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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta dream like you never seen
chasing obscene 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 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 with no 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 give the hopeless broke kids,
caught me walking through the mall, looking like he a ghost
silly head to approach, whats up young
aint it strange, a ago today I was counting change
yeah hopping trains up in New city
though I gotta God cause if you werent with me
than I surely died
you can the fork in me
my New Years resolution, dawg
no more in me
uh, I aint no though
butler Im a wizard if he doesnt know
its Simba, Im ballin til the buzzard blow
you try and kick the shit I kick you gon stub toe
boy thats just how I go
see is my life work
this shit you callin classic, I be that mic work
want you to feel something new, thats how a 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 they wanna 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 this
he aint quite me
one for certain baby, you are a wifey
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 along and I am
we let the lust interupt something real,
girl we grown so you gotta your own position
I wouldnt say that you a hoe, just made a hoe
eh, you can blame it on the liquor a prohibitions
we know thats what you wanted girl
I you listening

hey
I know you listening
uh I you listening
hey,

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