t
and give you lines that you 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 richer and still like 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